The old servant was about to retreat, but suddenly he thought of something, so he spoke up again: "By the way, master, there was news from the Brotherhood that someone was inquiring about the news of that person's friends in the slums. I had people stay there, but the man never showed up again. ”

"Could it be the old man's side?" the middle-aged nobleman looked indifferent, obviously confident that such news would not make him feel in crisis.

"Probably not, it's a young man who looks like he's in his early twenties. If it was someone sent by the old man, he would definitely not send such a young person to investigate. The old servant replied.

"As long as the person who is not the old man has nothing to worry about, that person has been gone for ten years. He was still a child when he left, and this army was in chaos, maybe he was really out there a long time ago.

But you're doing the right thing, let the other side keep watching, and don't make any moves. If that person comes back to investigate, be sure to find out whose person it is.

After all these years, the old man should also settle down, my son is so good, how can he be compared to the lowly goods who are outcast?"

The middle-aged nobleman was very disdainful, and when he talked about his son, he immediately became proud.

The old servant also hurriedly greeted him: "The young master's talent is naturally unparalleled, and the old man also likes it very much." Otherwise, the young master would not be in his early twenties, so the old man went to His Majesty to ask for the title of viscount.

If the young master's graduation exam can shine, an earl will definitely be indispensable. ”

"Hahahaha, how can my son care about such vanity. As long as I can get that elf, I will be able to ask for some elixir to improve my son's talent at that time.

With his talent, he will definitely be able to ascend to the realm of the Holy Land in the future, and this is a true path to heaven.

Hmph, what about becoming a marquis. Even if the emperor saw the powerhouse of the Holy Domain, he had to give three points. ”

The middle-aged nobleman looked disdainful, but his fists were clenched tighter and tighter, and his eyes were full of hideous ambition.

"By the way, master, I said young master, it will be Princess Xia Duoer's birthday in a while. The young master is worried about looking around for gifts for his ancestors. The old servant paused and reminded softly.

When the middle-aged nobleman heard this, his face suddenly became not very good-looking.

"It's not good for him to like anyone, but he likes that girl. He should devote more of his mind to cultivation.

Ay...... Forget it, since he likes it, let him chase it. Xia Duo'er seems to be cultivating the Flame Fighting Qi, right? Give the Flame Sparrow's Demon Egg to the young master. The middle-aged nobleman finally relented and instructed the old servant.

"Yes, master, the old slave will do it. When the old servant had finished speaking, he bowed and withdrew.

The middle-aged nobleman leaned on the gorgeous leather chair alone, thinking of his very promising son, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly, revealing a proud smile.

At this moment, the eagle sculpture on the table with wings soaring suddenly burst into purple light.

The middle-aged nobleman furrowed his eyebrows, straightened up, and once again twisted the eagle's high head to the other side.

The purple glow in the eagle's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and the room fell silent again. A purple light flashed in the middle of the room, illuminating half of the room, and a figure appeared in front of the middle-aged nobleman without warning.

"Hahaha, Lord Dracula, what is the wind that has brought you here? When the middle-aged nobleman saw the comer, he stood up with a smile and walked towards the figure in the center of the room.

"Hahaha, Brother Crasso, you're just not good at this, always so polite. Just based on our relationship, calling me brother didn't make you suffer, right?"

Count Dracula, whose appearance is invisibly noble and majestic, also greeted him with a laugh, and complained a little in his words that the middle-aged nobleman was so polite every time.

"How come? I can't ask for it, Brother Nicholas is my god of wealth, what good deal do you have to take my brother this time?" Crassel knew that the person who appeared in front of him was just a light and shadow projected by spatial energy, so he didn't hug and shake hands with the other party.

"There's a big deal. Brother Crasso, don't you have a caravan near the Beast God Mountain Range? I want to use my brother's caravan to transport a batch of demonic beasts into Verbo City. But don't worry, it's just some low-level magical beasts. Count Nicholas said straight to the point.

Crasso only thought for less than a second, then frowned, shook his head and refused: "Brother, it's not that my brother doesn't help you, you also know that most of my caravans are in the desert region, and other places are not involved. If you send it there, I can guarantee that you will definitely make a lot of money.

But the city of Verbo ......

Brother, it's not that I don't trust you, your identity is there, I don't dare to take this risk. ”

Crasso is a businessman, but not an outright businessman. He also has another identity, Count Crassel Dusen of the Oraine Empire, that is, the former Prime Minister of the Empire, the son of the old Marquis Dusen.

Similar to Crasso, Nicholas Dracula, although also keen on business, is also an earl of the Shadow Empire.

The Shadow Empire and the Orion Empire are now at war, and no matter how keen Clarso is on money and for the sake of his life, he does not dare to help the people of the Shadow Empire transport the monsters into the capital of the Orion Empire.

What's more, he, Count Dusen, lives in the city of Verbo, and he never dares to participate in this kind of death-seeking behavior. Let's search for books

The Eastern Continent is remote, and if you want to transport goods to the Middle Continent or other parts of the continent, the desert cities are a must. It's a pity that the trade routes between the Shadow Empire and the desert cities were blocked by Orion, forcing the merchants of the Shadow Empire to find caravans from other countries as partners.

This is how he and Dracula met by chance. Count Dracula admired Crassel's boldness and carefulness, and Crassel also admired Count Dracula's boldness.

Ever since I met Count Dracula, I have always seen many curiosities in his hands, and almost every cooperation can make the greedy Crasso a lot of money.

Crasso didn't care about any principles, and his businessman personality made him not care about the interests of any country at all. But there are some deals that may drive him into the abyss, and he must not be down.

Count Dracula chuckled, "Don't be nervous, my brother Crasso. How can I put you at risk? If anything, where can I find such a bold partner?

Don't worry, I'll tell you the truth, this is more than a business entrusted to me by a friend of mine.

He is an alchemist, and although he is only transporting low-level magical beasts this time, it is an extremely rare breed - Thunder Shadow Mouse. In the eyes of an alchemist, this is a rare experimental creature!

If the elder brother is not at ease, you can send someone to check it when you receive the goods, but if there is a little other thing, you only ask the elder brother!"

Count Dracula saw that Crasso began to hesitate, and his heart was reassured, knowing that this matter was not over. So he immediately added a fire.

"My friend is very arrogant, I know you've been looking for the Ink Wind Stone, and I told that friend that he really has a fist-sized Ink Wind Stone.

So I'll take it upon myself to help you customize this ink wind stone as one of the rewards this time.

Tell the truth, if I can't do that, he can go to another caravan. ”

Count Dracula seemed to be indifferent, but there was endless temptation between his words.

When Crassel heard about the Ink Wind Stone, he was already calm, and he had been looking around for this rare ore for a long time.

It is a stone formed by extremely rare ink in nature under extremely harsh natural conditions.

Although the application range of the ink wind stone is very small, it is not a valuable treasure. However, if you meet a martial artist who cultivates ink qi, or a magician who is good at ink qi, the degree of preciousness is unimaginable.

What Clarso's son possessed was an extremely rare wind mutation fighting qi—the ink wind fighting qi. If he was given a weapon containing ink wind stones, it would definitely be like a tiger's wings.

"Brother Nicholas, I'll take the deal. Since my brother has taken such a big favor, wouldn't I be ignorant if I didn't know a word again?"

Since he couldn't resist this temptation, Crasso simply didn't wander left and right. He secretly decided in his heart that he would personally inspect the goods on this trip, so there would be no consequences to worry about.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you the delivery time in a few days.

I don't know when this damn war will end, and I can't wait to have a drink with you, brother.

Okay, I won't bother my brother, if there is any good business, don't forget my brother, hahaha. ”

When Count Dracula saw that Crasso had finally taken over the business, he also sneered in his heart, but his face became more and more cordial.

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries, and the purple light on Dracula's body flashed again, and the lilac spatial light and shadow disappeared into the room.

Crasso straightened the eagle's head on the table and sat down again. He picked up the red wine on the table, frowned slightly, and was a little troubled.

Although he had decided to inspect the goods himself, he was still a little worried.

If it were someone else, Crasso would not hesitate to decide that it was a conspiracy.

But this Count Dracula has always behaved very boldly, and it is not an exaggeration to even call him arrogant. And he hated war because it cost him a lot of money-making opportunities.

Asking for something as precious as the Mofeng Stone for a friend is really something that Count Dracula can do.

"It looks like I've been pressed too hard by that old guy. This time I've finally found the Ink Wind Stone, stinky boy, you're going to be happy now, haha. ”

Crassau smiled self-deprecatingly and drank the wine from his glass. As soon as it comes to the affairs of Verbo City, he loses the courage of the past.

But when he thought that the Mofeng Stone that he had been looking for for several years was about to arrive, the excited look of the genius in his family suddenly appeared in his mind. Crasso suddenly felt the true value of this risk.

In an ancient castle on the outskirts of Darlock, the capital of the Shadow Empire, Count Nicholas Dracula caresses a quaint ring on the little finger of his left hand.

As he rubbed, the purple glowing hedron on the ring faded. At the same time, the sound of birdsong outside the window was once again heard in the somewhat dark study.