The dark brown cigar sticks were two fingers thick, and Leon was in no hurry to light them, and took out the firebox and the cigar tong, the former which he had bought for fifty gold coins in a boutique dedicated to the nobility in the city of Tomund, much like the lighter in Léon's original world.

Although it was expensive, it was ignited by a silver-shelled magic crystal array, which was ten times better than ordinary flint.

Rubbing the firebox, Leon took a cigar tong of his own design and carefully crafted by the craftsmen of Saarland, cut out the mouthpiece of the mouthpiece, and lightly dipped the mouthpiece in the wine.

He held the cigar stick in one hand and placed it on top of the firebox to turn and roast, and it was almost time before he lit the cigarette butt.

Syllable!

Leon closed the firebox, pinched the cigar in one hand and took a puff in his mouth, picked up the wine glass in the other, and buried himself comfortably in the soft sofa.

After taking a few puffs of cigarette and taking a sip of wine, his whole body relaxed, the smoke curled, and the figures of red men and green women in the golden hall became blurred.

Leon didn't notice that his every move was being watched.

"Well, young man, can we sit here?"

As Leon closed his eyes and enjoyed himself, a voice suddenly came from his side.

Leon opened his eyes and stood up, only to see two gray-haired old nobles standing next to him.

The one who opened the question was the old fox-born man, a short, thin figure, a wrinkled face with a smile, a pair of flexible eyes that shrewdly shone through, staring at the cigar in his hand without blinking.

In stark contrast to him, the Leonborn companion next to him was burly and strong, not angry, and especially his blond and white hair was impressive.

"Of course, you two may be seated," Leon said with a smile, placing his unfinished cigar on the firebox.

The people who were able to attend the dinner party of the Marquis of Nicholas were all the dignitaries of Tomund City, although he did not know these two old nobles, but he believed that the identity of the other party was not ordinary.

Many friends and many roads, although Leon disdains to slap others, but it is another thing for others to take the initiative to come to the door, and it will only be his own loss to refuse people thousands of miles away.

The old fox nobleman was not at all out of sight, and as soon as he sat down, he introduced himself: "My name is Morrison, and I am a little earl! This old lion is Eisenhouse, well-hmm, the knighthood is a little higher than mine." ”

Leon couldn't help but wonder that there was an earl and a marquis sitting in front of him, and if the count was small, then he was really insignificant.

Don't look at the nobility in Tomund City, but most of them are small nobles such as lords and barons, and there are definitely not many big nobles above the viscount.

"Hello two, I'm Baron Leon of Sal in the Gray region. Leon smiled and bowed, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Salling!" the old fox's eyes lit up, and he pointed to Leon's cigar resting on the firebox and asked, "This cigar is from your territory, right?"

The word cigar was not a term in this world, but an "invention" of Leon, so he immediately understood: "Yes, Count Morrison, do you like it too?"

"Of course, I'm so addicted that I feel panicked if I don't smoke it for a day!" the old fox smacked his lips vigorously: "But the number of it is too small, I finally managed to get a box, and it only took a few days to smoke it!"

The Marquis of Eisenhouse, who was sitting on the side, snorted coldly, and seemed very dissatisfied.

The old fox smiled and said, "What are you anxious about, aren't you just asking for a few cigars?

"Look, didn't I find the lord of the Sal Territory?

It's for the cigars!

Cigar smoke is a source of revenue for Lyon's Saarland, but the territory is just emerging, and it takes a long time from tobacco cultivation to fermentation and roasting, so it is impossible to start mass production immediately.

In order to win over the mercenary union, Leon handed over the exclusive agency of cigars in the southwest province to Bartlemi, who had just trial-produced a few boxes some time ago, and Bartlemi took them all away to see the customer's reaction first.

There is no doubt that Bartlemi's pre-trial sale was a great success, and the great nobles of Tomund liked it.

"I didn't bring much with me to Tormond City this time..."Leon smiled: "If you two like it, I'll wait for the new cigars to be made when I go back, and send someone to send you a box!"

As he spoke, he took out his cigar box from his arms: "All of them are here!"

"Thank you so much!" said the old fox, grinning as he grabbed the cigar box, looking like he was afraid that Leon would regret it.

The Marquis of Eisenhouse couldn't help coughing a few times, and moved away from the old fox, as if he was ashamed of his companion's behavior.

"By the way, young man," the old fox asked, with a very thick face, and asked nonchalantly, "why did I see that you were dipped in wine and roasted in the fire before you smoked your cigar?"

"These are some of the necessary steps for cigar smoking," explains Leon with a smile, "to make the cigar taste more mellow, I'll show you." ”

He took a cigar from the box, polished the firebox, and did it again as he had done it, lit the cigarette butt, and handed it to the Marquis of Eisenhouse in both hands.

The old fox looked at it with a look of embarrassment.

"Well, you're a good kid!"

The old lion showed a rare smile on his face, reached out and took a puff of the cigar, and was immediately moved: "It's really different, the taste is much better!"

His praise made the old fox really itching, and he didn't wait for Leon to do it directly, anyway, these steps were very simple.

With a box of cigars, Leon actually got acquainted with an earl and a marquis!

While he was smoking, drinking, and laughing with two old aristocrats, in an old house two blocks away, a middle-aged man with a pale face sat behind a desk, extinguishing the cigar butt he had just smoked.

The room was filled with smoke and the smell of smoke was choking.

Boom!

A bulging fist of green tendons slammed into Zhuo Version, causing countless tiny soot to fly, and the corners of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched slightly.

"Why haven't you taken action yet? You have to give me an explanation, I spent 50,000 gold coins, but I don't want to sit here and wait for news!"

Knight Desel Collingworth Wolff, the first heir to the Collingworth Lord, is like a wolf in a trap, his eyes are bloodshot and hideous.

Four days ago, he arrived in Tormond City ahead of Leon, and immediately set about arranging a murder against Leon, sparing a team of dark mercenaries at great expense, intending that Leon would never return to Thrall.

Everything went well at first, but Desel, who was bent on waiting for Leon's death, waited for the news of the failed assassination, and the dark mercenaries not only failed to kill Leon, but lost three people.

When the assassin is dead, Desel doesn't care, but the other two mercenaries disappeared after the mission failed, and his advance of 50,000 gold coins was equivalent to a waste!

This made Desel completely unacceptable, if he could kill Leon, it didn't matter if he spent all the money, but now Leon is still alive.

So he could only find a broker who acted as an intermediary and asked the other party to give an explanation.

After the assassination failed, the broker disappeared immediately, and Desel struggled to find his new location.

He clearly remembered that when the other party was collecting money, he patted his chest and assured that Leon would not see the sun tomorrow.

The wolf rider feels like he's been tricked, so he's angry!

"That's all I can do, release the news to find someone for you again..."The middle-aged man spread his hands and said, "I didn't expect them to choose to do it at the Twilight Hotel, so how can the Marquis of Nicholas be easy to mess with?"

"They're in big trouble, and even I'm having to give up my old business to avoid the limelight, and I'm losing even more, Mr. Deco!"

Deco is Desel's pseudonym, and he's not stupid enough to use his true identity to hire a killer.

"Then I can't take care of it, I just know that you took my money!" Desel roared: "If you can't do it, then return the money!"

"Return the money? That's impossible!" the middle-aged man flatly refused, his eyes were full of coldness: "I have already paid the money to the other party in full." ”

Boom!

A dagger was fiercely inserted in front of the middle-aged man, and the sharp dagger blade flashed with a chilling light.

"Impossible?" Desel stared at the other party: "Then take your own money!"

Fifty thousand gold coins is almost half a year's income for Collingworth, and he lost such a large amount of money after he didn't get things done, how could he explain it to his father after he went back.

Desel couldn't swallow this breath.

"Then I can't help it..."The corner of the middle-aged man's mouth pulled out a sneering smile: "Mr. Deco, do you know why you were able to find me?"

A black figure appeared silently behind Desel, and the wolf knight instinctively sensed that something was wrong, and immediately wanted to attack.

But a tiny wire wrapped around his neck in an instant, tightening and strangling his throat with all his might!

Desel's eyes bulged suddenly, and his throat gurgled as he tried to get rid of it.

But the wire tightened more and more, and at the same time, a cold palm pressed against the center of his eyebrows, and a strong force poured into it and sealed the soul core!

Having lost his soul power, Dessel was not much stronger than ordinary people, the wire ripped through his skin, and the red blood kept flowing out.

Looking at the wolf knight who was struggling in despair, the middle-aged man said lightly: "Actually, I also want your life, if you die, I can be completely safe." ”

He smiled and lit a new cigar.

In the smoke, Desel gradually stopped struggling.

(To be continued)