"So now the opportunity to resolve the matter peacefully is very precious. Sauron clapped his palms lightly, and a valet walked through the door holding a brown-red wooden box.

"Marquis Wenger wants you to give up your surname yourself, and as compensation, he is willing to support your pioneering efforts with five hundred gold coins. ”

The valet placed the wooden box on the table and opened it, revealing a full pile of gold coins. Richard picked up one, heavy, seductive, shining gold, casting the king's head, but it was more beloved than the king, and even more tempting to fall than the devil.

There are 500 of them, and it's hard to resist.

"It looks like we can come to a consensus. "Sauron is old, but those eyes are still bright enough. He saw greed, bone-eating greed in Richard's eyes.

This kind of person usually dies quickly, but if he is lucky enough not to die, he will often set off a storm.

When was the last time you saw that kind of look? Well, it was when I looked in the mirror in the morning.

"No!" Richard regretfully threw the coin into the box again.

"Oh?" Sauron frowned slowly.

He had always been confident in his mind, but now he felt that things were out of control, and this feeling made him uncomfortable.

Richard banged on the table and accentuated his tone, "That is a glorious surname that has been passed down from more than ten generations of ancestors, carrying countless honors and glory, the most precious thing my father gave me, do you understand?"

Sauron heard the most righteous words in his life, the most deafening cry: "Gotta more money!"

"An interest-free loan of 1,000 gold coins, but you can only buy things from me. Sauron took a deep breath, trying to keep the expression on his face steady.

"Deal!" Richard stared at the majestic old man with his hands on the table, "but add the right of first refusal for all the goods in your name." ”

"Yes, Mr. Richard, are you really ...... It's wonderful. ”

Sauron agreed very well, and Richard immediately climbed the pole.

"I heard that there was a group of highland barbarian slaves in the Colosseum of Cologne. ”

This was information that Richard had deliberately heard.

The Highland Barbarians are a branch of the barbarians who live in the bitter cold of the Far North, where the cold and harsh climate sharpens and shapes them. Every adult Highland barbarian is both strong and tenacious, and is recognized as a natural fighter

"Forming a guard out of slave warriors? Sauron rubbed his thumb over the huge gold ring on his index finger, which contained a large jewel that was as red as blood, "But I have to warn you, those barbarians are just as famous for their bravery as they are for their unruliness, and don't expect to be obedient." ”

- "Unless you can teach them obediently with your fists, according to the rules of the barbarians." ”

Sauron silently added in his heart, but it was simply impossible.

It was not that the Cologne Arena did not want to tame these good fighters, but the result was that the best gladiators were beaten to the point that they couldn't get out of bed for half a month, and their performance was cut in half that month.

And that's just the result of the Highland Barbarians' warm-up activities.

"That's my business. Richard smiled meaninglessly.

"Brave lad, deal. Sauron, not knowing whether to praise or mock, lowered his head and spread out the parchment, dipped his quill pen in ink, and smoothly wrote down the beautiful lines of the round script.

"Twenty gold coins each, a total of fifty people. He rolled up the parchment and handed it to Richard, "Take it to the Colosseum, and you'll get what you want." ”

The quota of 1,000 gold coins was all emptied, and enough gold to pile up into a small mountain was only exchanged for a paper roll, but Richard smiled with satisfaction. The first step of the plan was implemented very smoothly, which is a good lottery.

He bowed to Lord Sauron and retreated the way he came.

"Sir, you and the lord seem to have a good conversation?" led him to the green-eyed manservant who had arrived.

"It's ok. Richard held the wooden box full of gold coins, subconsciously glanced at him, and suddenly felt that his demeanor seemed to be slightly ...... Odd.

It's not just the mouth that can speak, the body language is also the language. Sometimes the information that body movements can convey is even richer and more three-dimensional than real words.

The person is still the same person, and the clothes and hairstyles are still so meticulous. But compared with the original strict and almost rigid standard manmaid performance, he seems to be much more relaxed and casual now.

"Mr. Richard, please come with me this way. Green eyes guided Richard to a corner away from the door.

"Is there something wrong?" Richard looked relaxed on the surface, but in fact, every muscle in his body was adjusted to a state of readiness, and his hands naturally drooped in a position that was conducive to drawing his sword.

It might have been an Orlandian Assassin - he wasn't so naïve as to think that their conflict would be resolved. The so-called aristocracy is extraordinarily inviolable in the face of the weak, and there are many rules. Richard knew in his heart that the new Marquis Wenger must be eager to kill him and wash away the family's shame.

"The Count actually wants you to have some advantage in the fight against the family. Greeneye unbuttoned his neckline and fanned his hand into the neckline.

As a manservant of a big family, he was too rude in front of outsiders.

"Why?"

"For the Count is the illegitimate son of the Duke of Augustus in the previous generation, and he has great sympathy for your fate. The green eyes suddenly lowered his voice, "The Count is even willing to provide you with a certain level of convenience, of course, only in private. ”

"Oh......"

Richard nodded with joy on his face, thinking to himself that I believe you are a ghost.

If you have to pull a handful just because they are all illegitimate children, then the old fox of Sauron will be busy, and the northeastern provinces alone can make up more than five hundred, and all Pompeii can pull out a legion.

It's okay to fool the indigenous youth for this reason, but how can you fool an old ghost who has been a human being in two lives. But for him at the moment, it is better to have an ally with a ghost in his heart than to be isolated.

"And who are you?" Richard thought that Greeneye's identity was not so simple.

How can an ordinary manservant know the black history of the master's family, let alone act as an intermediary in secret negotiations.

"You are the illegitimate son of the old Marquis of Orlando, the earl is the illegitimate son of the previous duke, and I ......" he looked at Richard, his gray-green pupils seemed to hide a deep sea, "It's the illegitimate son of the earl, my name is Rogge." ”

“......”

Richard petrified on the spot.