A carriage with simple decoration slowly drove into the commercial district of Silvermoon City, and stopped in front of a luxurious house.
The car door was punched, and a tall young man stepped down.
He was wearing a wide three-cornered hat, his head was lowered, and his face could not be seen clearly, but only from the details of his inadvertent posture, it could be known that this must be a great nobleman of extraordinary background.
"Sorry, sir, may I have a look at your invitation card?" The attendant politely stopped the young man.
But before the young man showed his invitation card, a short, fat, slightly bald middle-aged man in a printed robe rushed out vigorously.
He pushed the attendant away, and welcomed the young man into the door with a flattering face.
The servant who was roughly pushed away looked at all this in a daze, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Of course he didn't dare to be angry, because the middle-aged man who rushed out of the door was none other than Javier, a legendary half-elf businessman well-known in Silvermoon City!
Therefore, the attendants were just a little surprised that Javier greeted the young man just now with such a humble attitude.
After entering the door, the young man took off his hat, revealing a resolute and handsome but somewhat gloomy face.
If Colin were here, he would definitely recognize the young man as his old acquaintance—Marquis Vincent!
The eldest son of the Duke of the East came to Silvermoon City again after more than half a year.
I don't know if he recalled some not-so-good memories from the last time he came, Marquis Vincent frowned tightly.
Javier laughed along with him all the way, and kept saying some witty words, but Marquis Vincent's expression did not improve, and he felt even more worried.
As the central building in the commercial block of Silvermoon City, the decoration here can be described as extremely luxurious. At first glance, it is full of magnificent gold paint, and even the gaps in the white glazed rock paved on the ground are poured with melted gold. over again.
It's a pity that this kind of nouveau riche style obviously doesn't catch the eyes of Marquis Vincent.
Not only was there no way to see it, but also no way to smell it. As soon as Marquis Vincent entered the door, he couldn't help covering his nose, because the fragrance here was so strong that it choked his nose.
Of course, Marquis Vincent could also understand why.
The half-elf female slaves in light tulle skirts are showing their beautiful bodies in front of the guests. If you want, you can discuss with them at any time the pleasure that is not for the sake of racial reproduction.
Although Marquis Vincent looked down on these lowly female slaves, not everyone had such reserve, and the smell of perfume in the room could not completely cover up the stench full of hormones.
Javier was quite clever, seeing the discomfort of Marquis Vincent, and quickly asked the maid to open all the windows to get some air.
"Master Marquis, this time I summoned the presidents of the seventeen most influential half-elf chambers of commerce in Silvermoon City to come and listen to your teachings!"
Marquis Vincent finally showed a satisfied look, nodded, and followed Javier into the conference hall.
The hall is very spacious, the round table made of gilded oak is extremely eye-catching, and the conference chairs made of white-striped tiger skin are also very exquisite, but the overall style is less serious.
Seeing Marquis Vincent walking in, the businessmen sitting around the conference table stood up one after another and bowed to greet him.
Marquis Vincent raised his hand and made everyone sit down.
Javier brought Marquis Vincent to the main seat and said loudly: "Everyone, today we are honored to have the honorable first heir of the St. Pross family—Marquis Vincent!
Why this meeting was held, everyone must have an idea.
We, the half-elf business world, must never allow ourselves to be trampled upon again!
We must fight with all our strength for our own interests!
Fortunately, we are not fighting alone. Marquis Vincent brought the support of the Duke of the East to our half-elf business community today.
Please believe that as long as we unite, we will be able to make our own voice! "
Javier was good at mobilizing the atmosphere, and he also understood that the merchants, a wealthy but status-less group, wanted the respect they deserved more than anyone else.
"Next, please honorable Marquis Vincent, please speak for us!"
After speaking, Javier sat down in the first deputy position on the left, and the meeting room immediately burst into warm applause and praise.
Vincent smiled reservedly. As the honorable Marquis of the Eastern Region, he actually looked down on these lowly, vulgar, profit-seeking businessmen from the bottom of his heart. If it wasn't for his own plan, he wouldn't sit at the same table with these people. At the round table.
Looking around, Marquis Vincent said: "I don't want to talk nonsense, and I don't want to be polite, so I will go straight to the point."
After a pause, Marquis Vincent picked up the silver teacup and took a sip. The fragrant and elegant aroma immediately reverberated in his mouth, which made him feel a little relieved, and continued:
"The reason why you all gathered here is because you don't want the food you hoarded so hard to be taken away by Earl Angelet of the North at a low price, but in the face of the strength of the North and the favoritism of Queen Aisha, you Not daring to resist openly.
However, don't worry, the Half-Elf Kingdom is not a territory of the North, let alone a garden that Queen Aisha can fiddle with! "
Hearing this, the half-elven merchants sitting around the table were immediately refreshed, and looked at Marquis Vincent expectantly.
"I can tell you clearly that Silvermoon City is about to undergo a huge change! From now on, this place is no longer a place where Queen Elsa or Count Angelet can cover the sky with one hand!
So, everyone, I wonder if you would like to contribute to this? "
As soon as this remark came out, the half-elven merchants expressed their willingness to cooperate with Marquis Vincent's actions.
They had already seen clearly that Queen Aisha was a puppet supported by Count Angelet, and even the child in her belly was most likely Count Angelet's.
It is impossible for such a queen to safeguard the interests of the half-elf kingdom, let alone win the support of these half-elf merchants.
Marquis Vincent nodded in satisfaction, and said: "Okay, since everyone is so enthusiastic, then I can rest assured. I have arranged for people to do the conspiracy, calculation, and even the fight. As for everyone, I only hope that you can Do something within your power.”
"Master Marquis, if you need us to do anything, please tell us directly!" Javier immediately stood up and asked on behalf of all the half-elf merchants.
Marquis Vincent also stood up from his seat, his gloomy gaze slowly swept across every half-elf businessman, and then he said in a concentrated voice:
"I want you to burn all your food stocks!"
"What?"
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the half-elf merchants changed drastically. They never thought that the Marquis of the Eastern Realm would ask them to do such a thing.
"What? Don't you want to do it?" Marquis Vincent asked coldly.
Faced with such questioning, the half-elf merchants immediately lowered their heads and dared not speak.
But after a moment of silence, a half-elf businessman finally stood up and said, "Master Marquis, what you did is even worse than Count Angelet!
Although his bid is very low, at least we will not lose money, but if you do this, we will suffer huge losses!
Instead, we might as well cooperate with Count Angelet. "
Marquis Vincent chuckled and said, "Did you know? This is the first objection I have received since I came to Silvermoon City."
The half-elf businessman stuck his neck and said forcefully: "Master Marquis, if you still disregard the interests of your allies like this, you will only receive more opposition in the future!"
"Are you teaching me a lesson?"
"Don't dare! I'm just advising you."
"Persuasion?" Marquis Vincent stood up calmly, walked slowly behind the half-elf businessman, put his hands on his shoulders, and said with a smile, "But do you know? You are qualified to use such a tone The only one who talks to me is my father, the Duke of the East!"
Just as the half-elf businessman was about to continue his defense, he saw surprise and disbelief in the eyes of others.
Before he could figure out what was going on, Marquis Vincent behind him grinned and picked up the dessert knife on the table, grabbed his hair with all his might, and then slammed it into his eyes!
Driven by a huge impact, the not-so-sharp table knife pierced the half-elf businessman's eyeballs without any hindrance, and penetrated into his brain. The blood and brains splashed on the white tablecloth, like Blossoming flowers.
The pitiful howling sounded like killing a pig, but it became weaker and weaker, and finally fell into a deathly silence.
Marquis Vincent seemed to have done a trivial thing, calmly took out a white silk handkerchief, wiped the blood stained on his hand, and then covered the corpse in front of him casually.
After doing this, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, as if the violence accumulated since entering Silvermoon City had finally been vented.
"Now, who else is against?"
(end of this chapter)