The dragoons looked at each other, not knowing what Oppenheimer was anxiously shouting. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But the eyes of the hungry people looking at Oppenheimer were clearly wrong, a bit like a hungry wolf looking at food, a bit like a pervert looking at his underwear, a look that wanted to tear his target apart with his teeth. Although the hungry people did not know what this generous gentleman was crying about, his attitude towards the Count was questionable.

Is the earl something you can shout about?

You have to be respectful to the Count!

Otherwise, fuck you.

The ill-intentioned mob began to gather at Oppenheimer in a menacing manner.

But Count Frederick had already ridden his horse to Oppenheimer, and the horse's brisk hooves "clicked" close to the angry banker, and then the Count leaned over the horse's neck, approached the banker, and said softly: "Then I will respectfully give up my stage as you wish, and you will negotiate with my citizens yourself." ”

After saying that, Frederick straightened up and gave Sir Farragut a slick look, and when the look came, Sir Farragut understood, turned over and dismounted, clinging to the long swallowtail flag, holding the banker's vest, and rudely pushed Oppenheimer in front of the mob.

"This is a head-to-head dialogue between the currency issuer and the citizens, and the currency issuer is responsible for everything that happens. Let's be honest, banks are service providers, and citizens are customers. Disputes between businessmen and customers, in which the military has no right to interfere. But if the dragoons dare to touch my citizens, it will be a conversation between soldiers and soldiers. Frederick squinted his eyes at the dragoons as he forcibly pushed Oppenheimer towards the angry peasants: "So the ugly words came ahead: If the princes dare to draw their swords and hurt my citizens, even if they cut an inch of skin, the Knights of Fort William will roar and be on a par with the princes." ”

"Damn. The lieutenant dragoon thought silently, "This count is a rascal. ”

Filia was more honest, and she muttered directly, "Stinky rascal." ”

And Oppenheimer was pushed to the black and oppressed mob by the bull-like knight, and he was suddenly frightened, like a sailor on the verge of execution being pushed onto a gangplank, with no way back to retreat, and in front of him was a murderous angry sea, almost urinating, looking at the wolf-like peasants in horror, and a voice in his heart shouted hoarsely: "I will be killed, I will definitely be killed, these peasants are eager to chop me up and sell me! Let me negotiate with these peasants head-on, it is no different from sentencing me to death, this is a death sentence!"

Oppenheimer struggled hard for a long time, seeing that he was being pushed into the arms of the mob inch by inch, he suddenly changed his attitude, turned around and stood up straight, looked at the earl and said solemnly and sincerely: "I think about it carefully, your policy is really correct, the peasant is our close friend, the cornerstone of the whole country's society, the supreme customer of the bank, and it is really undeserved to make customers dissatisfied." When I heard about your decision, my consciousness was immediately raised, my soul was sublimated, and I was determined to support your decision. ”

"Don't you talk to the citizens?" said Frederick, teasing him calmly.

"No need. The negotiation you just had just had was perfect, and I was amazed and impressed, and I had no strength to change even a single word. Oppenheimer turned his back to the mob and walked resolutely towards Frederick, licking Frederick's ass with certainty.

"Who did you say usurped power?" said Frederick continued to tease him.

"You have a point. You're right. It's all my fault. I'm stupid than that. Oppenheimer snapped.

Filia opened her mouth and stared wide-eyed. "For the sake of survival, I don't care about anything, this branch executive. She thought to herself.

Count Frederick looked at Oppenheimer with a smile and saw the private banker of the world staring at him with sincerity and determination, his eyes shining with a sparkling light, as generous as a believer swearing under a statue.

"Say it again?"

"I'm stupid. Oppenheimer repeated.

"Let's go. Frederick grinded his front teeth lightly, muttered for a while, and decided to let him go. Now that the gains have been reached to the extreme, Oppenheimer's submission will raise the eyebrows of the peasants and the credit and prestige of Frederick will be raised again. And Frederick could not really take Oppenheimer's life here.

Sir Farragut stood between the dragoons and the hungry men, turning his head to stare worriedly, looking at Oppenheimer's back through his visor. He was helpless against this slick man.

Oppenheimer rushed out to ensure the dominance of the Habsbank. And when he found out that Count Frederick's position was already very dangerous, he did not hesitate to coax it, because in his eyes these humiliations were interest paid for a moment of recklessness, all for the preservation of the most precious principal, his personal liberty.

Humiliating Oppenheimer was an inevitable way for Count Frederick to gain prestige. And he couldn't kill him, so Oppenheimer's revenge was a future risk that the count had to take.

Oppenheimer did not salute the earl when he heard "You go", but turned and walked into the Concession Mansion and never appeared again.

Count Frederick's series of performances is simply delightful. The hungry people were promised, their hopes were kindled, they had seen enough of the bustle, they were full of grievances, and they rejoiced to hear Count Frederick shouting:

"Tell your friends and relatives what you have heard, tell them what you see, tell them what you desire and believe, for the Lord of Bafaria does what he says, because you believe in me, and I will lead you to rebirth!"

The word "belief" touched the wound in the hearts of the peasants. They once responded to the call of the Grand Duke of Bafaria to rise up for the Habs royal family, and persisted in the war of succession for seven years. but fell into bankruptcy and starvation.

Even the glorious royal family cannot be trusted, and what else in the world can they believe in peace of mind except fists?

At first, there were only a few sporadic "Can you prove it?" Soon, this sporadic hesitation turned into one after another, and merged into a wave of words, overwhelming mountains and seas, resounding through the extravagant mansion street!

"Can you prove it?"

This is the cry of the wounded peasants, because they still have the desire to "be loved" in their hearts, and they are looking forward to a loyal figure who can trust unconditionally to lead them to a magnificent revival!

They have been let down countless times, but they still crave trust, and Count Frederick is the highest goal they expect!

"Can you prove it!" this fervent call is like the murmur of a lover who has given everything—you prove yourself and you can have all that I have.

Prove yourself!

Count Frederick reined in his horse and shouted:

"For from now on, this heirloom soldier of the world will fight to protect your wealth, for from this day onwards, the sword of the lord of Bafaria will be wielded for the plough of Bafaria! until the day when our seed is sown all over the world!" Frederick suddenly pulled out the ideal messenger on his back, pinched the handle and accelerated, and with a roar of gears, he slammed the two-meter-long sword into the ground, so that the side on which the spine was engraved was facing the hungry people in the street.

The legendary sword sank half a meter into the ground, and the sword body shook angrily. When the cicadas on the spine of the sword finally calmed down, the hungry people who approached read the new inscription engraved on the sword:

"Serve the people. ”

The hungry man who led the troublemaker was so frightened that he took two steps back, and was held steady by his companions, and then he looked up at the lord on horseback with trembling heads, and suddenly felt that Count Frederick was shining with golden light, and he could not open his eyes. Then he ran two steps forward in good spirits, fell to his knees, and cried out hoarsely:

"I'm convinced!"