Chapter 230: There are many undercurrents

And because of this channel, it has greatly expanded other formal business financial channels, which can be regarded as a great merit, and it was quickly promoted to the current position.

Vincent's mansion was on the edge of the Lake of Stars, in the knowledge of the surrounding aristocratic neighbors. Vincent was a businessman who did many charitable deeds, so he was officially awarded the title of knighthood. And this honorary knight makes the surrounding neighbors feel very good.

Although he has only moved here for two and a half years, his demeanor is completely the most personable aristocratic model, and he often wears a proper smile on his face and is polite.

But they never knew that at night, or during the day, there were always many such and such people entering the room unnoticed, and from here all sorts of orders were issued, and after a series of formalities, finally reaching those whom his neighbors called the dregs of society.

It seems like a joke, Fleet's house is less than two hundred meters away from where Vincent lives, but what has happened in the past few days is not known at all because Vincent has gone to other provinces, and as for Vincent's servants and the like, they don't even know that their gentle and humble master is the leader of the Thieves' Guild.

When the father and son went back to their room to sleep, Vincent's mansion was still lit, and in the office on the first floor, several people were standing or doing. Behind a large desk sat an emaciated Vincent, who was not tall and thin, and sat even more dimin.

But everyone in the room was vaguely centered on him, and if a stranger walked into this room for the first time, he would probably be the first person he saw was Vincent. A person's power is not based on his size and appearance, but on something more essential.

Vincent's left hand was holding a quill pen, but instead of writing, he subconsciously rotated there, as if he was playing with a dagger, his right hand gently clasped the tabletop, and several people around him were either burly or fat men, if a person who was more familiar with the situation in Matt City, he would be surprised to recognize the vice president of the mercenary guild, the captain of a squadron of the city guard, and several successful businessmen from these people.

One of them stood in front of the large table, sweat running down his forehead and not daring to wipe it. The man looked very tall and strong, his face was scarred and extremely vicious, but now his expression was completely timid, and he respectfully hung his hands at his sides. The whole room was filled with Vincent's low, hoarse voice:

"After I came to this city, I only killed a dozen people, and only four of them were people from outside the organization, and the reason why we were so valued by those people in the imperial capital was not because we could fight and kill, but because we could make money and make a lot of money for the above. ”

As he spoke, the sound of tapping in his hand suddenly became a little louder, and his tone became stern:

"That Salson, who runs a small cloth shop in the east of the city, and who has no less than ten lives in his hands, has finally touched the iron plate, who is he?

The voice was suddenly stern, the people around were all grim, the big man in front of him almost knelt on the ground, and a businessman dressed up around him, cleared his throat and said:

"Boss, Sarson was also the hardest working man when he was working under the Blood Wolves. It has also made a great contribution to us, and this time it was also his bad luck, and it was also the fact that there was a problem with our intelligence operation here. ”

Having said this, the vice president of the mercenary guild over there was a little annoyed, stood up and argued:

"If there is no important news, the practice is to allow the spies to give feedback the next day, saying that I, the news from the city guards was not delivered in time?"

When the people dressed as city guards over there heard this, they stood up from their chairs, pointed to the vice president of the mercenaries, and scolded loudly:

"If I knew, wouldn't I have handed it over here, that Spoon completely blocked the news. ”

There was a lot of arguing on the field now, but everyone was there to look at Vincent sitting there with a gloomy face out of the corner of their eyes, and their quarrels were all about pushing their own reasons. Vincent also understood in his heart, coughed lightly, and the field suddenly fell silent, glanced around coldly, and said:

"Sarson went to the trade road, and continued to be his horse bandit, and came here to whip a hundred lashes. The clerk in charge of intelligence in the Mercenary Guild cut off one of his ears. Charl, you have to keep an eye on the news of the city guards and Thomp, this matter is definitely not as simple as chasing down fugitives. ”

As soon as these punitive measures were spoken, the strong man and everyone present had an expression of amnesty on their faces, and the strong man nodded again and again and reassured:

"Thank you, boss, for your magnanimity, bastard Salson, I will personally execute him and get him back to business. ”

Seeing the relaxed expressions of these people under him, Vincent sighed and said slowly:

"Do you know why I never arrange anything there in Tosca, where I once received a commission to observe a battle of the Holy Blood Sword Saint Leggins and help when necessary, but in that gravel town is too small to be able to do so, there is actually an ascetic close to the Sanctuary, I thought what a terrible thing it would be if our people went to extort or rob!"

The faces of those around him showed extremely shocked looks, and the fact that there was a hidden sanctuary near the city meant that many actions had to be changed. The behavior of the thieves must be restrained, and the collection of horse bandits and protection money must also avoid that sensitive area.

"No matter what method you use, you must pacify the descendants of this paladin, and don't take the liberty of offending any powerful enemy, let alone a warrior who is at least level fourteen. ”

The night in Matt City was not quiet today, and Viscount Thomp, who had always paid attention to the luxury of nightlife, had dismissed all the servants in the inner house, and was waiting there restlessly, and it was obvious that he was restless at this time, and kept walking around the table.

When the two bells rang, Tom stood there nervously, and a servant outside pushed open the door, and this servant did not look respectful at all, but bowed his head and said:

"Young Master, your guest has come here. ”

As he spoke, he bent down deeply towards the door with a tenfold deferential attitude toward Thomp, not daring to look up, and seven men in robes slowly walked into the room. The dark green robe, the head is firmly covered by a hood. Walking to the center of the room, where Thomp was already desperately gesturing to the servant at the door to close the door.

But the man didn't pay any attention to it, and the young viscount's face was already pale, but he didn't dare to get angry, but he still walked into one of the seven people and waved his hand lightly.

The servant obediently closed the door.

"Long time no see, dear Lord Sir"

The man in the hood at the head said in a very beautiful voice, and one of the hoods on the side hurriedly leaned over and said a few words, and the man in front seemed to laugh a few times, and then said:

"So you are now a viscount, my dear lord. ”

The voice was beautiful and beautiful, but the meaning of the joke in it was extremely obvious, there was no sense of respect, the faces of these people were hidden in the shadow of the hood, strange to say, according to the bright lights in the room from various angles, but there was no one to see that the faces were only faintly black.

Tuo really didn't hold back, and took a step forward suddenly, habitually wanting to reach out and pull the other party's collar, but halfway through he withdrew his hand hatefully, lowered his voice and shouted there:

"A few years ago, you asked me to show my loyalty and frame a nobleman, and I did. You promised me that nothing would go wrong with this, but now that the shit is back, and so powerful, did you just tell me to plot to kill a damn paladin?"

The beautiful laughter, the laughter of these hooded people can indeed only be described as beautiful, but there must be a deep disdain contained in this sound

In his own home, he was so unscrupulously ridiculed by a few mysterious people. The arrogant Viscount Thomp could no longer hold back his anger.

Teng rushed up from where he had been standing, but his movements had just started. Suddenly, I felt as if I was firmly controlled by an invisible shackle. Unable to move. It stiffened and slowly rose into the air.

Slowly drifting to the hooded people, although the faces were hidden in the hood, but the stiff floating in the air still felt the gaze coming from the dark shadows, and in an instant Tom felt the temperature on his body drop a lot.

"We have shown you our friendship when you needed help, and now it is time for you to reciprocate. ”

A cold voice wafted through the air, and Thomp's anger had long since vanished. The rest was only fear in the bottom of my heart, and suddenly I found that the power that imprisoned my whole body relaxed a little in my head, and I hurriedly struggled and said:

"Fleet is already strong now, and I suspect he has become a paladin. I'm afraid that the frame-up will be known to him, and the Holy Maiden Leona has also returned to this city, and if this continues, I, and even our family, will be destroyed in this province. ”