Everyone is a thousand-year-old fox, what are you talking to me about fasting here?

Dussand's mind suddenly popped up with such a line, and it also carried a strong Tianjin flavor.

Of course, he couldn't just say that. Dusson still had questions about many things, and he hoped to get some more information out of Colt's mouth.

Like what...... Who exactly are the backers behind the fishing company?

A fishing company that has existed in Bosenke for one hundred and twenty-two years in a near-slavery manner. They stuck in the population and never paid taxes to the Colonial Hall of Newsar as a regular rule. They sold 36 of the Empire's 42 colonies, and dared to hire "bandits" to fire directly at the Navy's experimental convoys.

They are too bold, unscrupulous and bold.

The luck of the past and the long-term submissiveness of the poor may have given them some confidence in arrogance, but it is certainly not their main reliance.

Dussander was desperate to know who had given them such courage.

Anyway, it's definitely not Liang Jingru.

Time slipped by, and the guards guarding Dusand and Colt gradually let their guard down. They began to walk out of the cave - it was time for dinner. It is said that there are pancakes to eat at dinner today. This made the guards happy.

Dussaint was also happy - Colt began to talk to him.

"Lord Dussand." Colt's voice came down the railing, and the old man leaned against the wall, leaning sideways to avoid the wound on his shoulder, and then said triumphantly, "We meet again." ”

Dussaint ignored him. A ten-year-old child who has been shaded by someone will not be in a good mood in prison. A more logical action would be to ignore people completely or scold.

Dussaint opted for a dismissive reaction and waited quietly for this Mr. Colt to perform.

"You see, we're not enemies." Colt shifted his leg and smiled, "As you should have seen, the actions of these poor people are unpredictable and illogical. They are greedy and ignorant, and they have no morality or any trace of human respectability. ”

"Compared to the poor, we ...... Well-educated freemen and aristocrats are more like creatures of the same species. Colt pointed at himself, and then at Dussand, who did not seem to care that Dusson had turned his back on him, but said very sincerely, "They are not credible, unreliable, and incomprehensible." In order for them to work, we need to put in a huge effort. We are not enemies, Mr. Lord, we are just people who use different means to achieve the same ends. ”

Dussander deliberately didn't speak just now, and now he doesn't want to speak at all. And this kind of stupidity really has nothing to say.

Tired, destroy.

"I call you Young Master because the master I serve is indeed a nobleman with a higher status and status. From the source, you and your family are all from this old man's family, and we are actually our own people. Colt explained with a smile, "Please be calm, in two days, an elite team will come to our rescue." After that, we will be able to get rid of these untouchables and return to civilization. ”

Although he wanted the old man to explode on the spot in an instant, so as not to hit his "young" heart again. But Dussaint keenly grasped the two main points of the above sentence.

"A nobleman of a higher position" and "two days later".

"A nobler even higher? A certain Earl? Dussander finally spoke, and he asked rhetorically in a mocking tone, "How much more noble can a mere earl be than my mother?" ”

Dussand's taunt is built on Newsal's current unique political system. At present, there are about twenty earl families in the entire Newsal, but I don't know if God deliberately or if this group of earls is really too stretched. Whether it is a court count directly rewarded by His Majesty the Emperor, or a count canonized by His Excellency the Marquis and Duke...... In short, none of the twenty-odd counts could come up with something to say.

They have little to no influence over Newsal. Guarding his fiefdom is content to be an ordinary pastoral nobleman. There is not even much industry in the city of Newsal.

Compared to Dussand's parents, these counts can indeed be regarded as unenterprising.

"Of course it won't be the Count." The old man smiled and said, "The master I serve is noble...... he looked at the little boy in front of him, and then pointed to the ceiling with his finger, "Taller than the Lafayette Marquis to whom your family is allegiated." ”

Dusson's expression froze.

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"Monsieur Marquis has sent a letter." In the office of the Speaker of the House of Commons in Upper Albin, Morse, who looked a little tired, walked in with an envelope. He respectfully placed the envelope in front of Androni, then took a step back and said, "I also brought a message from Monsieur Marquise. ”

"Say it." Androni picked up the letter opener in front of her, and after confirming that the fire paint stamp on the envelope was intact, she opened the envelope with the letter opener. She pulled out the letterhead, unfolded it, and quickly read it.

"Mr. Marquis, I have asked you to tell you that attacking the Bosenke Fisheries Company with all its might at present is not the best course of action." Morse put his hands behind his back and stood straight, "The Bosenke Fishing Company has the investment of the Duke of Saar, and this investment has provided the Duke's family very handsomely for more than a hundred years. ”

Androni put down the letter in her hand and rubbed the corner of her swollen forehead.

A duke would be the most powerful figure in the entire colony. His family owns nearly one-tenth of the land on the colony star, and 5% of the planet's taxes are given to Mr. Duke's family as a reward for his ancestors' discovery and pioneering of Newsar 175 years ago.

And now this Mr. Duke of Saarland...... His thirst for money is even confusing.

Harold, who had planned to directly introduce star thieves to slaughter at the Androni Ball, was awarded the title of Lord by "paying tribute" to the current Duke of Thrall. Andronie would agree to Dussand's plan to get rid of Harold through the hands of the Heraldic Administrator - also to prevent overstimulation of the Duke.

The Duke was fond of the Golden Pound, and he controlled and invested in almost all the mining businesses on Newsal. Anyone who gets in the way of his acquisition of the Golden Pound will be regarded as an enemy by him.

For example, the Imperial Forestry Department of Orin, such as Lafayette, who had a close relationship with the Forestry Ministry.

The Bosenck Fishing Company provided Mr. Duke with far more revenue than Harold. According to the estimate of the Marquis de Lafayette in the letter, the Bosenck Fishery Company had provided Monsieur de la Duke with more than 200,000 gold pounds in the last year.

Within a month, Harold and Bosenke Fishing, the Duke of Gold, who loved the gold pound, would probably go mad.