"Heh, you haven't had enough of it!" Quegphine sneered, and then he suddenly sighed again, "Don't drink it yet, tell me how you got to Janos?" I heard that you still made trouble at the New Year Festival of the Imperial and made people beat up? He looked at the bandages on the old drunkard's body with a good look. www.biquge.info He still remembered the old skeletal drunkard lying on the beach, covered in terrible wounds torn by black keys and reefs, and the white bones were visible. Only this old boy can survive, if he is an ordinary person, any wound is enough for him to die ten times!

"Tsk, didn't you meet the Son of Prophecy," the old drunkard smiled, "and stayed there to teach." ”

"Do you really believe the old horse's nonsense?" Quegphin snorted, "You don't owe the Baranduc family money for drinks, do you?" ”

"You actually know the Baranduc family?" The old drunkard was surprised, and then relieved, the Empire did not bother to cover up the tragedy ten years ago - the edge against the Baranduk family was hidden in the operation to clean up the remnants of Pande, and when the old Baranduk just thought that he was going to be swept away by the Empire, there were already murderous Shadow Legion soldiers standing outside the door. Ordinary people may not know why, but who is this person in front of them? He is an unborn merchant in the Pander Continent, and the shopping mall is like an old drunkard in his heyday. The intelligence network in his hands has already penetrated every corner of Pande. Vidis of Jan Vick Sneezes in the morning, and Quegfin can subvert the Fields Wills Federation's medicinal herb market in the afternoon! How could the empire's little action be hidden from him?

"Of course I do!" Quegfin looked disdainful, but didn't ask any further questions—he had always scoffed at Madigan's madness. He handed the dragon's tear gem to the female warrior beside him: "Alice, boil a bucket of hot water, grind the gem into powder, and pour it in." ”

"Yes." The female warrior received the order and was about to turn around, when the old drunkard suddenly reached out and took away the dragon tear gem. "No, the little girl should recuperate if she is injured, don't do these rough jobs." The old drunkard lazily said, "I'm not paralyzed in bed yet." ”

Quegfin was silent for a long time and chuckled: "Good technique. "Just reach out and take the gem from Alice's hand? His personal guards are not ordinary people! Although the old drunkard was seriously wounded, he was still the demigod noisy Araric, and without a trace, he took the dragon's tears from the hands of an expedition hero, a method that is truly admirable for an antelope to hang its horns.

"It's fine." The female warrior said that he would reach out and grab it, and the old drunkard had the intention to tease it again, but his physical condition was really powerless to deal with an expeditionary hero, and he was pressed on the bed by Alice just after making a move, and he saw that the gem was about to change hands, so he repeated the trick, and his right hand was as smooth as a water snake, and disappeared into the blind corner of Alice's vision, and then easily took away her visor. Alice snapped back as if she had been burned, and covered her face tightly, but the old drunkard could already see the large bruises on her face and the swollen corners of her eyes. "What's going on?" The old drunkard took one look, bowed his head and handed back the visor. Alice didn't answer, took a few steps back, and stood beside Kuigfen, not saying a word the whole time.

Quegfin sighed: "A few days ago, I exchanged Noldor slaves with Ramon in New Gar, and that guy opened his mouth widely, and I didn't agree. The old boy said that the two of us should change the way, and the personal guards would win or lose in a fight. I figured out that I had all touched the bottom of his guards, and I was no match for Alice. As a result, he didn't know when he changed to a female bodyguard, and the two sides were tied. ”

"No, I lost." Alice said calmly, "I was wearing a heavy suit at the time, but the bodyguard was dressed in a regular suit and faced me with his bare hands. ”

"So to speak," Kuigfin sighed, "Alice's Milanese forged steel armor has been completely deformed and scrapped before the winner is decided, that woman is really born with divine powers!" I don't know from which continent Ramon dug such a female orangutan. ”

Alice went out to boil water, and the old drunkard put aside the mask in his hand and said casually: "This female doll is very strong." ”

"No, she's got a perfect pass for Ryan's Expedition Hero Assessment."

"So powerful?" The old drunkard moved, "How could I follow you?" ”

"Her parents were killed by the enemy, and I helped her find the enemy." Quegfin replied succinctly, in fact, with his intelligence network, it was nothing more than a gesture of effort, not something to boast about.

"If it weren't for her, you would definitely suffer a big loss under Ramon." The old drunkard turned the conversation to the deal, "How did it turn out?" ”

"Don't lose or win, take a step back. Of course, he and I both knew in our hearts that I had lost. "Ramon has entrusted the Noldor slaves to the Laria auction to see if I can get them tonight." ”

"With your financial resources, it's definitely fine."

"That's what Ramon thinks, too."

The old drunkard was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Kuigfen sympathetically: "Say, tens of millions?" ”

Quegfin took a deep breath, his white mustache hanging down from his overwhelm. "One Noldor nobleman, two female rangers. He directly started with fifteen million dinars. Hehe, this old boy clearly did it on purpose. Who in Laria can come up with that much money but me? ”

The old drunkard rarely continued to laugh, apparently knowing the weight of the number. Fifteen million is not a small number for even the richest Duchy of Sarion. He just wordlessly reached out and patted Kuigfen on the shoulder: "Why are you doing this?" ”

Quegfin pointed to his nose, his eyes glistening with pride: "Because I'm Quigfing, Pender Quagfin." ”

Pande Kuigfing, this name was as dazzling as a meteor in Pande in 198~204, for no other reason, that is, he was the last president of the Pande Merchants' Association, and the first president of the Salion Merchants' Guild. He survived the Scarlet Scourge and propped up the crumbling Pander Empire with his vast wealth. After the invasion of Osa Sauron, instead of raising the banner of kingship in the name of the Pander royal family, he pledged allegiance to Duke Alfred, and with his money empire assisted the amazing military talents of the founding monarch of Salion, he finally succeeded in suppressing the expansion of Osa Sauron at Fort Carlindeen. With the Vanskerian Fieldway a mass move in was a foregone conclusion, Quegfin persuaded King Alfred to break his wrist and travel to the West Coast to negotiate a series of trade treaties with the hairy, blood-drinking pirates. King Alfred then generously canonized a large number of nobles, giving away the fiefs of the trifecta on the west coast to be managed by the former robbers and new nobles, and at the cost of foreseeable independence in the future, curbing the desire of the Van Skerry to invade further inland. Then came the death of the founding king, and the successor Ulrik II was jealous of Quagfing's wealth enough to rival the kingdom, but before he could do it, Quagfing, who controlled the economic lifeblood of Sarion, had already let go of his own initiative and wandered around. Instead, Ulrique II was struggling to dispose of Quegfin's astronomical assets, which were not digested until Ulrique III ascended the throne. However, a merchant is a merchant everywhere, and by a series of coincidences, he obtained a trade license from the Noldor elves. It was during this time that the old drunkard became acquainted with Quegfin. Of course, he knew Quegfin's purpose in spending a lot of money to auction off the three Noldor slaves, and one of the trade treaties he signed with Noldor in his early years was that he would spare no effort to rescue any Noldor who unfortunately fell into the hands of the enemy.

It's just that as far as the old drunkard knows, with Quegfen's current status in Noldor, if he can't be saved, he will only attract a few criticisms. But he still fulfilled the treaty and really did not spare any effort. In the eyes of outsiders, it is inevitable that there is some suspicion of pleasing the Nodos, but the old drunkard knows his best friend too well to please the Nodos? Quegfin was only meticulously completing what was originally agreed upon. Why was he able to thrive during those turbulent years? It is because of this businessman's nature that he is extremely strict with himself. Otherwise, King Alfred would be so relieved to leave the entire kingdom's economy to him in charge?

"You're really ......" The old drunkard wanted to comfort him a few more words, but Kuigfin had already slapped his hand away: "Do you think I'm really going to cut out fifteen million?" ”

The old drunkard reacted very quickly and slapped his thigh: "I don't want to rob people after the transaction is over!" In this way, you can earn a sum of compensation for nothing, won't Ramon suspect you? ”

"If it's a human who robs it, then I'm definitely a suspect. But this is Laria, and to the east is the home of the Noldor elves. It should make sense for a skilled Noldor Ranger to infiltrate the city and rescue his compatriots, right? Quegfin smiled, his mustache curled up with vigor and vigour.