Section 2: Major Events (Part I

"Isn't it okay for me to take advantage of nothing?" so he tried to excuse himself, but in his heart he was analyzing the other party's intentions.

The gesture of the old man and the steward meant that the Hazy Palace had decided to let Townsend go for the time being. But why is this? The young master's kind of loser with a twisted heart will never change his mind for no reason, and he doesn't want to get angry? Townsend has cheated on him?!

"Actually, it's not a big benefit. The old deacon smiled and said, "Mr. Townsend wants to make a difference on the West Coast, and it will be easier to have the status of a club." Speaking of clubs, it's actually just a matchmaking stage. ”

"Of course, if Mr Townsend wants to develop faster, he will naturally have to be consistent with the club in some way. The club steward who walked on the other side of Townsend took over the conversation and sang and harmonized with the old deacon: "The development of Thorn Rose definitely needs a lot of resources, not that we are loud, on the West Coast, the club is the only force that can meet Mr. Townsend's needs." ”

As soon as the words were thrown, both lobbyists stopped, and they looked at Townsend strangely with unfathomable smiles.

"Hahahaha. Townsend kept walking, but his head was raised and he laughed at the burning clouds in the sky.

Sure enough, something happened outside!

No matter what changes happen outside, the scale of something that can bring the Haze Palace and the club into it, and also requires the cooperation of the Thorn Rose, is definitely not small!

For Townsend, as long as it's not him, the bigger the better. The bigger the thing and the more chaotic the situation, the more additional benefits he can reap, and the more he can grow at a speed beyond the norm. + Passion

Why are there so many warmongers in history? Why are there so many bastards who are afraid that the world will not be happy? Because chaos and war are the period when the turnover rate of resources is the highest. Therefore, the warmongers desperately encouraged others to rush, and all kinds of fighters followed behind to pick up the bargain.

The people who rush to the front often die ugly, Townsend doesn't want to be cannon fodder, and Thorn Rose is definitely not a leader.

"It's getting dark, if you have something to say, just say it!" Townsend laughed enough before he turned around suddenly: "Are you two in big trouble?"

Towngson's "sense of smell" was so keen, the two lobbyists couldn't help but glance at each other, and the unfathomable expression on their faces gradually faded.

"It's not that we're in trouble. The old deacon was definitely an old fritter, and he regained his composure with a dry cough, and introduced the topic in a calm tone: "To be exact, we go to trouble others, but we still regard it as business." ”

"The Mist Palace, and the Pan West Coast Club, you two are together to make trouble for others?" Townsend smiled unabated, and there was already a little banter on his face: "This is the West Coast, who has such a big face, is it worth the two forces to join forces?"

"Actually, it's not just the two of us who are looking for trouble. The arrogance of Ling Ren emerged from the face of the club steward: "Mr. Townsend has to add the Dawn Council, plus the many scattered forces on the West Coast, maybe he has to add himself." ”

Seeing the two lobbyists' steady attitude, Townsend suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart - as he said, looking at the entire West Coast, which force can withstand these three joining forces? Or is that unlucky guy worthy of the three forces joining forces to deal with?

There is only one answer, Silver Sè Coast! Mask man Pfister, you are about to be tragic!

That's right, on the West Coast, only the Silver Sè Coast is worth the three of them together.

Although the Silver Coast is a traditional powerhouse, it has decayed; although the Silver Wave City has His Royal Highness the Prince in charge, but there are a large number of stupid and greedy moths inside...... On the map, at least, the masked man has very little chance of winning.

When dealing with the Silver Coast, the three great powers need the cooperation of Thorn Rose - although the Quelsa Plains is neither rich nor powerful, Townsend still has a territory in his hands. There are also two access roads to the interior of this territory. Of the two passages, the town of Wakale is okay, but the route to Harvey is difficult for others to interfere with.

Not to mention that to the north of Quelsa, there are thousands of miles of wild forests, which are full of good places for Tibetans. If there is a war ahead, it will not be a problem for Townsend to let 1,800 people run away.

Prince Pfister is a ruthless man, and if he is allowed to run away, many people will not want to sleep peacefully from now on. The three major forces joined forces to kill them all. How else would they send someone to woo Townsend?

In the eyes of the heads of the three major forces, Townsend is despicable and unruly, and he is by no means a good partner. But in order to overcome the Silver Sè Coast, they can tolerate Townsend's bad habits for the time being. As for how Townsend would choose, they didn't think about it at all—would he be on the opposite side of absolute power, a lowly and lowly oily-headed fellow?

Having guessed the answer and knowing the seriousness of the situation, Townsend couldn't help but be silent.

With the evening breeze, the first thing that came to his mind was a series of scenes with a strong sense of irony.

On the watchtower of the col, the guy in the metal mask first gave himself the righteous name of integrating the Quelsa Plains, and then said something inexplicable to himself: "Maybe one day, you will come to Yintao City with your army to join or crusade against me." ”

His Royal Highness the Masked Male Prince, his tone at that time was very flat and without any emotion.

But what is this situation now? Is it unfortunate to say it? Is it true that Pfister really has the protection of a sage who can guess today's events with a pinch of his fingers? This is the real world, and no matter how bizarre things are, the people involved are not magical.

Probably at that time, the three major forces had the idea of uniting to clean up Yintao City, right?

Looking back, Townsend wondered if Prince Pfister had seen this situation that day, and he was by no means ignorant of politics, but why did he say such a thing to himself? He gave himself the opportunity to choose one of the two, and gave himself a moral basis at both ends of the snake and the mouse...... Is he stupid to be a prince?

Townsend struggled to recall the masked man's words and deeds, reassembling those memories about Pfister. In the end, he found that this guy looked full of sunshine, but there was a yin depression in his behavior, or the kind of yin depression with determination......

Strange, could it be that this guy also has a split personality?

Even if Pfister's personality is split, if you really want to compare, his xing and performance are still much more pleasing to the eye than the perverted loser in the Hazy Palace. If it weren't for the Thorn Rose, Townsend would undoubtedly choose to help Pfister. But thorn roses are a factor that Townsend must consider.

When making decisions, Townsend never uses personal likes and dislikes as a criterion.

At the moment, the most profitable choice is to follow the crowd, but thinking that he will fight with the loser in the future, Townsend felt a chill in his heart. Townsend was also a little worried that if the Silver Sè Coast was destroyed by them, the future of the Thorn Rose would not be better. At least when it comes to buying and selling, the conditions for shopping around are gone.

"It's just a blink of an eye. Townsend couldn't help but mutter, "Things have changed a lot." ”

Things came too quickly, Townsend was a little caught off guard, he had guessed that Yintao City might have a battle, and many people had guessed that Yintao City was going to fight. But isn't there still a long time for everyone to estimate the rebellion?

"The world is unpredictable. The old deacon said behind him, "We mortals can only run after the light." ”

"I hope the light doesn't scorch me. Townsend was flat on his face, but he was a little angry in his heart.

Because the biggest trouble this incident brought to him was not only in his plan to choose sides, but also to annex the entire Quelsa Plain immediately after the city was built--Lao Tzu finally got a righteous name, and was about to take it out to subdue the entire Quelsa Plain, and you want to change the owner of Yintao City?! Are you full of food? Will you get pregnant after a year and a half!?

Townsend's expression was changing, but the lobbyists' demeanor was becoming relaxed.

In fact, most of the eagerness and anxiety of the two just now were disguised. Their purpose was to shock Townsend as much as possible, and then to use this power to oppress him! Didn't they hear it? They regarded it as business.

"It seems that Mr. Townsend already knows what we are up to. The old deacon whispered, "How does Mr. Townsend choose?"

"What do you choose? I am sure I won't talk about this kind of thing when the three of you join forces. So if you beat you, I have to dig a pit and bury something. Townsend replied very understandingly: "But please rest assured, this news will not leak from me." ”

"Mr. Townsend, you don't seem to have noticed that you need to choose a side now. The club manager smiled and said, "This is a once-in-a-century event, aren't you interested in participating?"

"Participate, you guys are playing big scenes, I can't afford to lose this little money. Townsend then said, "I choose soy sauce." It is to stand from a distance and watch the excitement. ”

"Mr. Townsend, let's get straight to the point. The old deacon used the honorific title with great seriousness: "You have probably noticed that there are only two choices before you - either follow us or stand against us. ”

"You've always called me sir, which means you're looking at me as a psychiatrist. Therefore, I did not restrict the words and deeds of the two of them. Townsend smiled: "If you insist that I choose a side, then I'm sorry, you changed your name first." ”

"Title?" the club manager was stunned: "Do we have a problem with your title?"

"Of course. The smile on Townsend's face fell, "You should call me King Quelsa!"

"King Quelsa?" the old deacon remembered that the title had been mentioned in the internal intelligence of the Mist Palace. I heard that it was awarded to him by the Silver Sè Coast not long ago, and Prince Pfister made a trip for it himself.

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