Tonight, Ma Muen was very excited, and he had an appointment with a beautiful woman, could he not be excited? Last night, he had already hastily told his lover about the idea, and she readily agreed, and to-day, he was preparing to enjoy the pleasure of scoring a brace. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Thinking of this, he could not but trot up with joy.

"Hey, Mr. Mamuen, over here. ”

Hearing the familiar voice, the noble prince stopped and looked to the side, it was the big businessman Mu, but the businessman's face was very bad now.

"What's the matter, Mr. Mu. Ma Moon greeted the merchant happily, "Is there something wrong with the business?"

"No," Mu shook his head, "I'm here to tell you something. ”

With that, Mu pulled the noble prince into a small alley, and the female knight was already hiding in the middle of the alley and keeping a sentry for them.

"What's going on?" Ma Muen couldn't help but be a little worried when he looked at Mu with a mysterious look.

"That's right," Mu looked around and lowered his voice, "Our plan has gone awry." ”

"What?" the noble prince chuckled in his heart.

"Your father had a broken conversation with Agna yesterday," Mu explained, "and you rejected the noble ladies of other families, so now your father is in a hurry to personally bring someone to find that Miss Emma, saying that he wants to 'talk' with her." ”

Ma Muen's heart was half cold. His father was originally against this marriage, what can be the result of this "talk"?

Thinking of this, he couldn't wait any longer, and rushed out with an arrow step.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Mu Yan quickly grabbed him.

"Do you need to talk about it? Of course it's to save her, my father has always looked down on her, maybe he will kill her!"

"Then she will be able to live if you go?"

Hearing this, Ma Muen's movements stopped instantly, and the strength in Mu Shuang's hand gradually decreased, knowing that his words had an effect, and continued, "If you look at it like this, maybe that Miss Emma will have a chance to survive, but if you rush out like this and confront your father, then your lover will die!

Ma Muen felt a little weakness in his body, and he barely stood against the wall, "Then what should I do, just wait?"

"I found a small alley over there," replied Agna this time, "the alley is narrow, but Miss Emma's house can be seen. ”

"Let's go over there. Mu proposed, "If something really happens at that time, you should rush out to help." ”

Hearing this, Ma Moon nodded with relief.

On the other side of the street, the atmosphere is quite solemn. Mounted on their horses, the fully armored Vigian cavalry all clenched their crescent axes and rode on their horses, staring at a small gate in the street, as if ready to charge. That's right, what a comical scene of an elite line of Virgian cavalry, ready to charge at a small house in a slum.

However, no one here wanted to laugh, Mu didn't want to, Ma Muen didn't want to, Roland didn't want to, and neither did the civilians who were hiding in the house and peeping outside, after all, if they laughed, they would probably have to eat an axe.

Roland stepped off his horse, the nail leaf on his body trembling. He walked to the small door in front of him, raised his hand, knocked on it, and soon the door opened, and a young woman walked out.

At the moment when this woman appeared, Mu felt another strain in his hands, so he quickly increased his strength and pulled it back, "Have you forgotten what I told you just now?"

Gui Gongzi gasped and struggled twice, but he slowly calmed down. He shook his head dejectedly and sat down against the wall of the alley.

Seeing that he had calmed down, Mu slowly let go of the hand that was holding him, and slowly poked his head out of the box that was used as a cover.

The woman standing in front of the door looks very ordinary, and her facial features can't be said to be beautiful, but she is still very upright. A white turban was wrapped around his head, and fine beads of sweat still hung on his forehead, and it seemed that he was still working hard before opening the door. A few strands of pale brown hair leaking from under the turban clearly told people that she had the noble blood of the Ryrdians in her veins, and Mu estimated that this was the descendant of the few Ryrdians who moved from the Swadia Plains to the Virgian snowfields during the Kallad Empire.

The woman opened the door, looked at the Virgian cavalry in helmet, and was stunned for a moment, then immediately recognized Roland de Boyer standing in front of him, and simply saluted.

Boye, who had always had a black face, was a little pale, but he still had an old face. At this time, old Boyer was wearing a chain mail helmet, which made his Mediterranean funny level very good, so this old face looked very majestic at the moment.

"You know what I'm here for, Miss Emma. ”

The woman nodded, "Have you decided to meddle with me and Marmon yourself?"

"What about you and Marmoun?" Roland de Boyer scoffed, "what qualifies a pariah, alongside my son?"

The woman's fists clenched, and then loosened again, "My identity is indeed incomparable with your son, but love is equal, regardless of high and low. ”

"Oh?" continued to laugh at Roland, "you love my son?"

"Yes, I love her. "Women are categorical.

"Well," continued Roland, "what if I told you that he was already saddled with a debt equivalent to half of the Kulau?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, but before he could continue to speak, Roland continued, "He is already in debt to be with you, and now he is a poor bastard. That's it, you still love him?"

As soon as the woman opened her mouth, Roland interrupted, "You don't have to speak, Miss Emma, prove it with your actions. As he spoke, he dropped a small bag. The bag landed on the floor tiles, and the loose tether suddenly loosened, revealing the colorful gems inside.

Not only Emma, but also the surrounding Virgian cavalry, and even the well-informed Mu also widened their eyes.

Precious stones were also one of the currencies recognized by the merchants of Calradia. Although the dinar was widely used, the value of the dinar gradually failed to keep up with the prosperity of trade, the wealthier merchants, and the increasing number of large transactions. After all, it is impossible for a merchant to carry a few carts of gold coins when running a business. As a result, some wealthy merchants began to seek more valuable currency, and precious stones came into the merchants' field of vision.

It's just that Mu doesn't like to use gemstones, because this kind of transaction is very risky. The merchant must have a high degree of identification skills, because high-quality gemstones and low-quality gemstones are likely to be exactly the same if you only look at their appearance, and the difference in price between these two gemstones cannot be made up by tens or even hundreds of dinars. Mu is not very confident in his appraisal level, so he has always carried a lot of dinars. Sometimes, it is also paid with the lord's IOU.

Boye looked at the woman's suspicious gaze and sneered, "Are you doubting my credibility?" woman, even if this bag is full of defective gems, it will be enough for you to eat for a lifetime. ”

The woman looked away from the gems, looked at Boye, and said, "Is my love with Mamuen worth this bag of gems in your opinion?"

"You're thinking too much, woman. Boyer pouted, "Your love is worthless in my eyes, it's just a thank you for saving my son's life." ”

He looked at the frowning expression on the woman's face, and continued with a cold face, "Now, you take the gem and go, and never appear in front of Ma Muen again. ”

The woman's face turned from red to purple and then from purple to red, but she still shook her head, "Maybe in your opinion, it is indeed worthless, but in my eyes, Ma Muen is irreplaceable." ”

"But is that your love for you to leave him with nothing, Miss Emma?" Boyer narrowed his eyes, "I'm not going to talk nonsense, if you really love him, show me your determination." ”

As he spoke, Old Boyer waved his hand, and the attendant behind him immediately brought a wooden cup, then lifted the jug and poured a cyan liquid into the glass.

Emma looked at the liquid in the cup, her face pale. The turquoise liquid, bubbling outward, doesn't look like a good thing. Although a faint floral fragrance could be smelled from afar, it seemed to Emma that was like the Amanita mushroom growing in the forest, beautiful but deadly. The young woman couldn't believe that there were no strange "spices" added to this strange liquid.

Seeing this situation, Ma Muen wanted to rush out again, but was dragged back by Agna, and by the way, Mu covered his mouth.

Seeing this situation, Ma Muen wanted to rush out again, but was dragged back by Agna, and by the way, Mu covered his mouth.

Mu sighed, "Ling Zun's topic is very tricky, how do you want your lover to choose?"

Ma Muen calmed down and looked at the woman in the distance with a complicated expression. He didn't want Emma to die, but he didn't want her to turn his back on his love, and finally, he sat down, held his head, just whimpered, and stopped talking.

"You... The woman hesitated.

"Drink it, Miss Emma. A contemptuous smile appeared on Boyer's face, "Prove your love to me." The attendant behind him also bowed to him very thoughtfully, making it easier for the lady opposite to get the wine glass.

Emma's face turned whiter. But she still slowly reached out and slowly grasped the cup. But all could see that the woman's hands were shaking, shaking violently, showing the fierce struggle in her heart. The liquid in the cup was also shaking violently, and even spilled quite a bit.

The smile on Boyer's face was even stronger, "Don't get excited, Lady Emma, we still have a full pot to drink." ”

The woman's hand silently let go, and the cup fell to the tray again, firmly held by the attendant. Boye looked at the woman's face, which was as white as the white stone bricks of Salander's palace.

He waved his hand, and the attendant filled the cup playfully. The woman looked up at Boyer with anger and despair in her eyes.

"Hehe," Boyer couldn't help laughing, "Don't you dare?" Boyer paused, and yelled, "Drink it, or grab your gem and get out of here!"

The woman's figure shuddered, her eyes involuntarily looking at the bag of gems on the ground, and then moving her gaze back to the wooden cup. Her hand clenched again, but it bounced away like an electric shock. Then, gritting her teeth, she reached out again and took the cup as if with all her might. But it was clear that she tried to lift up, but her hands didn't move. Finally, her other hand also clenched the cup, and then she barely raised it to her mouth. However, because of the trembling of her hands, the turquoise liquid was sprinkled all over her body and face, but not a drop entered her mouth.

Bang, the cup eventually fell to the ground, and the liquid in the cup spilled all over the floor. The woman fell to her knees as if she had been drained of all her strength, holding her face with both hands and whimpering.

Old Boyer didn't seem to see this, and picked up the cup very indifferently, and handed it to the attendant. The squire knowingly filled the cup again.

"Woman," he himself said, holding up his glass, "I'll give you another chance, to drink or not to drink?"

When the woman heard this, her sobs suddenly turned into howls, and she didn't even have the courage to stand up, so how could she hold the deadly cup?

Boyer ignored the woman's cries, but stood in front of the woman with a wine glass like a stake.

The woman finally stopped crying, she looked at the glass in Poille's hand, then at the gem that had fallen on the side, sobbed softly, bent down, and picked up the jewel bag.

"Woman, this is your choice. ”

The woman closed her eyes and nodded painfully.

"Good, remember your choice. With that, Boyer put the cup back on the tray, and the attendant bowed and took a step back.

The woman knew that she would never have a chance to regret it again, so she had to nod again, "My lord, please allow me to clean up." ”

Boyer didn't make any moves, which was a tacit acquiescence. Seeing this, the woman slowly stood up, pushed open the door, and walked in, the door closed, and the room fell into darkness.

As early as when the woman fell to her knees, Mamuen went crazy. He desperately wanted to rush out, but was held by Mu and Agna, and just now, he finally broke free and drew his sword. His eyes were blood-red, and he was filled with the air of mania. When he saw Old Boyer, he rushed forward without saying a word, and slashed at Old Boyer with a sword.

The cavalry shouted in surprise and hurriedly stepped forward to stop it. Old Boye was very calm, waved back the cavalry that was ready to attack at any time, and then casually blocked the sword with his arm armor, but Ma Muen did not give up, and continued to swing his sword and slash.

Why, why!" Ma Muen wept and shouted incoherently, "Do you want to separate us like this, why, she is not wrong in anything, why do you want to do this to her! You want to kill her, you want to kill her, you want to kill her, right! Kill the only woman your son likes! I once begged you to give him a chance, but you didn't even think about it, did you! What aristocratic reputation, what huge wealth, I can give up anything, I can even sever the relationship between father and son, so that you can live with the so-called noble dignity for the rest of your life! Aren't you satisfied? Why, why!"

Old Boyemo was silent, but looked at his son with hatred, silently blocking the sword in his son's hand, which looked like a madman.

At this time, Mu slowly walked through the ranks of the cavalry, and walked to the dumbfounded squire in front of everyone. He picked up the cup, sniffed it, and drank it dry.

The moment they saw this scene, everyone was stunned, even Ma Muen watched all this in amazement, and the saber drooped and stopped on the chest of old Boye.

Mu smacked his lips, it seemed to be very evocative, but when he saw the frightened eyes of the people around him, he still explained with a smile, "This is not a potion, it's just an ale from the Grinder Distillery." Because of the unique brewing method, the wine has a turquoise color. However, the factory has only been open for less than a year, and few people even know about Paravon. ”

At this time, old Boyer finally spoke, and he shrugged his shoulders and said, "You see, I gave her a chance. ”

With a bang, Ma Muen's saber fell to the ground, and a man nearly two meters old lay on the ground and cried. Then, in the small dark house, there seemed to be a low sob.

Mu looked at this scene, sighed softly, then shook his head, followed the cavalry team, and turned back to the castle.