At the same time, in a house in the central district of Worms, it was a small two-story building, surrounded by gray-white brick walls, and outside the iron gate were guarded by two mercenaries in leather armor. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"That's it—!?" said an angry questioning voice in the room, and Dejan Seraphim lifted the corner of his thin brocade robe, and clutched his cherished lens in his right hand, and the gold chain attached to it was torn into a tight thread, as if it would be broken with a little more effort.

His handsome features twisted together, his mustache almost jumping from the corners of his mouth, and he stared resentfully at Jason Spesa, who was sitting on a bench like nothing in front of him, enjoying breakfast on the table.

"Don't forget the money and food stolen from the Marten ship, your mercenary group has also been divided!" The two rows of buttons in front of his vest bulged open, and his hair, which had been combed in the slightest, spread out as his head trembled violently.

There was a hint of desperation and mockery in his voice, and Seraphim cursed, "Do you think that if you send a letter in a pretend, you can really forget it?

The sharp knife stabbed into a honey-coated steak, and Jason opened his mouth to swallow the whole steak in one gulp, a rough way he had developed in the army.

Picking up the wine cup in hand, he raised his head and drank a glass of mellow barley wine, although the Worms were usually accustomed to eating pastries with tea in the morning, but the veteran clearly did not like this soft way of eating.

"Hiccup - that guy somehow found the Conrad family to come out to support, what can we do, even Glenmeier has backed down, and then put himself in front, do you want to fight against the Rose family?"

The right hand wrapped in leather armor wiped the corners of his mouth and burped, and Jason said indifferently.

"You...... You ......" Seraphim was speechless for a while, he pointed with his fingers trembling at the mercenary leader who was sitting on the chair and picking his teeth, his teeth chattered up and down:

"Do you think Anze? Corbetta can cover you for the rest of your life! The Conrad family wants to move you, and no one can protect you!"

"Captain Anze's matter has nothing to do with you, and besides, the Conrad family didn't say that they wanted to stand up for Malten, but it was just a reconciliation, so what do I have to worry about-"

As he spoke, Jason knocked his head as if he didn't know, and said to Seraphim with a sneer: "Look at my memory, it's really getting worse and worse - Malten doesn't dare to touch me, and he doesn't dare to touch the Meyer family, then I'm afraid I'm going to be angry with you. ”

Ignoring the fact that the merchant standing opposite him was trembling with anger, he continued to laugh at himself: "Now that all the mercenaries of Worms have been ordered by Commander Anze, they dare not accept your employment-hehe, in this way, it seems that your situation is really dangerous, maybe you will be beheaded by the assassins of the Brotherhood at any time-or you will hire some people from Mitch Capone-"

"You vile, untrustworthy wretched—the wretched bastards of a dead country!" Seraphim could no longer contain his anger, and he roared and cursed, as if his mouth was about to erupt into flames that would burn the whole house to ashes.

"Bang-"

However, with a crisp sound, the mustachioed merchant quickly clutched his abdomen and fell to his knees, and Jason hung his saber back at his waist, raised his foot and slowly walked to Seraphim, who was bowed to the ground like a shrimp.

He leaned down, his eyes were cold as if he was going to freeze something, and said coldly without a trace of emotion:

"Seraphim-sama - please be careful when you talk in the future, this time with a scabbard, not necessarily the next time. ”

As he spoke, he grabbed the merchant's hair, lifted it fiercely, stared at the other party, twisted together the earthworm-like dense scars on his face as if he were alive, leaned his head close to the other party's ear, and said in a cold voice:

"You'd better go back and stay and don't say anything, or you won't need to hire someone from Marten, and my men will teach you how to live in Worms. ”

With that, he threw the mustachioed merchant out of the door like a rag and slammed it down the hallway.

"Sending off—" As he finished speaking, the mercenary standing at the door wrapped his way around the merchant's armpit, dragged Seraphim out of the room from left to right, and threw him down the street at the door like a beggar.

The whispers of passers-by on the streets, the disdainful glances of the mercenaries guarding the door, made Seraphim feel pain more intense than the pain in his lower abdomen, and he seemed to be back in an instant to the little merchant he once had nothing.

When the coachman carried him into the carriage, the waiting servant carefully tried to wipe his broken head with a handkerchief, but the merchant slapped him off.

"Go-go!" humiliation haunted him like a lingering shadow, Seraphim hated the roots of his teeth itching but he couldn't help Jason, he had money, but sometimes money was not everything in Worms.

He couldn't figure out how Malten had hugged the Thighs of the Conrad family, and how could he have provoked the fat merchant if he had known that the two were connected?

However, it was too late to say anything, Glen Meyer didn't even accept the name of his visit, and he was nowhere to be found at sea, and Seraphim knew that he was a piece of shit that had disgusted the Conrad family, and he didn't even want to come and smell the rats in the sewers.

The wheels rolled over the uneven stone pavement and drove home, Seraphim's nightmare was not over, and when the car came to a stop and the groom opened the door, Dejan saw the first thing he saw was the panicked waitress waiting at the door.

"Master—" The waitress hurriedly stepped forward, her face flustered, and she stammered, "Yes...... There are two people...... Say it's your friend...... Now in the house, Madame is with them—"

Seraphim's face changed, his face became more and more gloomy, and the house leak happened to rain overnight, and it might not be a good idea to find him at this time.

Without saying a word, he silently pushed open the door in the middle of the house, followed the stairs and led by the waitress to the second floor, and came to the living room, where his wife, Giselle Seraphim, was sitting on a bench with a restless face, and when she saw Dejan come in, she breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried up:

"Your Excellency, you-"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by an outstretched hand, and Deyang waved his hand to signal his wife to go out, and then raised his eyes to look at the two people in the room who stood up.

"It's you—" Before he could take a closer look, the other party spoke first, and a kobold with a long knight's thin sword on his back looked at Seraphim in surprise and exclaimed in the tone of a puppy barking.

The mustachioed merchant recognized it as the kobold he had nearly shot to death with a crossbow in the sewers not long ago.

Without waiting for him to reply, the old man, who was standing beside the kobold, stepped forward tremblingly, looked at Deyang with a smile, and said gently and politely:

"It's an honor to meet you, Lord Seraphim—my name is Morey Trier," he said politely, like an old knight with his own fiefdom

"I came to ask you for a few things on behalf of my master. ”

"Your master?" Although the other party spoke politely, the content was obviously not very friendly, and when he came up, he said something to get something back, and Seraphim naturally didn't think that it was from any of his friends.

"Is it Conrad's? or did Malten send you?"

"Not my lord—" Morey's reply remained unhurried, "My master's name is Thor, and he is now the master of the 'Soth Chamber of Commerce', and as for Mr. Malten, whom you mentioned, he now works for my master. ”

Seraphim's heart sank deeply, "What is he talking about? Malten is working for this man named Thor?Thor Chamber of Commerce?" he felt that he had some understanding of how Malten had made contact with the Conrad family.

His face sank like water, and his voice became hoarse unconsciously.

"So, what do you want back?" Seraphim said coldly as he looked at Morey, who smiled gently.

"Our lords think it's time to pay off the money you owe to Mr. Malten. He wore a mask-like smirk that made Seraphim shudder, he had calculated others like this once upon a time, but he didn't expect it to be his turn.