"Uh, who asked for the tea?"

Glancing around, the chubby nobleman maintained the same appearance as he had pointed to each other's teacups.

"Tsk, it's you!" Don casually walked over and placed the teacup in front of the other party, filling it with pale cyan tea.

"You ......" Bolaite finally came to his senses, pointing at Don with a trembling hand. He naturally knew the person who smashed the long table, this was the captain of the royal guard, and he had the cultivation of a high-ranking martial artist. But now he was let go by a young man with an ordinary face who seemed to be a miscellaneous role!

In addition to being shocked by the strength of the other party, another reason why Bolaite couldn't speak was because he was worried about his own situation, could it be that this group of insatiable gray soldiers wanted to kill us and continue to blackmail?

"Ahh The bloodstained big man turned over and stood up, regardless of it, the blue fighting energy light around his body suddenly exploded.

This big man is now depressed to the extreme, since he came to this valley, first lost his horse under his nose, then was defeated by a gatekeeper, and now was smashed by a servant serving tea...... What kind of rhythm is this?

The strength of the high-level martial artist is naturally strong, and when he saw that this big man was about to sweep the scene with full fighting spirit, a dreamy palm brought up a burst of phantoms to penetrate the blue mang, and instantly choked the big man's neck, pressing,

Rumble!

The big man planted it again like an onion, and Don's figure came to him at some point, and the kettle was raised,

Bang, bang, bang!

"Don't you know if other people are in a meeting?Is there any politeness?Do you still have a sense of public morality......?"

"Ahh

Of course, a high-level martial artist will not be so weak, if this big man pulls out his big sword and puts on the armor of Dou Qi as soon as possible, then this battle will still have to be fought. But alas, he chose the hand-to-hand combat that Donn is best at......

Moment. The bloody man was smashed unconscious.

"Excuse me, you continue to ......," Donn bowed apologetically, and then dragged the big man outside. When passing by Bolaite, who was speechless, he grabbed his hair and took out a teacup,

"By the way, you just called me. Hmm, is it for tea?"

The kettle was crooked, but only a few drops of water were dropping. The smash just now, because of Tang En's blood protection, the iron kettle was not deformed, but the water inside was all spilled.

Shaking helplessly twice, Don raised his eyebrows and aimed the lower end of the kettle at the teacup, where the big man's head had just been smashed. Of course, what dripped was fishy blood,

Tick, tick, tick......

A minute later, the red liquid fell to a small half of the glass.

"I'm sorry. That's all there is to it...... But it should taste good, you can taste it. ”

After saying this quite sincerely, Don dragged the big man out of the tent and casually put down the torn curtain.

......

There was dead silence in the tent. The aristocratic negotiators looked at the long broken table and the fluttering curtains in a daze...... Bolaite looked at the half cup of blood in front of him, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

Luo Sha was stunned at first. Then he pursed his lips and chuckled, looking at the other side's expression with amusement. Josia was snickering all the time, but it made Philip on the other side look straight again.

After Tang En's trouble, the momentum that the old nobles had worked hard to gather before was naturally discharged.

The blue-faced Bolaite tried his best to adjust his mood, and glanced at a circle of people with different expressions: "Ahem, about negotiations......

"Wake up, you deserve to be a high-level martial artist...... Rub, dare to frame your uncle, if you don't hit your face full of peach blossoms today, you won't know that the flowers are so red!"

"Yo, dare to fight back...... Looking for a fight!"

Bang!bang......

Another chaotic fight came clearly from outside, and Bolaite opened his mouth, but finally didn't continue what he had just said...

In such an atmosphere, negotiations will naturally come to an end. When it was time for lunch, the two sides had not even planned an exchange of supplies.

The meeting was adjourned for a while, and everyone walked out of the tent with complicated thoughts.

The food of the gray army, these nobles naturally look down on it, and they have brought some things with them.

Gorgeous cloth is spread out to cover the half-yellow and non-black earth. Silver cutlery was laid out one after another, sparkling in the sun. This was followed by a variety of small but delicate foods, two long, thin-necked bottles containing burgundy liquid......

In comparison, Luo Sha, who was holding rough ceramics on the other side, was undoubtedly extremely simple. It's like a grass stage team set up next to a gorgeous stage, how do you look at it......

On the other side, Don, who had just moved his muscles, was enjoying a big meal......

Gollum......

Looking at the pot in front of him that was constantly bubbling and the vegetable leaves and meat slices were constantly tumbling, Tang En said suspiciously: "This ...... Where's the meat?"

"Uh...... The members of the gray space gathered together squeezed into each other's eyes. Zuihou or David came up and said mysteriously: "Boss, we came back from training and saw several horses at the entrance of the station, hehe......"

Don opened his mouth and ...... The noble carriages?

As mentioned earlier, because the Gray Clothes Army garrison is full of passages, and the carriages can't get in, they all stay outside. Who would have thought that it was David, who had just returned from training, and they bumped into each other.

There were guards next to the carriage, but the number was relatively small, and most of them followed the nobles into the garrison. The people in the gray space have been following Tang En for so long, and they naturally have learned a lot of hidden and latent methods. Zuihou made a move by Mixiu, quietly put down the horse and quickly dragged it back.

......

At this time, the entrance of the station. Philip was arranging for a few guards to transport the half-dead man back for treatment.

"Well, you can go back with you, and I'll let them take you back to the city. After explaining some things, Philip suddenly said to the woman beside him with an unpleasant face.

The woman was stunned when she heard this, and said in a daze, "What do you mean by this?"

Philip spread his arms and sighed: "Even the banquet will be dispersed, and my fate with you is over...... Well, I've left you a manor in Bihai City. ”

The woman who was about to go crazy was shocked, she was also from a noble background, but she was a small nobleman. Of course, she knew the value of the Blue Sea City Manor. The north is not as good as the south, and if you want to have a well-equipped manor, you must at least have to be able to afford it from the earl and the city lord. But the man in front of him never seemed to be in shape. But he gave away a manor at will.

"But...... Didn't you say you would love me forever?"

"Uh, aiqing, I understand. Philip scratched his head, "But, what is forever?"

“......”

The woman slapped Philip cleanly and angrily kicked into the carriage.

Philip, who was wearing the five-finger print, still smiled and half-bowed, politely saying goodbye.

"Well, Sir Philip......" one of the guards came over hesitantly. Frankly. If it weren't for the fact that this matter was really important, he wouldn't want to provoke Philip at this time.

"Well, what's wrong?" Philip didn't realize it, still smiling indifferently.

"Your horse...... Suddenly, a horse was missing. ”

"Huh?" Philip opened his mouth and turned his head to see that the three horses he had set out from now had only two left......

“...... Who are you?"

"Emperor, royal guard, Lord Sir!" replied the guard cautiously.

"Whew...... Your mother, damn it. I won't talk about the horse that was robbed before, and there is no way to do it if the strength is not good. But now there's one fucking one less, and you're still telling me that suddenly...... I'll rub it, your side job is a horse thief......"

............

The aristocracy's meal was still very particular, after enjoying the exquisite food. The old aristocrats began to slowly sip the after-dinner refreshments again.

Well, this water is so inferior that the tea leaves are wasted...... Still, these nobles were in a good mood. Especially after seeing the envious glances of those hillbillies around him from time to time, a sense of superiority arises spontaneously......

"Master, here they are!" A butler-like man walked over and whispered.

"Well, let them in!" Bolaette waved his hand, letting the soldiers on the periphery make a way.

Then an old man with curly hair and a young man walked in, it was Bosco and Borg.

"Please be seated!" Bolaette gestured to the spot in front of him and smiled, "Would you like to try these meals...... Well, Viscount Bosko probably hasn't felt it for a long time. ”

"Duke Bolait, I'm not a viscount anymore!" Bosko sat down quietly, not moving to the teacup before leaving.

"Haha, not now, doesn't mean it won't be in the future. Bolaite let out a loud voice, and then took something similar to an invitation from the butler on the side and handed it over.

Bosko took it silently and unfolded. Borg, who was on the side, glanced over, and couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

There are a lot of words written on it, but most of them are official clichés. The actual meaning is very simple, that is, to canonize the viscount, but the line of family titles below is empty.

"Beautiful estate, historic family icon. Loyal old stewards, hordes of servants, luxurious carriages...... Honorable status, gilded family names in the imperial nobility register......"

"Rich businessmen have donated countless gold coins, generals have shed so much blood, and administrative and civilian officials have worked hard for generations...... All they want is to say, "Hello, Sir So-and-so!"

"You used to be a nobleman, you should know that the empire has been cutting the number of nobles all these years! Although the empire has withdrawn countless noble titles, among them, there are very few that can be regained, let alone because they have been surrounded and suppressed because of violating laws and regulations. Hehe, Viscount Bosco, you have a very haode vision. Of course, luck is good enough. Now, you can fill in your family's name on it!"

It's a slightly quiet environment, surrounded by the sound of silver spoons touching teacups.

Bolaette's words were all to the point, and he didn't even mention the request. But the charm of it has not diminished in the slightest, and even added more space for reverie.

Borg was imagining now that those images were exactly what he knew before, and that those feelings were exactly what he had before......

Syllable!

The canonization was not loud when it closed, but it was enough to wake up Borg, who was breathing a little heavily.

Placing it on a napkin, Bosko slowly picked up the teacup that seemed to be bubbling in front of him.

The corners of the old nobles on the opposite side twitched slightly, revealing a smile that everything was under control.

"It's delicious!" Bosco sighed as he tasted it.

Cecil smiled: "This is the Cloud Dragon Mist Peak, a royal tribute, and the number is scarce. But if Viscount Bosko likes it, I can share it with you. ”

"Lord Marquis Xiexie, though, no need......" Bosco shook his head: "Morning tea, after-dinner tea, afternoon tea...... I've been wondering for the past few years how much time I've wasted on this. Well, you see, just a moment, the time for negotiations is almost up. ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's zaijian at the negotiating table in the afternoon. ”

Leaving these two sentences behind, Bosko got up and saluted, and simply turned to leave. Borg was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly chased after him.

......

The old nobles looked at each other and were speechless.

"Hmph, I don't know what to do!" Bolaite picked up the teacup with a gloomy face and sipped it fiercely.

"Hey, Mom, they're so pitiful, drink a glass of water for so long...... Are they short of water?"

"Probably, I don't know!" the woman dragged the child away.

Poof! "Ahem......"

The tea mist gushing, the violent coughing, and an abnormal flush on an old face......

Not far away, Bosko and Borg walked silently in the passage, one after the other.

After a moment, Bosko paused and turned his head: "The negotiation in the morning is just a trial, and in the afternoon you have to seize the opportunity to preliminarily knock down the 100,000 kilograms of grain...... Borg!"

"Ahh......h

Bosko frowned: "You're thinking about what just happened!"

"I, I......" Berg hesitated as his lips quirmed, and finally looked up, "I'm just a little strange, father, isn't our purpose to restore the title of nobility?"

A look of disappointment flashed on Bosko's face, and then he sighed lightly: "Borg, have you ever seen the Duke and the Marquis begging me to do something before?"

"Uh, no......" Borg shook his head.

Their family was only viscounts, far from dukes and marquises. Don't say that the other party asks for something, even if it is a sentence, it is enough to flatter them.

"But now it's happening...... "Bosko spread his hands, "weishenme, as you know." That's right, it's because we're in the Grey Army, and the Grey Army now has this capital. In other words, we are nothing without the Grey Army......"

"Capital can be appreciated, and the more the Grey Army develops, the bigger our capital will be, and it will even be bigger than the Viscount in the future...... Take a long-term view and don't be moved by the small interests in front of you. Got it?"

"Understand a little bit...... Borg nodded, still throwing out questions, "But the Gray Army has been being hunted down, and it won't be too dangerous for us to put everything on this!"

"Stupid!" Bosko pinched the bridge of his nose, "we are not Losha, even if the Gray Army is finally destroyed, we can withdraw the capital in the first second, in exchange for the benefits we deserve." ”

"Uh......" Bog opened his mouth inexplicably, and then his heart moved, and a chill rose in his heart, licking his lips, "Father is talking about betraying the ...... of the Gray Army"

"Let's go, it's time for negotiations. Bosko interrupted Borg and walked forward as usual.

...... (To be continued.) )