Getting such a large batch of orders so easily made Lante's mood no longer calm, and he obviously underestimated what the impact of the advent of the flintlock pistol on this era, especially for Storm City, which could not form cavalry.

The flintlock pistol is the hope of defending the homeland.

For Céline, 800,000 silver coins was a lot of money, but compared to the losses caused by the annual looting by homeless people and bandits, it was nothing to worry about.

She even couldn't wait to get back to Storm City and show her father and the guards the latest weapons she'd purchased.

God, the Capet family is really a group of geniuses, and before she saw the flintlock pistol, she would not believe that there was such a weapon in this world.

With a slight pull of the trigger, you can take the lives of your enemies without having to fight them with a bulky sword.

Céreen could imagine that if her own guards were uniformly armed with flintlock muskets, when the thieves attacked again, the guards would line up and fire in unison.

A roar rang out, and the enemy fell in pieces.

Under the blow of weapons from a distance, the thieves' proud ferocious combat power and ability to run at high speed were completely restrained.

"If we can solve the problem of the Rogues, then Storm City will grow rapidly, and within ten years, we will even be able to catch up with the top families!" Selene secretly made up her mind to equip all the crew with flintlock pistols before the next pearl diving ship voyage.

The arrogant and ruthless pirates will be the first enemies that the flintlock pistol will deal with.

Suddenly there was a violent commotion at the east gate, and Rand heard someone shouting, "Your Excellency the Duke has arrived!"

There was an uproar in the crowd, and the polite aristocrats rushed in that direction, complaining that someone had messed up his cuffs.

Suddenly, the congested crowd blocked the door, and many nobles looked at the figure with awe, tidying up their appearance, for fear of leaving a bad impression on the other party.

Even in the crowd, the Duke of Winton's unique temperament is easy for him to stand out, his body is burly, his face lines are as cold as a knife, even if his sideburns have grown gray hair, but the pressure of iron and blood on his body has not weakened in the slightest.

The eyes are confident and cold.

Rand looked at his father, who was more like a duke with a lot of power than a father to outsiders.

Even in front of his own son, his attitude was still not as loving as that of an ordinary father, and perhaps it was too reluctant to apply his kindness to the Duke of Winton, and Rand had to admit that his father was a ruthless righteist.

But there is nothing wrong with this, in this kind of troubled times, only a person like the Duke of Winton can lead the family forward and clear the obstacles, if it were not for the Duke of Winton's iron hand, Rand might have been destroyed by the Southern family several times because of the private toll booth.

"Lord Duke, greetings to the Parinan family!"

"Lord Duke seems to be in good spirits......"

"My lord, it's been ...... since the last goodbye."

The nobles scrambled forward to greet the Duke of Winton, and even a few aristocratic women gently pulled their shoulder straps down, revealing their snow-white shoulders and necks, and greeted them with professional smiles.

Rand looked at this scene and felt a little funny.

He didn't think that the Duke of Winton would have the idea of having a spring with these women, these means of attracting young people were indeed a bit low-level for the Duke of Winton......

After all, at this age, if he got another brother for himself, Bran wouldn't agree in the first place.

"Congratulations, Governor of Gaza......"

"I remember you, promising young man......"

The Duke of Winton responded to the courteous words of the nobles, and the nobleman who had been praised by him twice on the shoulder looked excited and excited.

Young man, hehe......

Rand was sure that the Duke of Winton didn't even know what the other man's name was.

"Your Excellency, isn't your father here to greet you?" Serene reminded softly, sitting beside Rand.

Rand looked at the impassable east gate and shook his head very sensibly, "There are enough people to greet him, it doesn't matter if I go or not, anyway, I'm not the protagonist today......"

As the two were talking, Swift Wind walked over with his neck bent, glanced down at Celine, leaned into Rand's ear and said, "My lord, something seems wrong. ”

"Hmm, what's wrong?" Rand was puzzled.

"Over there, that person, I've been paying attention to him for a long time, and he hasn't taken his eyes off you!" Tempest pointed in the direction of the corner, "This person gives me the feeling that I have encountered wolves in the mountains, it is creepy, I didn't dare to look at him closely, but I always feel that he has malicious intentions towards you." ”

Rand frowned and looked in the direction the wind was pointing.

A blood-red color caught his eye.

Pale face, blood-colored cloak, and eyes with coldness and contempt.

Almost instantly, Rand confirmed the other party's identity.

"Yazov. Rand grinded his teeth slightly, "This bastard is here too." ”

"My lord, he's ......"

"Ron's subordinates have been humiliated by me for a long time in the Kongdu Territory!" Rand snickered secretly, he could obviously see the resentment in Yazov's eyes, but the Imperial City was not as good as the Kongdu Territory, and Rand was able to crush Yazov to death by virtue of his status as the son of the Duke, even if the other party had accumulated more anger in his heart, he could only vent it with his eyes.

It's a pity that the eyes can't kill people.

Thinking of this, Rand stood up and walked to Yazov with a glass of red wine.

"My lord, I think you'd better not provoke him......" Storm dissuaded him uneasily, Yazov's murderous aura was even affected, and he didn't want to fight such a terrifying person.

The shadow, on the other hand, was expressionless and walked after Rand's pace.

Yazov looked at Rand, who was getting closer and closer, and was a little surprised.

This guy, when did he have the confidence to provoke himself?

Yazov stomped on the table with one foot, very rudely clasped his hands over his chest, and squinted at Rand.

"Your Excellency Yazov, we haven't seen each other for about three months since the last time we crossed the air, haven't we?" Rand smiled, no emotion could be heard in his words, he looked at Yazov's very indecent sitting posture, as if looking for a suitable adjective in his head: "You are still the same as always...... Be on the loose. ”

"Is there something wrong?" Yazov tilted his neck, how could he not hear the sarcasm in Rand's words, but remembering the task that Ron had given him this time, Yazov asked with suppressed anger in his heart.