Yorko has been having a good time these days.
The Lord of Dawn has not recovered for a long time, and His Royal Highness seems to have left him behind, but the nobles did not ignore him as an ambassador from a neighboring country.
Attend lavish banquets, have fun with Denise, and even go in and out of some high-end clubs and brothels that need to be introduced under her introduction, and taste the wealth and unique charm of this kingdom's capital, all of which can't be enjoyed in Greycastle treatment.
Only because of the title of ambassador to the Wimbledon royal family hanging on him.
Although the ambassador is equivalent to the earl, in a sense, it is more useful than the earl. After all, the latter can only do whatever he wants in his own fief, while the former can enjoy the courtesy of the upper-class nobles in other kingdoms.
He was deeply aware of the benefits of status.
In addition, Hill Fox, the bodyguard appointed by His Majesty, is also a magical figure.
No matter who he was dealing with, the other party would always sneak into the bedroom two or three days later at night and nag him about that person's identity, status, and interests. If you are a big man, you can even figure out your preferences. With Hill's assistance, Yorko was even more at ease when he was in the aristocratic circle.
And under the arrangement of the other party, the purchase of slaves has also made great progress.
After Yorko made Denise comfortable, he whispered in his ear, and the businesswoman immediately agreed to his suggestion to use the existing caravan to open up a road to redeem slaves: buy Wimbledon from other slave traders The refugees needed by His Majesty Dun were transported to Greycastle. The premise is that slaves must be given the status of freedmen, instead of being resold as goods.
Of course, a businessman is worthy of being a businessman, and he never forgets to negotiate a good price even when his love is overflowing. She can not charge the difference in purchase price, but the shipping fee cannot be saved. After adding up the expenses of manpower, food, carriages and horses, and then calculating the profit, the price for transporting one person and charging ten silver wolves is finally obtained.
He naturally complied with Hill's entrustment, and patted his chest and said that no matter how expensive it was, he couldn't let these talented people fall into the status of slaves. This statement undoubtedly deepened Denise's goodwill, and the two returned to the bed and rolled around enthusiastically for a while.
After that, Yorko sent Hill over to negotiate the matter in detail, and he could stop worrying about these trivial business affairs.
I heard that the first batch of twenty-five slaves purchased yesterday have followed the caravan on the road. After all, he can get the additional reward of one hundred and twenty-five silver wolves promised by His Majesty.
Can you get paid in bed, what better job is there
Ambassadors are awesome!
Just when Yorko was thinking about where to hang out today, a servant knocked on the door and walked in, "Your Excellency, Lord Otto, the eldest son of the Losey family, wants to see you."
Otto Losey? He is no stranger to this surname. It is one of the three major families in the Dawn Royal Capital, and its power is second only to the Moa Royal Family. Denise also specially warned him that it is fine to hook up with any woman, and don't go to the three major families, especially the Quinn family, otherwise the ambassadorship will not protect him.
But Yorko definitely doesn't have to worry about this now. He has always been very cautious about this kind of question. The purpose of the other party's coming here should be to invite him to the banquet, right
"Please come in."
A young man walked into the study, looked around for a while, then took the initiative to close the windows, and then sat down on a chair.
His expression was a little anxious, his eyes were dark, and it was obvious that he stayed up late last night and hardly slept.
Yorko does not approve of this kind of hollowing out for pleasure. In his opinion, moderate pleasure can make both men and women feel cheerful and healthy, which is a beneficial behavior. Consuming energy all night is just overdrawing the potential of the body. Prince Anpain is a typical example. Even his face is extremely pale. If this continues, he will be unable to seek pleasure at the age of 30.
However, the other party didn't speak for a long time, which also made him feel quite strange. This was not in line with etiquette, and people from the big family should not be so rude. After waiting for a while, Yorko had to take the initiative to say, "You are Lord Otto Losey, I don't know."
"You can contact His Majesty Roland Wimbledon, right?" The other party suddenly interrupted, "I have an important piece of information to tell him."
"Uh..." Yorko was stunned, "Intelligence?"
"It's all written in it," Otto took out a letter from his bosom and put it in front of him, then folded ten golden dragons, "this money is a reward, please be sure to give the letter to your king, This information is related to the survival of the Kingdom of Greycastle!"
Yorko took a deep breath. Is it related to the survival of Greycastle? This is too exaggerated... It wasn't until the other party stared at him with burning eyes that he came back to his senses, "I understand, don't worry, I will hand it over to Your Majesty."
"Please deliver it as soon as possible," Otto got up and left after repeated instructions. Seeing his anxious appearance, it didn't look like he was lying.
Yorko hurriedly put ten golden dragons into his arms, but Xin didn't want to touch it. In his opinion, this thing was too hot to handle, so he should first ask Hill what to do with it.
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When Hill Fox quietly entered the bedroom, he recounted everything that happened during the day.
The latter pondered for a moment, pulled out a knife from nowhere, and opened the letter cleanly.
"Hey, what are you trying to do!" Yorko exclaimed in shock, "It is a felony to open up your Majesty's letter privately!"
"Shh," Hill made a silent gesture, "if the information inside is as important as he said, we naturally can't send a letter by conventional means to send someone from Dawn City to the Western Region, at least we need one. For many months, the road is still prone to situations, and it is too unsafe."
"What does that have to do with you opening the letter?"
"Do you still remember the gray falcons I have been raising? They are the fastest messengers, and it only takes two or three days to fly from here to Dawn City." Hill explained, "After changing the messenger there, The letter can be delivered to His Majesty within a week. But they can't fly with such a big envelope, so I have to read the content and rewrite it in a secret letter."
"Can gray falcons deliver letters? Not carrier pigeons?" Yorko said in surprise, "I thought you kept them for hunting."
"They are much smarter than carrier pigeons," Hill opened the envelope, and his expression soon became solemn, "there is such a thing..."
"What's in the letter?"
"You really want to know?" He turned around.
"...Forget it," Yorko coughed twice, "I'd rather have a good night's sleep every day."
"A wise choice," Hill agreed. "Not only that, it's better not to mention to anyone that Otto Losey came to see you. In the future, it is better to temporarily reject the banquets held in the palace." He paused. "They're in big trouble."