"Oreo Pravor!"

As soon as I entered the room, there was a roar at the end of the long table. "What the hell do you mean?"

Filia had already changed into her summer dress, and she was a little more feminine than the last time we met.

Anyway, the wedding took place, so Filia and Gerus moved to the annex on the banks of the River Plit, and from the terrace on the second floor, you could see that there were many cruise ships in the center of the river.

Seeing Filia's showmanship, Angelyl looked like she was on the verge of an enemy, she clung to Oreo, and under the cover of the white robe, she even held Oreo's wrist.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't come to Jessel!"

Filia was still asking, "And why did you send someone to disturb my wedding?" ”

Oreo really knows his childhood sweetheart too well, and she is by no means as babbling as she appears.

He spread his hands.

"What the hell is the matter with me?"

Filia closed her mouth and stared at Oreo viciously, before she let out her breath.

"What do you say?"

Oreo sat down at the long table with Angelyl, and he looked down and thought for a moment.

"Is Your Excellency Gerus, I want to talk to him face to face."

"Your Highness Oreo, just call me Gerus."

Gerus pushed the food cart through the small door, and the food cart was filled with silver plates with white ceramic tops.

Mourning sat beside Filia, who beckoned to Gerus.

"You made something like this in the afternoon?"

Filia glared at him.

"As long as I like it, it's none of your business!"

"Lord Pravor."

Gerus subtly changed his name, and he personally placed the plate in front of Oreo with a natural and gentle movement.

Worthy of being the heir of the Walden family, Gerus has an extremely rare humility among his peers, and Oreo likes to deal with such people.

"Miss Angelyl."

Then came Angelil, who softly thanked her.

It could be seen that Monin was very familiar with the Gerus family, and before Gerus could make a move, he snatched the things himself, and then moved the chair to the side.

Gerus sat down beside Filia, facing Oreo, a tall and burly young man who always had drooping eyebrows and looked unrefreshed.

He said politely.

"Your Excellency Pravor, there are no servants in the courtyard today, all the dishes are made by me myself, if you are not used to eating any dishes, I will go and make a few more for you."

"I'm an undead and can eat anything."

Oreo snapped his fingers, and a red vortex rolled up in the decanter not far away, which finally split into five torrents and merged into everyone's glass.

He shook his glass.

"Gerus Walden, can you speak to me on behalf of your family?"

Gerus and Filia didn't know how long they had been preparing for this conversation, but he quickly replied.

"The family has decided to shift its focus from Ibai to Yesel from this year, and I will be in charge of all matters in Yesel."

As a businessman, Gerus is really comfortable to speak.

Oreo raised his glass and touched it in the air, while Gerus raised his glass respectfully, as did Mourning.

Putting down the wine glass, he uncovered the white silk cloth covering the bamboo basket in front of him, and below it was a steaming croissant, and the butter was placed aside, in a beautiful condition, just looking at it made people's fingers move.

It's really embarrassing for Gerus, even if it takes two hours for Caron to prepare a table of dishes of this size, it will take at least a whole afternoon to change Gerus.

Seeing Angelyl take a bite, Oreo asked in a low voice.

"How?"

Angelyl rolled her eyes, then smiled sweetly at Filia.

"Miss Felia is blessed to have such a good husband."

I really shouldn't have come out with this idiot.

Oreo cursed inwardly.

Filia nodded with a big grin, and she forked the croissant and stuffed it into her mouth, then said vaguely.

"It's still a little worse than Mr. Caron's craftsmanship, but it's already very good, thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard."

Praised by his wife, Gerus smiled shyly, and there was a deep affection in his eyes that could not be hidden.

Seeing this scene of you and me, Angelil finally put her mind at ease.

After becoming an undead, the only shackles that hindered her from tasting food had been completely lifted, and she solved the plates in front of her in three or two clicks, and then set her eyes on Oreo.

He barely moved his knife and fork, and the look on his face was very solemn, as he had been for a long time since he came to Jessel, no, to be exact, since he returned to Turin from the city of South Gomont.

"Cheers."

Gerus raised his glass again, and everyone drank the last drop of wine, except for Filia, who was overwhelmed by the wine, and the two undead present were extremely sober.

Glancing at Monin, Gerus put down his glass.

"Sir Pravor, it is a great favor for me personally that you have settled Gernot, and with the friendship between Filia and you, I will personally stand firmly by your side, no matter what."

Walden was a merchant family, and they wouldn't put their eggs in the same basket, Oreo knew that, and he wouldn't ask the Walden family to serve him, which was too much to do.

He pushed the untouched plate over to Angelyl and nodded slightly.

"Gerus, Morin's trust is my trust, he trusts you, so I choose to cooperate with you, do you want to ask me anything before that."

Gerus pondered slightly.

"I want to gain the right to trade with the Okasim Empire, and I will not ask you for anything other than that."

Everyone understood what Gerus meant, that trading with the Okassim Empire at this juncture was tantamount to treason, and that he was thus firmly bound to his own interests and those of Oreo, which was almost entirely at his personal level.

Oreo leaned forward and stared straight at Gerus, going to give him some pressure.

"Is that really all you want, Lord Gerus?"

Gerus smiled shyly.

"Of course, it would be better if you could gain your friendship in the process."

Oreo withdrew his gaze and looked at Monin, who scratched his head in embarrassment.

"I wanted to tell you this in advance, but I thought Philia would tell you this, but ......"

He looked at Filia, who was already slumped in her chair unconscious, she was one such woman, who was not a good drinker and liked to drink.

"Your Excellency Gerus."

"His Highness Oreo."

Oreo stood up and held out his right hand forward, while Gerus held out his hand in fear.

Oreo shook his hand vigorously.

"I could have promised you a lot, but I don't know if the promise at this moment is strong enough."

He looked him straight in the eye, "As my wife used to say, time will tell, and I believe that we will become very good friends, and that Jessel will become the true ideal country of the Tutans." ”

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