In his previous life, Charles heard a joke that was not a joke, and the boom of domestic microfinance platforms attracted the attention of some well-intentioned people, who were organized, disciplined, courageous, and skilled, and specialized in lending to those microfinance platforms with lax credit review, and then disappeared, and finally dragged many microfinance companies out of business.

The company went bankrupt, and the money naturally didn't have to be returned, and when Charles heard the joke, he scolded the wicked for having their own wicked grinding, and the dog ate the dog with a handful of hair.

But when there was really a handful of hair in front of him, Charles really moved the thought of his mouth.

More than 10,000 gold louis! I don't know if it broke 20,000 gold with interest, how much is 20,000 gold louis? Nearly 1 million in silver converted into Livre silver coins.

This huge amount of money can arm at least two battalions of elite hoplites, or four battalions of light infantry, or two hundred chainmail cavalry, and only two hundred to three hundred livres to arm an unarmored musketeer, which is almost enough to build the foundation of the Lorraine legion.

"Count Shire, you haven't answered my question, why did you kill my husband, and you still used despicable assassination methods in Nasser City......."

The Marquise's sad and indignant questioning brought Charles back to his senses, and he looked up coldly at the woman in black named Brahm in front of him, and in a few breaths, he saw a lot of things, and suddenly felt a wave of shame in his heart, and he couldn't bear it.

The woman is over forty years old, there are already a lot of wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, her haggard eyes are full of anxiety and sadness, and the fierce momentum that she has been holding up is shaky, and the fear that is not easy to be noticed appears in her from time to time.

She was angry, she was ruthless, but she was also afraid, Nasser's security may not be very good, but there have been few vicious incidents of assassination of nobles over the years, because this is a challenge to the majesty of His Majesty, and everyone has a conflict, and they will wait until they leave the city to solve it.

But now that Wiesenhauer is dead in Nasser, an enemy who dares to openly kill the Marquis in Nasser, is it an existence that she can compete with as a weak woman?

But she didn't dare not hold on, as long as she showed her weak and deceitful side, countless jackals would surround her and tear her to pieces.

"I think you're mistaken, Madame Brahm, though I've been longing for Olive to die since the last time your husband came to your door, I'm not stupid enough to assassinate a marquis in Nasser, and you should now go to the patrol of the sheriff's office to find out who killed your husband, instead of slandering an innocent nobleman here. ”

Although Charles decided in his heart not to be a bad account, he would not allow anyone to pour dirty water on him, and the hat of killing a marquis in Nasser City was not small, and he was to be tried by the House of Nobles.

"Do the Patrolmen have the audacity to investigate the death of a marquis? The royal family is not even willing to disclose the cause of my husband's death, but I have asked an experienced servant to see that his neck has been broken by hand, just like the Brummer who died at your hands. ”

"I have inquired of Sir Fasni Augustine, and he has testified that my husband had a violent confrontation with you here last night because of the debt you owe us to Louis of twenty thousand gold, and I know that your brother and sister have a grudge against my husband, but that is not a reason for you to kill him. ”

"Lord Charles, do you think you can't do anything if you don't admit me? I'll preach throughout Nasser that you killed me because you wanted to pay my debts........"

"Enough!

Charles suddenly screamed, and the sound of the explosion poured into Madame Brahm's ears, and her whole body shook twice, and she almost fell headlong on the carpet under the sofa.

"Madame Brahm, I see in your eyes the hypocrisy of cowardice, and you are not sure that I am the murderer of your husband, are you?"

Dressed in black, Madame Brahm was dazed by Charles's thunderous roar, and after she had just come to her senses, she was reprimanded by Charles's continuous questioning, and a mortal was suppressed by the breath of a powerful transcendent, and finally her will was completely collapsed.

"I didn't, I didn't, I didn't....... It's just that...... Want to leave Nasser ......."

Madame Brahm, who seemed to be strong, became panicked, and her well-founded rhythm was completely disrupted by Charles, who was almost out of breath under the suppression of Charles's powerful aura.

"Don't make such a weak appearance in front of me, you have just emphasized 'debt' three times in a row, I'm afraid this is your purpose today, right? Our loan contract has not expired, and I haven't said that we will not repay the money when the time comes, and you are now using this despicable and false way to collect debts, which really makes me feel ridiculous!"

Charles reined in the breath suppression on her body, and Madame Brahm, who was already about to suffocate to death, regained her smooth breathing, and slowly recovered from her confusion, and the fierce aura began to condense on her body again.

At this time, Charles also regained his calm and flat expression, and sat firmly on the sofa in the main seat, as if it was not him who was oppressive just now.

"Count Charles, I did come to collect debts, but my husband is dead, and you are the biggest suspect......"

Madame Brahm breathed a sigh of relief, and took a deed of loan from herself, and laid it on the low table between the two.

Charles frowned, he really couldn't come up with that much money at once, and all the cash in the family added up to just over 10,000, and if he paid it all, many plans would inevitably come to a standstill.

"The loan contract has not expired yet.......

"The deed states that the creditor can terminate the deed early, the interest can be halved, and the principal can be returned in full. ”

"I need some time to raise the money....... Charles gritted his teeth and agreed.

"Your Highness Wembley said that you can't raise any money in Nasser!"

Wembley....... Then what the hell are you doing to me?" Charles looked at Madame Brahm in astonishment, and couldn't help but explode into a foul mouth.

Madame Brahm also gritted her teeth, and shouted desperately: "Either pay back the money, or I will go to the House of Nobles to accuse you, and let your reputation spread throughout the continent." ”

“.........”

Fuck your sister!

For the first time, Charles had the urge to dismantle a woman, a pathetic and pitiful stupid woman who was being taken advantage of, but who behaved so heroically and fearlessly.

Charles stared at Lady Barham viciously, like a lion ready to eat, threatening to tear open the throat of his prey at any moment.

Mrs. Barham trembled like a poor rabbit, but madness and ignorance had blinded her mind, and she was powerless to resist the Charles, but kept repeating the phrase: "Give me back the money....... Give me back the money........"

The two of them confronted each other in this strange way for an unknown amount of time, but Charles was the first to relent.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to ....... this money in a while"

"Da Da Da"

The sound of high heels came from far and near, towards the living room, and Charles's words came to an abrupt end.

Cousin Linar, who was dressed in a simple red dress, walked over coldly like a gorgeous rose with thorns.

She walked up to Charles and Mrs. Barham, placed three pieces of fine golden paper on the low table, and turned away without saying a word.

"Da Da Da"

The sound of high heels faded away, and Charles fixed his eyes on the golden paper on the low table.

The large Norman text of the National Bank of Prussia is very conspicuous, and the string of numbers on it is even more eye-catching.

"Have you ever seen this?"

Mrs. Brahm shook her head.

"Ever heard of this?"

Mrs. Brahm nodded.

"Accept?"

Madame Brahm bit her lip and summoned up the last bit of courage and said: "This is a cashier's check of fifteen thousand gold crowns, and it is only fourteen thousand to exchange for gold louis, and you have to add some more ........"

Charles reached for three large promissory notes with a blank face, but Madame Brahm held them faster than he could.

"Deal!"

After Mrs. Brahm left, Charles hesitated to thank Cousin Linar, but walked to the door of his room three times in a row, but finally gave up.

The eldest lady, Ms. Linal, sat in her room, sipping a glass of red wine gently, a charming smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

If Charles were across from her at this time, he would have shouted again, "You're using Ecstasy on me again!"