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The meeting is scheduled to be held in the evening, when the sun sets in the sky and the bright stars shine through the holes arranged by the stars at the top of the hall, and sitting in the hall is like looking at the starry sky, giving people a dreamlike feeling

With the crisp bell ringing in the hand of a butler, shuttling through the venue from time to time, attracting the attention of all the males, the Salander dancers like flowers and butterflies slowly exited, and a row of maids in long skirts came in with candlesticks, and the bright candlelight illuminated the hall as if it were day

The assembled people began to sit down on both sides of the long table.

The fat man looked at it casually, and beside the new big family in the north, Envit, there were three lords who were whispering to each other, these should be Envit's supporters, and from the worried eyes they occasionally glanced, it was conceivable that this meeting did not have a good impact on them

And the 4 lords of the western mountains are sitting around the dignified Grand Duke of Russia and Germany, these guys from the mountains, because the territory is not near the sea, the expression is very indifferent,

The Duke of Ode sat in the center of them, his eyes squinting slightly, and he didn't seem to hear the whispers of the lord next to him in his ear, only the finger tapping lightly on the armrest, as if to prove that the most prestigious lord of the north now did not seem to be depressed by old age

The other 8 lords, in addition to the already drunken Legus next to him, there are a few family representatives who are not lords, but have deep influence, Nilai, as the heir of one of the three major families, is placed in the second row of the seats, like these family representatives,

Among these people, the fat man saw a familiar figure, Arnathan Fante, the fat man still remembered the last time in Zhivadin, it was because of the mysterious disappearance of the goods of this Salander merchant and the discovery of a large number of hidden smuggled goods, for this reason, the fat man also gave Kyoto a trap,

This Arsenal Fante can be qualified to appear here, which is enough to prove that this guy's identity is not simple, it may be that there are too many people in the hall, and this Arsenal Fante did not recognize the fat man in the front row,

At the gate, there was a sound of heavy footsteps

The new governor of the north, Sodofer, with a proud face, walked in from the gate of the main hall surrounded by 8 mamunuks wearing chain mail.

Behind him, followed by a gloomy, bald middle-aged man, the appearance of this person made the atmosphere in the hall tense suddenly, and the discussion stopped.

The fat man saw the Duke of Ode, who had been squinting slightly, and the moment the middle-aged man walked in, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were like electricity,

That's not a drooping old man, but the eyes of a soldier who is about to go to the battlefield, everyone knows that Suo Duofei is a guy who is not to worry about, if it is not for a beautiful sister, this is an embroidered pillow with a good appearance, but the person behind him is not, it is a combination of Kyoto's intertwined relationships, and it is the boundless ** of Kyoto's wealthy family,

The lords of the north knew very well that their real opponent was the new administrator of Hutu Beien, and the atmosphere of saber rattling suddenly permeated

"You can come, it is enough to prove your trust in the kingdom, today's gathering will definitely be a glorious event in the annals of history" Sodofer glanced at the people in the hall with a smile on his face, his eyes stopped, and suddenly quickened his pace, with a false apology, and stretched out his hand to the fat man

"Marquis Vicsexton, I am sorry that your entire clan died in battle, but you can rest assured that Hutu Beien will definitely be your strong backing for revenge."

Sodofer's words immediately caused a burst of discussion in the hall, "Vicsetton?

Dozens of surprised eyes focused on the fat man at the same time, just now many people saw him with the disgraced Legges, almost thinking that this vulgar guy was all the way with Legges

No one thought that this would be the legendary hero who shot the wolf Hou Savis with an arrow, not to mention, this guy really has nothing to do with the hero, neither handsome appearance, nor burly figure, that face full of silliness is completely the biggest insult to the word hero,

Anyone who thinks that the famous Husavis died at the hands of this stupid guy, and the beauty that this guy is said to be holding is enough to make all men go crazy with jealousy, and a lord sitting in the middle of the opposite side can't stand the stimulation, covering his mouth with an expression that wants to laugh but doesn't dare to laugh

"Tsk, it's really ...... Husavis to die at the hands of such a person" Many people shook their heads in their hearts,

"This guy is definitely deliberate" The fat man scolded in his heart, this Suo Duofei didn't know who he was instructed by, he actually played a yin with himself, and if he didn't play with you, Lao Tzu wouldn't be called a falcon that never fell into vain

"Governor Sodofei really cares about my Victor, it just so happens that I urgently need 300,000 catties of food to pay for the cost of building the city, so I would like to thank the Governor for his generosity" The fat man smiled at the corner of his mouth, and held Sodofei's hand with a touched face, and said unfinished, "Don't worry about the carriage pulled by the Governor, I'll let them pull it immediately"

"300,000 catties of grain"

Sodofei's hand trembled involuntarily, his smug smile suddenly froze, his eyes bulged, and his mouth squeaked, like swallowing a big green-headed fly.

Salander is not a big agricultural country because of its proximity to the sea, 300,000 catties of grain may not be anything in Vikia, but in Salander, where the fishery is developed, it is enough to be worth a year's grain output in the entire north

"This dead fat man is too pitiful, Suo Duofei, this big straw bag, will not be played to death, but also to be played with disabled" The lord of Salander, who was watching the lively next to him, suddenly laughed a lot,

"This stupid fat guy is kind of funny!"

Even the Duke of Ode's stern face showed a hint of a smile, and his sharp eyes glanced at the fat man a few times before moving away

"Ahem, Vic Collar is an important part of the royal family's northern plan, and everyone needs to think about the aid in the long run" The bald Fallox next to him glanced at the already stupid Soduo Fei, and slowly stood up from behind

"The reason why you have been summoned this time is because the royal ministry has received accurate information that the Normans are massing a large fleet to prepare for revenge because of the killing of Husavis this time.

"In the near future, several corps of the Normans will attack the northern territories by boat, in order to strengthen the defense of the north and unify the dispatch of resources, the governor of Sodofer will raise yì, with Hutu Beien as the center, to unify the army and materials in all the northern regions, and prepare for the coming big war."

"Hiss" The hall suddenly resounded with a sound of inhalation, except for the fat man who was calm and relaxed, the faces of the other lords seemed to have opened a colorful shop, red and white,

Philok was right, with the style of the Normans who would take revenge, the possibility of a large-scale invasion of the north had basically been determined, and Hutu Beien was located at the key point in the north, and it was indeed the best assembly place, but no one would be so stupid to think of handing over their troops and supplies to others

"Of course, this integration can be adjusted according to your wishes, and you will definitely not shake your private soldiers," Fei Luo looked at the already panicked lords on both sides with a smug face, and said with a solemn expression

"But one thing must be done, and that is that the fleets of the various families must be brought together in the port of Hutu Bern, and a unified fleet can be used to expand trade with the Vicchian side and, if necessary, to fight as a navy."

"Hehe, of course it's good to unify the fleet, but I don't know how to divide the benefits of this trade?" the fat man muttered indifferently, his voice was very low, but in the quiet time when Phero's words just fell, the lords on both sides of the long table heard it clearly

"I can guarantee that all the proceeds of trade will be used to prepare for the resistance against the Normans," Fallock looked at the fat man with complicated eyes, and hesitated for a moment

"That is to say, Hutu Beien will monopolize the trade rights of Vekia" The fat man stood up with a simple face and said, "Then what about the army guarding our territory, the coastline is so long, no one knows where the Normans landed, there is no trade income, only with the meager income of the territory, even the most basic security can not be supplied, you do this, don't you just strangle everyone's neck, let us do whatever we want"

"Presumptuous, this is Salander, the land of His Majesty the Supreme Sultan, do you want to support the army and respect yourself?"

Originally, according to Phelock's plan, on the grounds of the Normandians' attack, the trade rights of each family were taken into their hands, and then they took advantage of the situation to gradually unify the resources of the north.

Seeing that it was about to succeed, even an old fox like Russia and Germany didn't hear the aftermath of integration, but he didn't expect that it would be broken by a stupid fat man.

Now he can be sure that this Marquis of Vicsexton is by no means as simple as it seems, and how can he point out the hidden problems from his own words, how can he be a mediocre,

"Am I wrong?" the fat man looked left and right, with an innocent look on his face, in stark contrast to Phero's slightly trembling body,

"If we want to integrate the right to trade, I can set an example for the Vic Territory" The Fat Man is unforgiving" In order to resist the Normans to the greatest extent, I can promise that I will not charge any taxes on all the trade fleets that sail from the ports of Lazar and Vic, whether it passes by land or sea."

"Squeak" Fallock felt his teeth shatter, bringing a heart-wrenching pain, the fat man's words undoubtedly hit his soft underbelly, Hu Tu Beien himself did not have a fleet, if he did it like the fat man, all the plans were to draw water in a bamboo basket.

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