"Butret Moyano is the daughter of a wealthy merchant in Bouillant, Lombardy, the largest wine merchant in the Provence region of Basilbermen, he spent a lot of money more than 20 years ago to marry the mother of Bouterre Moyano, so that his daughter was qualified to marry into the Moyano family, and since then she has squeezed into the high society ....... Bouillanian region."

Charles stood on the steps outside the main house and watched the luxurious carriage drive through the gate, and Olive beside him recounted to him the details of the identity of Butree Moyano, who was the Countess, and the Countess was a kind of knighthood, worthy of being greeted by his master at the door of the house.

"Her mother is a relative of Duke Bryan's family, is she the father of the rude Veronica, Duke Bryan?" said Charles, who was very angry with her long-legged young knight, and her shameless demeanor was very annoying.

"Yes, it's just a distant relative, a little sir, and a concubine like Veronica, who has a title equal to yours, but her status is far from yours. Olive explained softly, lest Charles be too respectful of the other party and lower his status.

The carriage came to a stop in front of the steps of the main mansion, and Roy, the butler in a straight dress and white gloves, stepped forward to open the door, and the two beautiful women in skirts stepped down.

"The one on the left should be the Countess of Butret Moano, and the one on the right ......" Olive knew that Charles didn't care much about the nobles' insignia, and whispered a reminder beside him, but when she saw the girl in the dress on the right, she was visibly stunned.

He has long straight brown and blonde hair, royal blue almond eyes, a small straight nose and sexy and charming lips, because he has not changed his skirt in a knight's suit, and he can't see the straightness of his two long legs.

"Talking about Wang Ba...... TMD jumped out with a big turtle ......" Charles muttered to himself, a not-so-standard smile tugging at his handsome face.

The two dress-dresseds naturally began to smile when they got out of the car, which was a sign of respect for a Count who personally greeted the guests, but their smiles only lasted a few seconds before they froze on their faces.

"Who is this young man? Is it the Count of Bayonne? damn it......" Butree Moyano was very anxious, and if he recognized the wrong person at this time, it would be a big deal.

"This guy....... How could it be........ That's it........ Damn it......."

Veronica was also a little dumbfounded, because no matter how much a person's fat and thinness changed, there were traces in their appearance, so she still barely recognized Charles after she was stunned.

She had met Charles not long ago, and at that time Charles was no longer a big fat man, and she still called out, "Aren't you a big fat man?" But today, she couldn't understand how Charles's appearance could be so outrageous.

Charles looked at the stunned appearance of the two beauties, and felt a little embarrassed in his heart, he deliberately did not step forward to accompaniment, just to see the embarrassment of this young knight who didn't like to give face.

For her brother who stunned the two visiting guests with his "handsome face", Olive was silent at first, but after all, she was a wealthy girl with cultivation, and she took the initiative to greet her after a few seconds.

"Hello Countess Moyano, welcome, my brother is waiting for you!" Olive pointed to Charles on the steps, then looked at Veronica, and gave her a complicated little look, looking a little smug and a little swaggering.

Charles also walked down the stairs, smiling as he walked over to the two beauties in dresses.

Butree Moyano quickly adjusted her expression and smiled and stretched out her palm to Charles, as if the momentary embarrassment was non-existent.

Charles gently shook the lace-gloved palm of Butree Moano, made a symbolic kiss, then smiled and turned to Veronica next to her, then .........

Veronica folded her hands on her abdomen, not sticking out at all.

“............”

This is quite faceless, wow! I'm so handsome now, what do you mean by you still looking down on me?

"Oh⊙? ⊙!"

Charles showed an exaggerated look of surprise, "Are you...... Veronica? Oh...... I can't believe that a knight would ...... It's so beautiful...... The skirt ......"

“............”

Many men in aristocratic circles will praise women in exaggerated tones, and absurd nonsense such as "you are my sun" and "I can't live without you" are commonplace, so Charles's words only sound a little grammatical error, nothing strange, but the girl knight Veronica in the skirt just sensed his full malice.

"The Earl is so amusement, he even has a ...... to study women's skirts"

Veronica gritted her back molars, her almond eyes narrowed with a fierce light, and she wouldn't have known what unladylike words she would have said had it not been for the tugging of Buttre Moyano next to her.

"No matter how beautiful the skirt is, it can only add a little brilliance to the beautiful lady, and it can never hide the light of the owner. ”

Charles smiled, turned slightly and bent over, stretched out his palms to guide the two beauties in skirts up the steps, their postures were indifferent and standard, showing just the right amount of gentlemanly demeanor.

Butree Moyano gently lifted the corner of her skirt and walked up the steps with a smile, but her mind was quickly speculating on the details of the young people around her.

Before today, Butree Moyano had collected a lot of information about the Charles, and knew that the Charles was no longer the big fat man with the retarded mind, but she would never have imagined that the Count of Bayonne was what he was now.

Young, handsome, gentlemanly, and a wealthy aristocrat with a very standard appearance, but Charles's exaggerated little clip of Veronica just now also shows the naughtiness and emotion of young people.

Butree Moyano is not afraid to do business with cunning gentlemen, but he is afraid to deal with these emotional young people, because you don't know when he gets it wrong and will embarrass you.

Veronica is a person who often makes mistakes, and Butree Moyano has known it for more than a decade.

Watching her cousin go up the stairs, Veronica followed with a pretty face, thinking about how to get back to the field just now.

A few people sat down in the small drawing-room, laughing and chatting as they finished a pot of tea, Charles took out a copy of the contract, and the maids and servants all withdrew.

Butree Moyano took a cursory look at the text of the contract, but did not indicate whether to accept it or not to accept it.

"Earl, when I received your letter, I told Veronica about the weapon mentioned in your letter, and as you know, I am not a warrior, and I am not a warrior, and I am not interested in the use and ...... of weapons It's hard to judge the value, so I asked Veronica to help me discuss this collaboration......"

"Ma'am, do you want Veronica to test the value of the weapon?" Charles asked directly.

“..........”

"Yes, Lord Count, you know....... I'm just a businessman!"

Butree Moyano was a little embarrassed, and said to himself, 'This count is still a young man, how can he speak so directly?'

"I know that you are a businessman, and I admire your integrity and strength!

Charles had the 'hard goods' in his hand, and he didn't plan to drag the mud and water at all, so he stood up and led the three women to the backyard, where Roy had already set up a long table with six targets, and two large revolvers.

"Roy, show a few young ladies first!"

Roy nodded in obedience, and stood at the front of the table and picked up the big revolver.

Charles walked up behind Olive and stretched out his broad palm to cover her ears, Olive twisted her neck, feeling Charles's insistence, so she didn't refuse.

"Bang bang!"

In order to ensure a certain power, the caliber of the large revolver was very large, and the gunfire was naturally very loud, and after the green smoke of the hit was rising from the six targets in succession, Charles observed that Brett Moyano's footsteps had receded slightly, but he quickly stepped back again. Apparently she was frightened, but she didn't scream or put her hands on her chest in a weak motion.

"It's not easy to be a very strong woman!"

Olive had already told Butree Moyano yesterday that after her husband died, she faced the covetousness of other members of the Moyano family, and she played several beautiful tricks in a row, and finally took her son to sit firmly in the position of the Moyano family's business talker, it is not easy for an ordinary woman to do this in this extraordinary world.

Veronica was naturally not intimidated, she was already attracted by this pistol that could fire quickly and continuously, and without waiting for Charles and Roy to greet her, she went up and picked up a large revolver.

The revolver was heavy, but it was stress-free for her, a seventh-rank warrior, and she got used to it a little, and fired six bullets in quick succession.

"The workmanship is crude, the fireworks are too big to pierce the armor, Count Charles, what kind of rotten thing are you?"

“........”

Butree Moyano, who had not been moved by the gunfire just now, lifted his forehead and turned his head to a gentle smile at Charles, trying to show his kindness.

It's true that she's a businessman, but how can a weapons dealer not understand the value of a weapon? Today she brought Veronica to cover for herself, but she didn't think that she would become a troublemaker.