Chapter 0124: The Messenger
Because the battleship on the sea was lit with countless torches, the whole ship was like a floating volcano, and the atmosphere of the three people in the cabin was harmonious because of the foundation of cooperation.
Surrounding the big red table, Batora sat in the middle of the pen, bowed her head to draft the agreement, and the marquis's ass rested on the table with his back to the two of them, holding a glass and drinking.
Alwin on one side paid attention to the two people present, turned sideways and squinted at the increasing black letters on the parchment, and also stared at the glass of wine that was constantly decreasing, and refilled the marquis in time.
"The agreement is the agreement, the brothers are the brothers, you really don't consider my proposal?" In the flickering candlelight, Guernier looked down at Alvin with a smile, shook the cup, paused, and his tone was aggravated, "Brothers work together to break gold, you and I join forces, steel and food, and the expansion of territory must be unstoppable, and then the benefits and merits will be great." β
"Expanding territory is a business, and making money is also a business, but territory will not follow you, and money ...... People walk the treasure trove with moving. Alvin replied lightly, watching Batora finish the last line, straightening up his pen and starting to check.
"The only family of the nobles who made their fortune through trade was Jordanis, and their night pots were made of gold. However, moving around is not on other people's territory, but acting according to the face. Since ancient times, land is the greatest wealth, and those who own land have power, and they have all wealth, including money. β
"Oh, money has no territory, maybe on the territory of several people, it can flow, all over the world, there is no place where money cannot go. Alvin said.
"Your ambitions are greater. Batora wrote to the last line and interjected coldly.
Alvin smiled: "The world is so big, why can't you put it down for a small place." β
"Little place...... "Gernier put down his glass and looked at Alvin quietly.
"Is Lukang big, is Bowang Ling, is it big, is it Farolanda, which has thousands of territories large and small, and the Southern Islands...... Oh, this south is relative to the land of Roland, and what is the south of the southern archipelago? more seas, or more land......" Alvin shook his head, "why stumble on one place and hold back......
He raised the corners of his mouth at Batora and said, "Well, my ambitions are much bigger than you think, right?"
Batora stopped and glanced at Alwin, "Do you want to be a wandering knight, traveling across the land and sailing the seas?"
"And you can fly in the sky. β
The Count checked it and handed it over to Gernier, but the Marquis just glanced at the keywords, and pushed the cup towards Alwin, who took it, looked at it carefully, and handed it back to Count Bartola, and asked him to copy two copies in duplicate.
"Land and population are coveted resources, and every lord and nobleman is eyeing them. As princes, we have a lot of limitations, the development of the wilderness is too dangerous, the investment is too great......; There are so many cakes, and if you cut it bigger, there will be fewer people, and there will be more enemies than friends. β
"We are not kings after all, we have limitations in doing things, and there will be a lot of trouble, or do you want to play a game of chair grabbing?"
Ganier was a little absorbed in what he heard, but then he smiled slightly, took a sip of wine, and covered his expression.
Alvin continued: "Actually, land and people are just one type of wealth, such as iron ore is also a ......"
"It's a pity that the iron ore is buried in the lord's land, so, there is no territory, there is nothing, and with the territory there is everything. Feeling that he had grasped the crux of the matter, Guernier concluded: "It's been a whimsical circle, and it's back to square one." β
That's the best way to understand it, Alvin smiled silently.
The times have not yet developed to that point, and it is a strange thing to say, so it's good to chat and pass the time.
After the agreement on grain and iron ore was drafted, both sides agreed, and the Marquis of Guernier personally stamped his seal, and Alvin also signed it, and the war report, Marquis Guernier also signed his name, which can be regarded as witnessing Alwin's miraculous work.
"Everything is ready and all I need is letters and letters, and it was a hard wait. Guernier quipped as Alwyn carefully folded the battle report and stuffed it into a small wooden box.
"Wait a minute, let's witness the miracle. β
With that, Alvin pulled out a golden bell.
Dingββ
The sound is crisp.
The cabin fell silent, and the three of them listened.
However, nothing happened.
Maybe the sound was too low for Wyvern to hear.
Alvin shook again with weight.
Marquis Guernier couldn't help but laugh and said, "It's okay to summon a bartender with this thing, but this is my battleship, not a tavern." β
Alvin shook his head, what's the matter, did the little wyvern run, or was it too far away to hear?
I probably went back to the lord's mansion and shook it a few more times to know the result.
The bell in his hand shook violently, thinking forget it, admit it, just make a joke, the golden bell was just about to be put away.
Boom β
A flash of golden lightning struck, and the gate shattered with a bang, sending sawdust flying.
The golden dragon flew in and shouted, "Don't shake, don't shake, here, come, I'm confused, as for it? β
She rushed into the cabin, staggering a few steps before stopping, rubbing her eyes and yawning, looking sleepy-eyed.
Instead, she saw Alwin, raised her paws and said angrily, "The third watch doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you ringing?"
Dragon!
The Marquis and Count were stunned with their glasses in their hands, as if petrified.
Alarm bells rang out outside the cabin.
"Invasion of Warcraft!"
"All in place, ready for battle!"
"Protect the Marquis!"
The sound of issuing orders, the swords clanging out of their sheaths, the chaotic sound of footsteps, and the pot seemed to be boiling on the battleship.
Torches swirled, shadows swayed, spears were like a forest, and the shadows of the great sword, soldiers, and knights came in the direction of the cabin.
In just a few moments, the knights at the original banquet, including Bucklay and Hadley, all wore white robes and rushed in with big swords in their hands, surrounding the little dragon girl.
"Uh...... They all ran out in their pajamas?" Astrice said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry to disturb you sleeping, but it's not my fault." I'm also a victim, I'm also sleeping on the ground, it's all him, the time of the call is wrong, and it's so urgent. β
Following the dragon's golden claws, the sword-wielding spear-wielding crossbow soldiers and knights looked sideways at Alwin.
Everyone's eyes were warm, and the temperature of the kick rose sharply under the focus, especially the face was a little hot, and Alvin said: "This is a misunderstanding, she is the messenger I invited." Then he turned to the stunned Marquis and Earl and repeated, "The messenger." β
"The Courier!"
"The Courier!"
The Marquis and Earl, like trained parrots, repeated the last words of Alwin's words.