As it turned out, Christine's hunch was correct, and the Marquis of Grande was indeed going to be unlucky......

When the sales of the evening newspaper were rising at an alarming rate, when the dark elves were guarding the door of the Marquis's Mansion day and night, when the thieves were everywhere under the stimulation of gold coins, poor Lord Marquis Grande was instantly swallowed up by the frenzy of public opinion, and he did not even have a chance to resist.

For a whole month, in every issue of the ivory evening newspaper, there will be news about him, not a negative report, or a lace scandal, and then the revelation of the old past, in a word, if any issue of the evening newspaper lacks the material of the Marquis of Grande, it will simply affect the sales -

"Shocking! The sixty-year-old marquis fought with his only son on the street, suspected of being jealous of a woman?"

"Overnight, hundreds of ** items disappeared mysteriously on Ivory Island, and insiders revealed that a certain nobleman happened to pass by before the incident"

"Charity or Show: Some Donors Claim That Marquis Grandet's Donations Are Moldy"

"Ying Zhao Dancer said in an interview that the special hobby of a certain nobleman was difficult to accept, and the candle leather whip was out of stock"

"The old neighbors turned against each other, alluding to the quirks of the Marquis's early years, so that the neighbor women did not dare to take a bath at home"

"Outside, outside, an unscrupulous gentleman drove drunk and hit a flyer, and after being arrested, he still shouted that my dad was Grande"

In this way, a large number of news reports that are difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood are like a dense bombardment of cannonballs, aiming at the Marquis of Grande and firing a fire, no matter where he goes, what he goes out to do, even if it is just to stop a little girl on the side of the road and say a few words, the next day he will immediately be accused of planning to trick little Lori into going to see the goldfish......

What does it mean to have a lot of money? What does it mean to accumulate and destroy bones? What does it mean that three people become tigers?

Poor Marquis Grandet, every time he sees the evening newspaper, he is so angry that his mouth is full of blood, and in a fit of anger he simply does not go out, and he cannot afford to provoke and hide, and Lord Ben will stay at home from this day onwards, but I want to see what else you can write?

Facts have proved that those thieves and paparazzi who are struggling for manuscript fees have long been so shameless that they are like surging rivers, what if they don't come out, what if they hide, what if they don't come out, what if they are hired, we President Lin said, there is news to be on, and if there is no news, we must also be on it.

So, when the Marquis of Grande had been at home for three days, when he was in a good mood to open the new issue of the evening newspaper, he immediately saw a bold and big black headline that made people thunder.

"The Marquis stayed closed for three days, suspected of committing suicide due to a deep sense of guilt"

At this moment, the grief-stricken Marquis Grande burst into tears, is there anything more shameless in the world, those reporters who don't even want a conscience for money, are simply pervasive and do everything, especially this morning, a few bastards who had been hired actually came in directly by virtue of being more familiar with the Marquis's Palace, intending to take a few bed photos to sell for a high price.

To make matters worse, the stupid civilians outside are increasingly believing these fabricated reports, some are gathering outside the door to protest and demand that the whereabouts of the donations be announced, some are giving speeches in front of the parliament calling for an investigation, and a few people who have lost their minds come over with a large basket of eggs and tomatoes to give gifts...... Of course, it's with throwing!

Especially those contenders who are running for parliament, they are even more gloating, for fear that they will not die completely enough, so that when they pass by the kitchen now, the kitchen lady and aunt whose waist is thicker than a bucket will despise themselves a hundred times with a disdainful gaze, and then quickly put away the ** hanging outside......

Damn the Evening News!Damn the Dark Elves!Damn the Thieves!Damn the Cook!

The Marquis of Grande was furious in his study, and broke a dozen pieces of Oriental porcelain in one go, which he usually loved the most, but now he gritted his teeth with hatred at the thought that these porcelains were also from the East, and from the same place as that damn little white face.

At this time, the housekeeper rushed in from outside the door and reported angrily: "My lord, I just went to the evening newspaper to protest, but that little white face actually told me that the reporter who wrote the article suspected of your suicide was ...... Be...... It's a temporary worker. ”

Poof! The Marquis of Grande spurted blood again, and he had spurted more blood in the past few days than he had in his life: "Damn little white face, damn Oriental monkey, do you really think I can't fight back? Gary, go gather the best literati for me, and we'll run a newspaper and scold that bastard hundreds of times a day!"

"Yes, yes. Of course, the butler raised his hands in favor, but he still stood still and said with a hesitant face, "My lord, of course your plan is very good, but you also know that that little white face seems to have mastered advanced printing technology, and if we use backward engraving printing, it will cost a lot of money, not to mention the time and energy." ”

Very well, this sentence was like a heavy punch in the face, and the Marquis of Grande was immediately completely angry.

In fact, he could indeed run a newspaper in anger to fight back, but the problem was that if backward engraving printing was used, he would lose more than a dozen copper coins for each printing, and if 10,000 copies were printed, and then taking into account the continuous circulation of more than a dozen issues, this would require a huge amount of money, and even if he had money, he could not afford it.

"Damn!" gritted his teeth with hatred, but he was helpless, Marquis Grande waved his hand and swept all the treasures on the table, "Could it be that I can only stay at home and watch those bastards slander me like mad dogs, if this continues, let alone run for parliament, even ......"

Without warning, at this moment, the oil painting hanging on the wall of the study suddenly burst into a deep blue light.

The Marquis of Grande subconsciously looked back, suddenly changed color slightly, and then immediately jumped up as if he had installed a spring, and bent down respectfully, like the most humble servant, waiting for the emperor's majesty to receive him.

Almost at the same time, as the painting gradually transforms into transparency, a circus clown with a face covered in oil paint and a bright red nightcap is presented in the painting.

With a heavy lipstick on his lips, he grinned with a ridiculous mouth and let out a sharp and piercing mockery: "Whoa, whoa, my dear Marquise...... Hmm, I'm sorry, maybe I should call you Councillor?"

There is no doubt that this clown's words and actions are ridiculous, but the Marquis of Grande can't laugh at all, but his face is pale and trembling: "Lord Clown, please forgive me for my negligence, because I have been in some trouble recently, so I can't turn in the gold and resources on time, but please trust ......"

"Tut-tut, how dare a lowly little person like me accuse the noble you?" the clown interrupted with a shrill laugh again, but the cold light from the dark circles under his eyes was as vicious and mean as a viper, "However, it doesn't matter, my life has been very difficult lately, so I was planning to send some poor fellows to Ivory Island to beg in person, you shouldn't mind." ”

The Marquis of Grande was suddenly pale to bloodlessness, and of course he understood what he meant by begging.

A few months ago, this evil and terrifying pirate leader clown had sent hundreds of pirates to sneak into Shiratori Island to beg, and the final result of the begging was that nearly 2,000 people died under the butcher's knife, hundreds of thousands of wealth were looted, and most of Shiratori Island was burned to ashes.

And now, this greedy and vicious pirate leader who is about to break through to the black iron level has set his sights on the richer Ivory Island, God knows what he will do here, and even worse, considering the tight defense of Ivory Island, he will definitely not let the pirate fleet come to fight hard, but coerce himself as an internal response.

"Yes, I think you'd be willing to help us with kindness, wouldn't you?" the clown picked up a glass of red wine and drank the blood-red wine, "Prepare a cargo ship that can enter the harbor, tell us about the defense of Ivory Island, and then find a way to distract those guards, doesn't that sound easy?"

Marquis Grande trembled uncontrollably, and for a few seconds, he really wanted to ignore a refusal, but under the evil and cold gaze of the other party, he didn't even have the courage to raise his head, let alone refuse.

It's just that the next moment, as if suddenly thinking of something, he suddenly trembled slightly, and then immediately said respectfully: "Yes, my lord, I will do as you tell me, but please allow me to make a request, a small request." ”

"Request?" the clown licked the bright red wine from the corner of his mouth, his whole face contorted, "Dear Marquis, I thought you were already my faithful servant, but I didn't expect you to even plan to bargain, which really disappoints me." ”

"No, no, no, of course I am your servant, the most faithful servant. The Marquis of Grande was covered in a cold sweat, and hurriedly bent his waist lower, "I'm just asking for your help, because just recently, I encountered a **annoyance, my niece Christine, who should have died a long time ago, brought a little oriental white face out of nowhere, that guy ......"

Bang! Without warning, the red wine glass in the clown's hand suddenly shattered, and the scattered glass shards even pierced deep into his palm: "Slow, you just said, Oriental? An Oriental with a minotaur?"

"You...... How do you know?" said Marquis Grande, looking up in astonishment.

"Of course I do, and I know better than you do. The clown licked his lips grimly, and in his slightly narrowed eyes, a miserable green light flickered incessantly, as if hiding a deadly toxin.

After a moment of silence, he burst into a shrill laugh, full of vicious nervousness: "Great, great, this is really good news, it turns out that the target I have been looking for is hiding on Ivory Island." ”

"You agreed?" said the Marquis of Grande, who looked surprised, and though he didn't quite understand why, he was sure that with the help of the pirate leader, the damn little white face was doomed.

"Why not?" said the clown, grinning his ugly mouth, revealing a mouthful of dirty yellowed teeth, and in an instant, the sea burned like a flame, enveloping his body and fading away from the transparent painting.

At this moment, with the sudden collapse of the oil painting, the whole study was plunged into gloomy darkness, and only a shrill laughter full of resentment still echoed in the air.

"Depart, my dear children, go to Ivory Island, greet the benevolent and wealthy nobles, and bring back the man of the yellow-skinned monkey...... Tut-tut, there's just a carpet missing in my captain's cabin!"

――――――――――――――――――――――――

The popular work "Hacker" recommended by friends has more than 4 million words, and the results are also very good, which is worth seeing.

[bookid=2637956,bookname="Hackers"]