"Young Master, I think this is purely a waste of time."

After the doorman entered the door to report, Caron said.

Oreo shook his head slightly, he was a polite man, and he didn't think anyone would refuse his request, since birth.

Cuarón sighed and said no more.

The doorman soon came out, and he opened the door and whispered.

"I'm sorry, my lord is busy, and he doesn't have time to meet the two."

Cuarón, a manservant, leaned over to the crack in the door and handed the silver coin in his hand.

It was just a town, and a silver coin was more than enough, but the doorman shook his head and tried to close the door.

Cuarón pressed his hand against the door frame and looked at Oreo.

The doorman scolded and turned his head.

"What do you want to do? Jacques, bring a few people over! ”

A few thug-looking people quickly ran over, and the strong man with a big waist and a round waist should be Jacques in the doorman's mouth.

He snorted.

"Don't you two have eyes? Dare to break into the Marquis's house? ”

Oreo looked at him coldly, like he was looking at a retarded person.

Jacques shoved Cuarón out, and he stared up at Cuarón.

"Get out of this yard or I'll break your legs."

Cuarón frowned slightly and looked at Oreo.

Jacques thought that Caron was venting his frustration, and he became more and more annoyed.

"Look at what, go away!"

Oreo opened his mouth slightly, he finally made up his mind, and nodded slowly.

Cuarón understood the meaning of this nod, and he grabbed Jacques by the collar and lifted him high as he cursed, which was already a gentle gesture for Cuarón.

"What are you doing!"

Jacques struggled, his muscles growing stronger, but he couldn't break free of Cuarón's right arm, and instead of being discouraged, he grew more and more annoyed.

"If you dare to touch me again, I will let you know the consequences of making trouble on the territory of the Count of Ansetus!"

As the words fell, the remaining thugs rushed into the porter, and one of them ran out with a pistol in hand, and surrounded Caron.

"Young Master......"

Caron hesitated, and there were more and more people on the street, and everyone stared at Caron and the two with sympathetic eyes, and it was clear that Lord Ansetus had a long reputation in the town of André.

Using necromancy in broad daylight would have serious consequences, and Oreo didn't want to hurt the innocent, so he motioned for Cuaron to put Jacques down.

It stands to reason that Jacques should know that there is a huge gap in the strength of the two sides, but unfortunately his brain doesn't seem to be very good, and he is still arrogant.

"Bring the two of them in! I'm going to teach them a lesson! ”

He spat and glanced at the surrounding spectators, who hurriedly took two steps back and watched the scene from afar.

Patting the hem of his clothes, Oreo walked briskly up and handed him a black insignia.

Jacques thought it was a gold coin, but the texture of the emblem was completely different from that of a gold coin, he sneered.

"What is this?"

The doorman approached curiously, staring at the thing for a moment, then speaking uncertainly.

"Jaquis, I've seen this thing, it seems to be ......"

The doorman struggled to recall that the flag of the Venada Empire flashed in his mind, and he suddenly said, "This is the coat of arms of the Pravor family!" ”

Hearing this lofty name, the smile on the corner of Jaquis's mouth froze, Oreo didn't plan to deal with a small role like him, and walked into the courtyard with Cuaron, and this time no one came to stop him.

After Oreo left, Jacques yelled at the crowd of spectators.

"Look at what, look!"

The crowd dispersed like birds and beasts, and the streets were filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

......

After a morning of tossing and turning, Oreo finally met Ansetus, who was younger than he had imagined, and his hair was only half bald.

He walked over warmly and shook Oreo's hand.

"Your presence has really made the humble house shine, I wonder why Your Excellency Pravel has come from afar?"

Although he pretended to be enthusiastic, Ansetus's first sentence was to chase away the customer in disguise, and it could be seen that he didn't take Oreo seriously, and the reason for meeting him was only because of the name of Pravor.

The Pravor family has gone through six generations and nine dynasties, and has been spreading on the mainland for many years, and not every Pravor family can be as admired as the prime ministers of previous dynasties.

Oreo sat down, and Caron said dryly.

"Count Ansetus, on the orders of the Golden Army of Yessel, we are here to track down the whereabouts of a batch of Type II Venada Steel, I heard that Lord Count has a very high status in André Town, I wonder if you can help us solve the case."

Oreo didn't speak, which seemed to Ansetus to be a dismissive, so he ignored Oreo as well.

"Your young master is serving in the Golden Army?"

Caron nodded.

"Lieutenant Commander under Commander Alma."

"I see,"

Ansetus showed a look of sudden realization, and he changed his words, "No wonder I haven't heard of it, it turns out that he is just a deputy commander." ”

Didn't give Oreo a chance to attack, he said immediately.

"Tell me, how do you want me to cooperate with you, I will do my best."

Cuarón said quickly.

"We inquired before we came, the town's auction house was auctioning a batch of Type II Venada steel, and we wanted to know where this batch came from......"

"That's easy!"

Ansetus interrupted him, he clapped his hands, and a butler-like figure walked out.

"Go and ask the people at the auction house to find out the whereabouts of that batch of Venada steel, and buy those things before that, after all, this is a commission from Deputy Commander Plavel, we can help."

This attitude is really disgusting, but Oreo has been on Burning Soul Island for a long time, and he has seen all kinds of people, so his mood is quite normal.

The crowd sat quietly in the hall, and Ansetus didn't seem to have any intention of inviting them to dinner, not even a cup of tea.

The reason why he did this was actually very simple, after all, Lord Pravor was only the deputy commander of the Golden Army, and he could give him some face, but he had to give him an attitude of charity.

After a while, the floor clock in the hall rang, and Ansetus stood up, his face full of guilt.

"Excuse me."

Oreo nodded in understanding, while Cuarón stared silently at Ansetus' back.

When he was gone, he whispered.

"Young master, when did your temper get so good."

Oreo held out a finger and pointed at his stomach, as if to say he wasn't hungry.

Then he held out a second finger and pointed to his pocket, most likely saying that he had no money.

The meaning of the connection is that since you can prostitute the benefits of others, you don't need to make an inch.

Cuarón shook his head and stood back, waiting with Oreo.

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