The air in the entire conference hall froze.
No one dared to make a sound, and even tried their best to control their breathing.
The strong bloody smell gradually permeated, and all the half-elven businessmen present finally realized one thing - nobles can kill people!
No matter how gentle and gentle they are, how kind and friendly they are, but from beginning to end, the rule of the nobles is based on violence.
In front of the nobles, no matter how rich they are, merchants are just lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Marquis Vincent used a bloody corpse to make the half-elven businessmen here recognize the cold reality again.
Some people's faces were livid, and they dared not speak out, some were terrified, their eyes dodged, and some were dejected and completely resigned to their fate...
Javier was also sweating at this time, and his heart was full of remorse.
He thought he had invited a strong supporter, but he didn't expect that this was not a strong supporter, it was another jackal!
Instead, he felt that he might as well have followed Earl Angelet...
Just when everyone was sitting on pins and needles, a half-elf businessman raised his hand hesitantly, and said falteringly: "Hou... Lord Marquis... that... I drank too much water... I want to make it easier..."
Marquis Vincent glanced at the man and said coldly, "Hold on!"
The man's face turned pale, he nodded with a dry smile, and seemed to be talking to himself: "Okay, okay, I can...be patient..."
The conference room was full of oppressive atmosphere, almost suffocating.
Finally, Marquis Vincent spoke again: "Continuing the topic just now, I know that you love your own food, but if you want to change Silvermoon City, how can you not pay the price
Hehe, do you really expect to enjoy the benefits without having to do anything? "
Marquis Vincent glanced around, and found that no one dared to look at him, and no one dared to refute, so his tone softened a bit, and said:
"Of course, after the matter is completed, you will also have a share of the benefits you get, which may be able to make up for your losses."
Hearing this, everyone smiled happily and praised the kindness and generosity of the St. Pross family.
Watching the face-changing performances of these profit-seeking businessmen, Marquis Vincent sneered in his heart, but he didn't show it on the surface.
So far, the two sides have finally reached an agreement that the half-elven merchants will set their granaries on fire at the appointed time according to the request of Marquis Vincent, causing chaos. They will receive part of the compensation from the Eastern Territory.
However, Marquis Vincent did not mention how much and how to compensate.
In the past, the half-elven merchants would have scoffed at such empty promises, but now, facing the mighty Marquis Vincent and that bloody corpse, they didn't dare to ask any more questions.
At this time, they can only comfort themselves - the reputation of the St. Pross family should still be credible.
Seeing that the goal was achieved, Marquis Vincent ignored the enthusiasm of the merchants and walked out.
Outside the door, the low-key carriage was still parked in place, but there were some more guards around.
Marquis Vincent dismissed Javier and the others impatiently, walked to the carriage alone, and asked the knight standing beside him, "Duke Merdewing is here?"
The knight's expression froze, he shook his head and said, "My lord, the Duke of Merdewing doesn't want to come."
Marquis Vincent frowned, and was about to curse, but he heard the knight say: "However, we have invited the son of the Duke of Merdewing——Charlie Merdewing."
Marquis Vincent's expression softened slightly, and he asked, "How many sons does the Duke of Merdewing have?"
"Just this one."
"good."
Marquis Vincent nodded and stepped into the carriage.
The interior space of the car is very spacious, and the decoration is more low-key than the appearance, but it looks extraordinarily luxurious.
"Respected Marquis Vincent, welcome to Silvermoon City!"
Looking at the young boy in front of him, Marquis Vincent smiled and said, "Charlie, how old are you?"
"I am twelve years old, my lord Marquis."
Marquis Vincent nodded, gestured for Charlie to sit down, and then sat down himself. At the same time, he said with emotion: "Is your father afraid to come to see me because he is afraid that I will blame him for cheating on me last time?"
"Father lied to you?" Charlie asked blankly.
Marquis Vincent suddenly realized that the little guy in front of him didn't understand anything at all, and the reason why he appeared in his carriage was probably the result of the forces in the Merdewing family who were dissatisfied with Queen Aisha's rule.
Therefore, Marquis Vincent lost the desire to chat more with the kid, and said with a smile: "That's something old, so I won't go into details. Charlie, do you know why you came to see me?"
"Know."
"Oh why?"
"To overthrow Queen Aisha's rule!" Charlie said in a childish voice, with a very serious expression on his face.
Marquis Vincent looked at the little boy in front of him with great interest, and continued to ask: "Then tell me, how to overthrow Queen Aisha's rule?"
"Queen Aisha is about to give birth, so I will take this opportunity to lead the Silver Moon Guards into the palace and force her to return the throne to the Mordiveh family!"
"So, are you sure you can get the Silver Moon Guard to obey your orders?"
"Yes!"
"But the commander of the Silver Moon Guard is obviously your father? Will he agree with your actions?"
"Father is a coward!" Charlie said disdainfully, "But, I have met all the uncles of the Silver Moon Guard, and they all support me!"
"It's so powerful!" Marquis Vincent praised, but sneered in his heart—
Half-elf nobles really have the guts to let a brat stand in front of them!
However, Marquis Vincent certainly would not remind Charlie that his group of "uncles" were just afraid of taking responsibility and pushed him out as the first bird.
Marquis Vincent's praise made Charlie raise his head proudly, as if he had seen the scene of the annoying Queen Aisha begging for forgiveness in front of him.
"Charlie, why do you want to overthrow Queen Aisha's rule?"
"Because the half-elf throne belongs to our Murdivyn family, and grandpa also told me that Elsa is a bad woman!"
Marquis Vincent froze for a moment before realizing that the "grandpa" Charlie was referring to was the half-elf old king, the husband of Queen Aisha.
Thinking of this, he showed a satisfied smile on his face, nodded and said: "Okay! You really deserve to be the young Yingjie of the Mordiven family! Don't worry, the East Realm doesn't like Queen Aisha either. When the time is right, I will Will stand up and support your Murdivyn family."
"Thank you for your support! The friendship between the St. Pros family and the Merdivyn family will last forever!"
Seeing that his own empty words made Charlie tearful, Marquis Vincent couldn't help sneering in his heart, and at the same time lamented—
The Modiwen family is really not as good as one generation after another.
The old king was a strong opponent that even the Duke of the Eastern Region had to take seriously. As for Prince William, the current Duke of Merdewing, although he was not smart, he could at least see the situation clearly, and when it came to Charlie...
Of course, Marquis Vincent certainly wouldn't care about the future of the Merdewing family, and he didn't have any psychological burden on sending a teenage child to the battlefield.
After encouraging Charlie a few more words, Marquis Vincent sent him away.
Sitting alone in the carriage, Marquis Vincent fell into deep thought.
He knew very well that it was still a dream to turn the current Silvermoon City upside down just by relying on those half-elf merchants and the Silvermoon Guard commanded by a brat.
But fortunately, his plan is far more than that.
Thinking of this, Marquis Vincent reached out and slammed the side wall of the carriage, and ordered:
"Go to the Temple of Fate."
(end of this chapter)