"What if I say no?"

Zheng Fei will never give in to this matter, if he lets this group of soldiers follow, all plans will be in vain. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Situation, difficult.

He confronted the officer for a while, and suddenly an idea came to him: or ...... Suborn?

No sooner had this thought come to his mind than he heard an angry voice that saved him money for the bribe.

"Hey, those soldiers, what are you doing?!"

The prince slammed the table and roared, and stood up in a rage, his eyes as if they were about to breathe fire, and frightened the people around him to bow their heads for fear of anger at him.

This group of soldiers was a close confidant of the prince, and they had come from Romania with the prince and had been under close protection for two months, and they had never seen the prince make such a big fire, and they were both puzzled and apprehensive in their hearts.

"Your Royal Highness...... We want to keep you safe. ”

The officer's expression was embarrassed, and the heavy sword in his hand drooped slightly.

"Your Royal Highness, if the circus performers are watched, their talents will not be brought into play. ”

Zheng Fei's attitude was quite tough.

The prince felt that he was very safe now, surrounded by several bull warriors, and the guards were innumerable, and even Brad, who was so distracted, could not necessarily endanger himself.

As for the musketeers, it is even more unlikely that they will appear, the soldiers guarding the gate of the manor have already conducted a strict search of the guests, let alone muskets, not even a dagger can be brought in.

Besides, the range of the musket is only thirty or forty meters, and there is no place to hide in this range.

"Give it all to me, don't interfere with the circus performance. ”

The prince said coldly, shook off his clothes, and sat back in his seat.

"But ......"

"Don't you even listen to me?"

After a moment of stalemate, the officer sighed silently, turned his head and motioned for the soldiers to go out, and before leaving, he didn't forget to glare at Zheng Fei viciously.

Santiago stretched out his arms and slowly closed the heavy castle gate, and with a thud, the last rays of sunlight shining through the cracks in the door vanished.

Zheng Fei did not rush upstairs, but walked quickly to the hall, which had been converted into a large kitchen, with a makeshift stove, dozens of cooks were sweating and working, and the small workers who washed the dishes were too many to count.

The sound of stir-frying, frying, and the unique aroma of various ingredients penetrate people's ears and noses, making people want to take a few more sips.

Due to Zheng Fei's arrival, the loud-voiced chef restrained a lot, and he didn't dare to roar so presumptuously, after all, he was a noble man covered by the prince.

"How's the meal going?"

Zheng Fei picked up a pea and threw it into his mouth.

"Half an hour at most, would you like to eat first? There's a freshly fried foie gras steak, my specialty." ”

The chef smirked and recommended his own work.

"No need, let's start dinner when the signal comes. ”

As he spoke, Zheng Fei glanced at the workers, stopped for two seconds, and took the "circus" to step on the stairs and go upstairs.

His words made the chef feel dazed, and the chef looked at his back in a daze, until he disappeared, and then muttered, "...... What signal?"

The chefs shook their heads blankly.

The vegetable washer smiled strangely, and then was busy with the work at hand as if nothing had happened.

That's right, these small workers are the dozens of sailors who have infiltrated the manor.

The duke contracted the prince's birthday banquet to receive more than 600 guests, and the few chefs in the manor alone were certainly not enough, but for a while, he could not transfer the chefs who remained in the Roman manor.

He couldn't ask the mayor or anyone else for help, because he felt that would be humiliating, and it felt like he couldn't settle the matter.

So, he gave this tricky task to the chef and asked the chef to find his own helper, so that he could solve the problem smoothly without having to come forward himself.

Within a few days, the chef found some chef friends to come over to help, and the small workers, all of whom were Zheng Fei's people, had only one reason - cheap.

After leaving the manor and returning to the dock that day, Zheng Fei sent people to squat outside the manor, always paying attention to the dynamics and tracking all the people who left the manor.

During this time, he discovered that the duke's sons all liked to go to the same place, which was the brothel. The only exception was the one named Matthew, who often went to mingle with scholars and sat in secluded taverns to discuss things, so it was no wonder that the Duke valued him.

After learning that the chef needed to find a helper, Zheng Fei immediately sent a sailor to pretend to be a small worker, stay on the way of the chef, pretending to be a deputy and begging the chef, claiming that he would only accept half of the money for ordinary small workers.

The greedy chef pushed the price down to a quarter again, and the duke gave him a lot of money to recruit helpers, and the rest of the money went into his own pocket, and he made a fortune.

......

At this time, dozens of small workers were absent-mindedly doing their work, waiting for signals.

Zheng Fei took the sailors and went straight to the sixth floor.

Ten huge bison statues were placed by the windows of each room, and the head of the bull happened to stick out of the window, and the bull's eyes with fist-sized feet stared fiercely at the crowd below who were waiting for the circus to begin.

Standing by the window, Zheng Fei waved and smiled downstairs, then stuffed his thumb and index finger in his mouth, whistled loudly, and dodged.

The natives of the castle roots, waiting for the performance, responded to the call, and threw their spears in their arms and let out the characteristic howls of the tribe as the crowd watched.

This unique howl made the crowd applaud, they had never seen such a custom before, and they thought it was very ornamental.

Impartially, all the spears poked into the corresponding window on the sixth floor, and the incredible accuracy made people even more amazed.

If there was only one thrower of this precision, it might only make people laugh, but now there are ten!

Even those experienced West Asian giants stopped turning their hands on the agate ball and praised it.

The best is yet to come.

The end of the spear was tied with a long rope, and the man at the window on the sixth floor untied the long rope and wrapped it around the horns of the bull, full of wild bull heads, staring at their unyielding eyes, as if they were going to resist desperately, lifelike.

However, they are just statues.

Despite this, the spectators, especially the male ones, couldn't help but boil with enthusiasm.

The conquest of bison is a common luxury, knowing that this sport belongs only to true warriors and is the prerogative of the royal family!

Now seeing this, they clenched their fists and held their breath, guessing what was going to happen next.

The natives tugged at the rope to make sure it was secure, and turned their eyes to the leader, the brown bear hunter.

The brown bear hunter raised his arms and waved them down.

In an instant, the natives jumped high, stepped on the wall with long ropes in their hands, and climbed up quickly, and their agility to the extreme refreshed the worldview of everyone present.

In the manor, it immediately exploded. (To be continued.) )