At night, the black-robed man walked with his clothes together, walking on the street illuminated by the street lamp, the black robe was blowing in the night wind, and the black wings were tumbling, like black waves undulating.

The black-robed man's steps were very light, and he barely made any sound, so when the faint sound of stones crushing suddenly sounded, the black-robed man immediately stopped and turned his head to look-

"Who?!"

"Oh, what a noble lady who forgets things. The young man in a top hat, tuxedo and breeches stepped out of the shadows of the alley, smiling lightly like a gentleman.

The black-robed man took a step back vigilantly, looking at Hogan and the young man beside him who came out of the alley, without saying a word.

Facing the vigilant movements of the black-robed man, the young man spread his hands, revealing his white teeth that were a little too shining under the pale white light of the street lamp, "Good evening, dear miss, today's night is beautiful, as beautiful as the faint fragrance of flowers on your body. ”

"What do you want to say?" the black-robed man finally spoke.

However, the young man's answer was somewhat incorrect: "Actually, as a florist, I am very knowledgeable about all kinds of flowers. ”

Fraser Ranger knew that his young master's words were true, and Sir Errette Rose Anfil, who went by the pseudonym Hogan, had little interest in gardening, but he only had a soft spot for flowers, and was even nicknamed "Sir Flower" by the aristocratic girl who did good things in Yanjing.

The thought of his young master being given such a vulgar title like a joke made Fraser feel a little unhappy, but Irette himself liked this title quite a lot, and called himself a "flower merchant" all day long.

Facing the black-robed man in front of him, Irette looked calm: "And Miss, although the fragrance on your body is very light, but you still can't hide one, a florist like me who often deals with flowers, if I guess correctly, Miss, the fragrance on your body is composed of sixteen kinds of flowers, two kinds of moon seasons, one hibiscus, mountain incense, northern incense flower, firethorn ......"

Sir Flower talked eloquently in the night, although he had seen it many times, but Flannrier still wanted to say-

Do you have a dog's nose!?

"But the last floral scent is very unfamiliar to me. Fifteen kinds of floral scents came out one by one, but Irette stopped at the last one, and he nodded his head with a "uh-huh-hmm

Not again......

Flannrier covered his forehead, he didn't know what his young master was smoking, he had already contacted that 'organization', so he didn't hurry back to the hotel to pack up and transfer, but he did this kind of extraneous thing, I really don't know what he thought.

"New flower seeds...... "The black-robed man's face was hidden in the shadow of the hood, and only a faint voice without ups and downs came out, "Mr. Florist, don't test me with such boring words, if you insist on continuing to entangle like this, then I think the sheriff will be very happy to talk to you about life." ”

As he spoke, the black-robed man took out a white pendant from his bosom - it was something that looked a little like a short stick, seeing it, Franriel's face changed, and he pulled the young man beside him: "Young Master!"

However, Irette did not know why, he did not pay attention to the servant's reminder, and took another step forward: "Dear young lady......" tried to say something-

So, the black-robed man did not hesitate to pull out the short stick in his hand.

"Beep-!!"

With the sudden sparks, a puff of white gas came out from the short pipe that fell to the ground, and then a sound lasted for about ten seconds, and the incomparably rapid whistle tore through the silence of the night.

"Oh no!" Unlike Irette, who had already read the intelligence documents before coming, Framerriel knew very well what would happen next, so he grabbed the young man beside him, "Young Master, I don't have time to talk nonsense!

But it seems that it is already too late.

"What's the sound?!" "The lights of the houses that have been running over the street twice have been lit up one after another, and human voices have been heard from inside.

"Ma Dan! Which huddle ball pulled the fire whistle!?I don't know if you have slept already?!" The wooden window was pushed open, and someone saw the Hogan master and servant running wildly in the night.

"Damn! There really are thieves! Your Excellency! The thieves are here! They ran in the direction of Workers' Street!"

Frahril pulled the panting Irette to stop, looking at the unkind sheriff who came from both sides of the street, Framriel sighed helplessly, took his young master's hand, and raised it high......

"So, you just talked to a girl with the scent of flowers about the fragrance of flowers, and the other party took it as a pervert and pulled the whistle?"

Sitting behind the interrogation table, the gray-uniformed sheriff had the interrogation record book in front of him, and he tapped the table with the barrel of his pen to summarize the previous interrogation.

"That's right, you're so clever, Sheriff, that's what it's all about!" Irette nodded desperately like a chicken.

Franrier looked at his young master groveling, desperately currying favor with the sheriff behind the table, and couldn't help but sigh, when will his young master learn some of the majesty that he should have as a member of the royal family......

"Don't be hippie and smiley, sit down for me!" The sheriff in charge of the interrogation slapped the table again, he looked through the identification papers of Hogan's master and servant (except for the name and resume, everything else is true), pondered for a while, and finally said: "It stands to reason that someone has pulled the whistle, and our sheriff's office will definitely not be able to let you go easily." However, the person who pulled the whistle, that is, the girl in your mouth, did not appear, and as a traveling merchant, you came to White Rose City for the first time, so it was inevitable that there were some unclear places, which caused misunderstandings. And there is no criminal record or suspicious place on the identity card, so this time I will go around you for the time being, do you want to have a meal? ”

Frightened by the sheriff's scolding, Irette couldn't help but be overjoyed when she heard the sheriff's words, and shook her head again and again: "How embarrassing is this, I still want the sheriff to spend your money...... Whew!"

"Ahem......" stomped his young master's foot, and Flannrier looked at the sheriff with a serious face: "Your Excellency, we have been imprisoned for three days, and we are already starving, please let us have a good meal - of course, we will pay for the food." ”。

"This is a money grab!" Irette looked at the empty private money in his wallet and wanted to cry without tears, and Franriel comforted him while picking his teeth: Young master, this pork chop rice tastes good. ”

"But they asked for 10 black silver coins! 10 black silver coins!"

"It's good enough to have a little bit of it, young master. Compared with the sheriff in Yanjing, this is simply a conscience price, probably the other party also earned an overtime pay. ”

Franrier looked at Irette with a look of "I have never seen the world", because he knew his son's habit of spending money indiscriminately, so the travel expenses along the way were entrusted to Francille by Prince Ross Anfil for safekeeping. And since this matter was provoked by Errette himself, then it must be paid for by Errett himself.

When I came out of the police station, the sun had risen quite high. Idle in the cell with nothing to do, except for sleeping, the master and servant are both very energetic, Fran Lille shook his shoulder, turned around and was about to go back to the hotel to clean up the salute, but was pulled by Irette: "Fran, look at that! Could that be the legendary Citibank head office!?"

“...... Master, what do you see again?" Framrier sighed, turned around, and looked in the direction that Irette was pointing—

Under the morning mist, the large white square building is shining with a different kind of light, and the front courtyard of the building is quite open and majestic by several huge stone pillars, which is majestic, of course, Fram Lille does not understand what [ancient Romanesque architecture] is, but just by seeing it from a distance, he can also feel the momentum of the building.

"A palace-like building designed by Sir Evan Ian himself...... Sure enough, it's better to see than to hear, it's so magnificent!" Eritt reveled in his own visual romance, he pulled up Frank Lille beside him, and despite the helplessness on the young man's face, he rushed to the bank with great interest.

"Fran, let's go in and see what the inside of the First Imperial Bank looks like, I'm really looking forward to it!".

But after walking into the bank, Irette was suddenly disappointed: "What, why are there so many smelly old aristocrats......"

That's right, the large bank hall is now crowded with people, some dressed in old imperial costumes, some dressed in new "Ian-style" fashion, standing or sitting, in short, the lobby of Citibank is almost stuffed into sardine cans.

A middle-aged man sitting on a chair at the door of the bank hall, dressed like Irett, but with a hammer family crest on his chest, looked Errette up and down, and when he saw Irette's short platinum-like hair, his face was pale, but then he saw that Irett's chest was empty, and his expression instantly became arrogant.

He looked at Errette and nodded, "You also came to talk to that bastard Grand Duke and bastard Sir for your own savings?"

Hearing the middle-aged man say this, Irette came to his senses in an instant, and he suddenly hammered his hand: "I see!

Ignoring the middle-aged nobleman beside him, Irette turned his head to look at the servant beside him: "Fran, remember what I told you before, how did Sir Evan Ian get so much money, and he also ran a factory and supported agriculture and commerce?"

Seeing Fran shake his head, Errette coughed lightly and put on a posture - he had performed this joke many times among his friends, and it could be said that he was familiar with it: "Only the money that flows is the real wealth, otherwise the silver coins piled up in the depths of the nobles' cellars, in addition to gradually corroding, will only make the people and His Royal Highness the Emperor scarce!"

After saying this sentence in a posture of worrying about the country and the people, it was almost for the sake of justice, Irette immediately lowered his head and looked at Fran Lil: "Fran, do you know who said this? That's right! It's the famous 'Sir Evan Ian'!"

"Maybe you don't feel anything just by listening to me like this, but I want to stress that when 'Sir Ian' said this eight years ago, he was only seven years old!

I didn't even notice that with his words, the Nanling nobles around him who were getting more and more unkind in their eyes, Irette was still talking.

"Then when Sir Evan Ian had finished saying this, he immediately founded the first bank in the empire, Citibank, in White Rose City! On the day the bank was inaugurated, Sir Ian made that bold declaration to all the nobles of Southridge -- 'Whoever deposits silver coins in Citibank, I promise that each of them will receive a hefty interest of 8% per annum on the principal amount of the deposit!' Can you imagine Fran, only a seven-year-old child!

"Really...... I think it's pretty ordinary......" Looking at the frenzy in his young master's eyes, Fraser sighed, he knew that Errette had fallen into the so-called "Evan Ian fanaticism" again.

When His Royal Highness Adolf I borrowed money from Duke Noan to raise military expenses, he only promised to repay the loan at an interest rate of three percent after the war!"

"And as soon as Sir Evan Ian opened his mouth, it was eight percent, and at that time, everyone in the empire thought that it was crazy to let such a little kid Hu Archduke Ian come!"

"And then?" Hearing Irette say this, Franriel became a little interested, "If the purpose is only to collect money, then once the bank goes bankrupt, then Duke Ian's father and son will be sued in the Imperial Court no matter how powerful they are in Southridge, right?"

"That's right!" said Irett with a serious face, "so just as he called 'liquid wealth', Sir Ian took the silver coins that the nobles of Southridge had deposited in the bank, set up factories, fostered industry and commerce, encouraged free trade and merchants, and made money and profit, and in just two years, tripled the tax revenue of Rose County!" According to my teacher's estimates, Sir Ian had made at least 30 per cent of the net profit in two years with this deposit, and five years later it had reached a terrifying 400 per cent!"

"......" Even Frankrier, who had no idea about politics, couldn't help but feel a little surprised, but at the same time, he was a little puzzled: "But what does this mean, young master, have to do with the nobles and gentlemen in the bank? Although it is a little unpleasant to get 8% of the profit without doing anything, but these are also what they deserve, is it possible that Sir Ian still has a reason to rely on it?"

Hearing Franriel's words, Errette suddenly showed a bright smile: "Farran, you listen to me, you will never think of Sir Evan Ian's doing! And I have always really regretted that when the first batch of savings deeds expired at the end of the second year, I could not be present to see the ridiculous expressions on the faces of those Southridge nobles who couldn't wait to come to Citibank to withdraw money, but found that they had been swiped by Sir Evan Ian!".

ps:The protagonist hasn't played recently.,Played two chapters of soy sauce.,But it should be clear that the core of these 3 chapters is still tightly around this belly-black guy who likes to play black hands behind his back.。

About the past 10 years, the things that must be explained are almost the same in the next chapter, and the protagonist should also appear for a while.

Ask for tickets and collect!