In the face of almost naked questioning, Stewart was still calm and did not look like an eighteen-year-old young man, and Haxel was still smiling as if he hadn't seen anything.

"Your Excellency."

Hilton's eyes narrowed dangerously and called out respectfully again.

"It's not the same as we said before. I have sold you my goods at the greatest discount, who of you has not eaten the food in my convoy? Which one hasn't had their equipment repaired by the craftsmen in my fleet? ”

"The guards of my convoy have also helped in many battles. We can't be like a prostitute who goes to the kiln, and when he lifts his pants, he doesn't recognize anyone, right? This is neither decent nor upright. ”

Haxor's expression didn't change at all.

"Of course, Mr. Hilton, it's unseemly and undignified"

"But it will keep us alive."

"Can't you see how many people are starving to death and dying of cold outside?"

"Of course I feel sad and sad for those poor people, sincerely." Hilton said coldly, "But I'm sure I won't ruin my goods because of sadness and sorrow!" ”

The cold light of steel in the merchant's sleeve was already about to peek out of the cuff.

"So I don't need you to ruin your goods." Haxel smiled and said, "We'll help you." ”

"Hackso! Don't be ashamed, you bastard! I'm a Soden, so I won't lose money for the life and death of you Sintra people! Then I'd rather die! ”

"Oh? Are you willing to sacrifice this convoy for the lives of the people of Sintra? ”

For the first time, Haxel looked beyond a smile, and he was a little stunned. It seemed that it was Hilton's words that confused him.

"But as far as I know. Lincoln, what is our Mr. Hilton mainly in business? ”

The half-grown kid who had been recording by Hackso's side first sniffed, and then gave the answer fluently.

"My lord, Mr. Hilton is a merchant with a royal license from Temeria, and he uses Soden as a transit to sell us Temeria's high-end handicraft goods at a high price, and we can't afford to produce these, so we can only offer whatever price he offers."

"So can I think so?" Haxel said.

"Our friend from the great northern powers, who has made untold fortunes by his monopoly reselling. His many luxury properties in Soden, Temeria, and Sintra, and his spending on them were all the result of the hard work of the people of Sintra. And what he relied on was just a piece of paper printed with a white Baihe pattern? ”

"And when war came, when the Nilfgaard began to ravage the land and the people of the land, a country that they had taken advantage of again and again by financial means."

"You say that the people here have nothing to do with you. You said you'd rather die than release a convoy of goods for the lives of these people. ”

Hackso was still smiling, but that smile. Inexplicably makes this tent very cold.

"Respectfully, Mr. Hilton."

"You have enjoyed all the glory and joy that money and channels have brought you in this country, and the girls in the brothel are willing to take care of your eggs for your gold. Now you want to go on a not-so-good deal, sir. ”

"Even if there was before, now, I don't, allow, have!"

There is no doubt that Hilton was suppressed in the momentum of the conversation.

Haxel's hand, which he didn't hold the scepter, grabbed Hilton's dagger tucked up in his sleeve and rested it on his neck very calmly and politely.

"Of course, my neck is now under your knife, and I don't need such a fine dagger, a razor can open my throat. But before you pull the handle out, I have to warn you. ”

From beginning to end, his smiling eyes were fixed on Hilton's eyes.

"I don't care about this life, dear sir. Because as I said to you, you earned the money of the Sintra people, and you should pay it back now. I'm a royal steward, and I used to sit on the heads of the vast majority of people in Sintra and! Wealth, status, prestige, I have what you have. So it's time for me to pay it back now. It's time for us all to pay it back. ”

"But I have to warn you, sir."

"After you pull the knife away from my veins, you and your friends will walk out of here unharmed, I promise."

"After that, my son will go to the Nilfgaards, the lonely Nilfgaards."

"My son would chop them alive, he would chop off their limbs and hang them on wooden poles, he would castrate them and put that thing in their mouths."

"These wooden poles will be erected in the most prominent place, along with a sign. The sign will say: Say that we did it together, thank you for the material support of the Hilton Chamber of Commerce. ”

"Your mother, wife, and children seem to be in Soden? It was a dangerous place, after all, the strength and self-esteem and arrogance of the Enniphgaard people. It seems that it is not difficult to run to Soden to slaughter a rich merchant who has insulted them? ”

Haxo's voice was soft and polite, as if he was still serving the royal family of Sintra with all his heart.

Geralt had heard the sound of this being the sound he had in the first meeting with Caranthor, when Haxor had shaved him.

At the time, he enjoyed Hacksol's approach and voice.

But now

Hilton unconsciously licked his lips with his tongue, his eyes fluttering around.

And the mercenary, who was about to touch his hand to the hilt of the sword at his waist just now, also blinked in a daze, and moved his hand away from the position that was easily misunderstood.

Haxel let go of Hilton's sleeve and smiled.

An expression that you can do it.

But the big businessman, who was still aggressive just now, seemed to be afraid that the dagger would shave off one of Haxo's beards.

With an extremely gentle gesture, he held his breath and took a step back.

It wasn't until the dagger had completely left the skin of Haxor's neck that he jerked into the breath again.

The former head of the royal family smiled as always, looking at the big businessman who was panting and began to break out in a cold sweat.

"We will take all the useful goods from your fleet. We'll call up all your convoy guards. ”

"This is not a request and a solicitation for comments, this is a notice I have given you on behalf of the people of Sintra."

Now, everyone in this tent has nothing to say.

Haxel smiled, and his son stood beside him with a calm face.

Everything seems to be normal.

But everyone who looked at them knew they were crazy!

From now on, there will be no room for small groups in the entire Refugee Mission.

If anyone still stands in front of the target of the Hacksoll father and son, then they will not hesitate to drag them to death together!

There is no doubt that it is kind of close to. The decisiveness of self-destruction!

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