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De Laere was imprisoned in Imperial Capital No. 2 Prison, where political prisoners were generally held and most of them had one thing in common: they went against the trend and were arrogant and stupid.

When he met De Laere, he no longer had the shrewd appearance of a philistine before, and he was completely at odds with the word decency. Dressed in gray prison clothes, with some short straw on his messy hair like a chicken nest, his eyes sunken deep in his sockets, his face was white and blue, his lips were black and black, and he arched his waist as if he had been pulled out of his backbone, and squatted in the corner.

When he heard the footsteps, he raised his head, his eyes flashing with a look of anticipation, and he stretched his neck longingly to look out along the railing with the thickness of his little wrist. When he saw Clarence, he jumped up from the ground, and when Rosie came into sight, his grinning mouth could reach his ears. With great speed, he threw himself at the door of the cell. Even such a few simple steps and a few movements made him gasp slightly.

The food here is really not good, there is no big fish and meat, let alone any elaborate cooking, three meals a day are often a handful of wheat kernels in the water after cooking, even the soup with water and a salted radish, it is a meal. In the first few days, Ridlaire could not eat anything at all, and the wheat porridge and salted turnips, which had no taste to speak of, almost did not make him vomit out the bitter gall.

After being hungry for several days, he finally endured the tumbling stomach pouch and discomfort and began to eat.

But even if you eat, you are just as hungry, even more hungry than if you haven't eaten!

Of course, there is no lack of delicious food here, and an old man next door has been dragged here and imprisoned since he was forty-one years old, and has been locked up until he is almost sixty. He was very strong, he still had a few exercise equipment in his cell, and he ate some barely fine food. All of this needs to be settled with money, a roast goose leg is a gold coin, three eggs are a gold coin, and even a small bottle of salt costs a gold coin.

That's not all, every once in a while, the cell boss would bring a woman from outside, and the two of them rolled up the sheets without concealment.

According to the little old man, it costs ten gold coins to set off a cannon like this.

All this De Laere could only watch, his property was confiscated, his title was stripped away, and he had nothing but his family, who did not know where he was exiled.

But this kind of hard time has finally come to an end, and the great lord of the Rossi family has come to save him, and he laughs loudly with tears, wanting to vent all the grievances in his body through laughter.

Some of the prisoners also stood up and looked this way, some of them having been held here for a long time, but that did not mean that they were out of touch with society. The state newspapers and the people's newspapers, as well as some photos, will help them keep up with the times and the mainstream of society, so that they are not completely ignorant of what is going on outside.

At first glance, you may not recognize it, but after a few more glances, your heart jumps, and you recognize Rosie.

One of the few powerful men in the empire.

Rosie looked De Laere up and down and nodded, "Yes, I don't have missing arms or legs, and I can still laugh, which is not bad." ”

As if someone had suddenly choked him, his laughter stopped abruptly. His political immaturity does not mean that he is really an intellectually disabled person, on the contrary, he is extremely shrewd in small ways. From Rossi's tone and between the lines, he could feel a kind of indifference.

This kind of indifference is like walking on the street, seeing a beggar begging in the distance asking for a lot of money, nodding and approving.

"Someone said you had a secret to tell me, and now I'm here. Hano brought a chair from a distance, placed it behind Rossi and asked him to sit down, and then stood behind Rossi with the long sword at his waist, glaring at the prisoners around him.

Delaere glanced at Clarence with jealousy, and then quickly changed to a flattering smile and nodded, "Yes, I have a secret, it's just a ......", he looked embarrassed, his eyes swept over the people around him.

The faces of those onlookers changed suddenly, and they hurriedly walked to the corner of the cell, where there was a quilt covering the quilt, and those who did not have a quilt lay directly on the ground, and even one person gritted his teeth and rushed to the wall, knocking himself unconscious.

If you want to say that there is anything in the world that kills people without swords and swords, and without sound, I am afraid that there is only the word "secret".

Since ancient times, how many heroes and heroes have fallen on the road of "knowing too much"?!

"Say!", Hano glared at Delael.

De Laar gritted his teeth, glanced at Clarence again, and looked at this echo worm who used to only slap his ass, and Dral's lungs were about to explode. Why are you now transformed into an earl, and I have to suffer here? I am so depressed now, you should act as if you didn't see it, what a dog's eye looks at, and when I go out, you must look good!

He looked at Rosie, knelt on the ground, and said, "I heard that you are interested in lucky coins?", Rosie noncommittally squeezed out a syllable of the word "um" from his nose, De Laer swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and continued: "When I was in the Federation, I heard that someone was going to sell a coin, but I don't know if it has been sold now. But I think he should still be holding it in his hand because the price he offered is too high. ”

Rosie raised her eyebrows, "How tall is it?"

"Three billion federal guilders!"

Two gold coins can now be exchanged for almost 10,000 federal guilders, and 100 million federal guilders is 20,000 gold coins, 3 billion, and 600,000 gold coins. This price is indeed outrageously high, and if you don't consider the fact that you can collect seven coins, this price is obviously abnormal. There have been auctions of lucky coins in the Federation before, and it is said that the transaction price is rising, and the last time it was auctioned for tens of billions.

It's hard to say whether this price is real or fake, but in Rossi's mind, there is clearly something wrong with this price. The intensive participation in the auction is actually to pave the way for the future, and the large-scale high-price transaction inflats the market price of the lucky coin, which is convenient for some people to set up fraud.

Even if it is three billion, it is a very empty number, and in Rossi's opinion, such a lucky coin that actually has no use for eggs can be sold for one billion rupiah, which is already a very high price.

200,000 gold coins, within the acceptable range.

Rosie patted Clarence on the shoulder, said "I'll leave it to you", and then turned away with Hano.

Looking at Delaire in the cell, Clarence was really emotional. Once upon a time, he needed to rely on De Laere's connections in the aristocratic class and his brilliant mind to work for the greater good of his family. Many times, he had to endure the shame of being regarded as a dog leg of Delare, and he was also a nobleman, even a nobleman with the same title as Delare.

But he couldn't help it.

His brain is indeed inferior to that of De Laere, and his methods are far inferior to this seemingly shrewd and cunning De Lael.

But who would have thought that thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi.

When De Laere sneaked away with all his possessions and left him alone, he understood a truth. Someone like Delaire can never be relied upon, even if you give a lot for him, he will still not hesitate to kick you over when needed.

One fence, two lives.

"You probably didn't think we'd meet on an occasion like this. Clarence pursed his lips and laughed, and when he risked his life and won the final victory, it brought him not only status, but also confidence. With the title of earl, there is the big tree of Rossi, he has taken deep roots in the imperial capital, and the rumors of chaos have risen. No one would underestimate him, he was Rossi's vassal, and he was the only one.

Wandering through aristocratic circles, he frantically absorbed all kinds of experiences like a sponge, which made him say goodbye to the previous Clarence, he was no longer the somewhat cowardly Baron Clarence who relied on Dellais for everything.

Clarence smiled and said, "I want to thank you, if you had called me to come with you, maybe I wouldn't be where I am today." Really, I want to thank you, sincerely. ”

When De Lael saw Rossi leave, his heart suddenly became irritable, and Clarence's words were like noise, making him uncomfortable. He glared at the "little baron" who used to spin around behind his ass every day, and shouted, "Hurry up and get someone to let me out, hell, I need to take a good shower." ”

Clarence sat down on the chair that Rosie had made, slowly took out a silver nail pick, and picked up the dirty thing that didn't exist between the nails, "Name, address." You said it would be better, but if you don't say it, it's ....... Clarence laughed, "I'm afraid you'll feel like you're going to live a second longer, it's all torture!"