Imperial Capital South Station.

There were not many people on the spacious platform, and most of them, they were all Imperial officers and soldiers in iron-gray uniforms.

Salian also wore the uniform of an Imperial army general without military rank, a dark gray winter coat draped over his shoulders, and a thin cigarette roll in his mouth, standing on the platform slightly lazily.

The cold wind howled along the smooth and cold railroad tracks, blowing swaggering all the way across the platform.

On the platform, the iron-gray figure stood still like a cedar, and the cold wind swirled back and forth between the iron-gray figures.

There are no crowds, no flags, no gongs and drums, and no fireworks and flags, not to mention countless flower petals flying down from the sky.

Compared with the grand welcome ceremony at Tulun Port, Salian's arrangement on the platform is more like the scene of the handover of felons, extremely solemn, incomparably solemn.

On the entire platform, with a little color, there is only a military band of 100 people standing in the corner of the platform. They held instruments of various colors, and a few strips of colored silk were wrapped around the polished instruments, which were the only bright colors on the entire platform.

As Jo and Gorkin walked onto the platform with Hesse in their arms, Salian was spitting the cigarette butt in his mouth on the platform, and stepped on it carelessly, crushing the cigarette butt to pieces.

Seeing Joe and Gorkin walking up, Salian raised his hand and beckoned to the two brothers.

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Then, Salian noticed Hesse beside Joe and Gorkin, he raised his eyebrows, put his hands behind his back, took two steps slowly towards this side, and nodded from afar: "If I'm not mistaken, this is His Excellency Hessian von Witu?" ”

Hesse also exhaled the cigar butt from the corner of his mouth, strode forward two steps, and took off the heavy bearskin hat he wore on his head with his right hand. The cold wind blew, ruffling the hair on Hesse's head, and Hesse's face wrinkled, revealing a strange expression that was extremely uncomfortable with the cold of the imperial capital.

He bowed slightly to Salian: "Then you must be His Royal Highness Salian von Hyderaberg...... Sorry, Your Highness, I'm just curious, so follow Gorkin and Joe to see the excitement. Seems to ......"

Hesse blinked, glancing toward the lifeless, air-conditioned platform.

"Ah, I'm Salian...... We don't have to be so polite, you can call me by my name. Salian smiled and nodded to Hesse, "I've heard about your welcome ceremony in Tulun Harbor, but this is the imperial capital. ”

Salian smiled, his right foot lightly stamping on the platform, as if intent on reinforcing the persuasiveness of his words.

"I gave Joe the appointment, and he could naturally do whatever he wanted...... Come here to see the excitement, this kind of small thing, of course. Salian smiled, his hands behind his back, and then frowned slightly, looking Hesse up and down.

"But, it seems, I ......" Salian frowned, his usually wise and cold gaze became a little confused for a while, and his eyes lost focus: "Uh, Hesse, we haven't met before, have we?" Still, I always feel like you're a little familiar. ”

Hesse's eyes widened, and he laughed loudly: "Aha, can you make Your Highness feel familiar?" It is my pleasure...... Hahaha, Your Highness feels like an old friend to me? ”

Hesse smiled and pulled out a brass from his breast pocket, wrapped in lambskin, to make an extremely beautiful humidor. He pulled out a delicate cylinder made of sterling silver from the humidor, pulled out a cigar the size of a carrot, and handed it to Salian.

"I see you are smoking a 'Desert Iron Camel'...... This kind of tobacco, although strong enough, is obviously not mellow enough...... Do you try this? 'Black Gold Thread'...... Its price is comparable to that of the same volume of gold! Hesse triumphantly raised an eyebrow at Salian.

Salian looked at Hesse with a little surprise.

He was stunned, then suddenly laughed: "Hesse, Hesse...... Well, that's right, I feel the smell of an old friend in you...... It's so funny, my memory isn't bad, I'm sure, it's my first time meeting you, but this feeling, not bad. ”

"Desert Iron Camel...... This kind of cigarette is very unpopular, I didn't expect you to recognize it? Salian took the large cigar from Hesse, flicked his fingers, and a black flame rose from his fingertips, and he lit the cigar with ease.

Behind Salian, a Hydra guard with a grim look and a wolf-like calm and fierce gaze, dressed in the uniform of an Imperial lieutenant general, stepped forward and pointed at the cigar in Salian's hand.

Salian shook his head slightly, and the Hydra guard retreated to its place, motionless and silent.

With a flick of his fingers, a cold light slipped through the butt of the cigar, and a small cigarette butt fell on the platform. He took a deep breath in his cigar and exhaled a large smoke ring.

Hesse laughed.

"Of course, the Desert Iron Camel cigarette, as you said, is very unpopular and does not sell very well, but in the Empire, there is always a loyal following...... Therefore, the merchant ships of the Rittal family always get a batch of goods from the place of origin every year. Hesse shrugged his shoulders: "If I'm not mistaken, all the desert iron camels in the Deren Empire are the goods of the Rose Chamber of Commerce of the Vetu family. ”

Hesse blinked, he glanced at Salian, and hurriedly added: "Of course, the desert iron camels, all of them have paid taxes!" ”

Salian narrowed his eyes and took a deep look at Hesse: "Aha, it looks like you have some business...... Hehe! ”

Hesse also laughed.

Salian shook his head, reached out and patted Hesse's shoulder vigorously: "It's the first time we met, but we should really be old friends, Hesse...... Vigrar, in his letters, he mentions a lot of things about you. ”

"My pleasure, Your Highness!" Hesse bowed to Salian again.

Joe and Gorkin's eyes widened at the same time.

There are many deep hidden dialogues between Hesse and Sallian, which make people unable to think about it, and once they think about it, they feel creepy inexplicably.

Joe had always thought that the Rittal family's maritime trade was strongly protected by the Duke of Rose.

But what he had seen and heard in the port of Tulum before, Joe found out that it seemed that Hesse and Vigral, the inspector general of the Southern Special District, also had a good relationship, and the interests of the Vetto family in the port of Tulun must have been protected by Vigrar.

But now the conversation between Hesse and Salian ......

Vigrar is a man of Salian, which is something that people with a little status in the entire imperial capital know - Vigrar, Salian's cousin who grew up together, is the most loyal fighting dog by Salian's side.

And everyone in the port of Tulum knew that Vigrar lived a very simple life, even like an ascetic, a little harsh on himself. Food, clothing, housing, transportation, and in all aspects, Vigrar's expenses are very simple.

If there is some exchange of interests between the Rittor and Vigrar......

Listen to Salian's words – 'We should be old friends indeed'!

Tsk, the Ritetu's share of the proceeds that Vigrar gave to Vigrar may eventually end up in the hands of Salian?

Take a look at the plans of Freret, the precious son of the second emperor Conrad, in the port of Tulun, a member of the royal family, the Grand Duke of the Empire, racking his brains in the port of Tulun to seek money!

The royals are also short of money!

Salian ......

The smell of desert iron camel cigarettes, Joe had tried, and it was indeed an inferior tobacco that had no benefit other than being strong enough and stimulating enough.

Salian often held such cigarettes in his mouth.

In Salian's capacity, even if he is not like Hesse, he treats top-notch cigars as if he were eating and drinking every day...... At the very least, he could have replaced it with a more upscale, better-tasting, more mellow cigarette.

There was no need for him to carry this terrible-tasting desert iron camel in his mouth all day long, swallowing clouds and fog in front of everyone.

And what Hesse said just now is very clear, this kind of cigarette is very unpopular, but within the Delen Empire, there is a group of loyal fans!

How high is Joe's IQ now, among ordinary people, he belongs to the top handful of smart people.

He was vaguely aware of something.

Won't that group of loyal fans be the generals of the Imperial War Office? Officers? Soldiers, right?

Salian, this guy, he's doing it himself, advertising desert iron camel cigarettes?

I can't think about it anymore, I can think about it again, hehe......

The Desert Iron Camel is such an unpopular cigarette that its overseas supply channel is only in the hands of Hesse - and Salian has shown a unique love for the Desert Iron Camel...... Even if there are potential competitors who want to grab this market with Rittal, they can't find the source of goods!

Proper monopoly trading!

Joe didn't know the inside story of some of the family's business, but he thought about it seriously, it seems that when he was in the Lanyin corridor, he accidentally saw that the cigarette boxes in the pockets of the officers under Gorkin's chest were all desert iron camels!

The entire Imperial Army, is pumping desert iron camels?

Tut...... Tut......

Joe looked at Hesse with admiration.

This old fellow...... This old guy who usually looks honest and simple, harmless to humans and animals...... Even without Joe's contributions, Hesse's knighthood wouldn't be a big problem, right?

Joe looked at the sparkling golden star on Gorkin's shoulder.

He looked again at the badges on his chest.

He suddenly felt that Gorkin's meritorious promotion, as well as these badges and medals he had obtained, seemed to be ...... It's not too hard to understand, is it?

"The weather in the imperial capital is a little different from the port of Tulun, very different." Salian and Hesse stood side by side on the platform, one holding a large cigar in his mouth, "So when you go out, Hesse, you have to be careful yourself." ”

Hesse smiled, "I've been careful, Your Highness. I won't be able to stay in the imperial capital for a few days, and after the New Year's celebrations, I'll be back in Tulum Harbor...... However, the port of Tulum may also change the weather, and the weather there will also become uncomfortable. ”

Salian shrugged his shoulders, looked back at Joe standing aside, and laughed.

"Both of your sons will stay in Hydrderabad."

"Don't worry, they're all nice little guys, they're in Hyderabad, and they have a great future."