"Ahem...can we drink this wine?"
In the living room of the palace, a half-elf businessman asked with a hoarse throat.
They were invited here by Count Angelet, but only halfway through the conversation, the assassination of Marquis Vincent happened.
After Earl Angelet left, the group of half-elf merchants who had been hungry for most of the day looked at the red wine in front of them and couldn't help it.
But even so, no one dared to be the first to touch the drink.
"Take a sip and drink less, it should be fine." Someone suggested.
But although the speaker made this suggestion, he did not do it himself.
There was another unbearable silence.
Finally, Javier couldn't hold his breath any longer. Under the surprised eyes of others, he drank the drink in front of him in one gulp, and then said loudly:
"Where is the maid? Please fill me with wine!"
However, embarrassingly, no maid came in at all.
Javier snorted softly, and immediately stood up, but just as he was about to go out, the armored guards standing beside him immediately stepped forward to stop him.
Javier didn't dare to force his way, so he could only politely say, "I just want to find a maid to serve the wine."
But the guard didn't say a word, just stopped in front of Javier.
Javier could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and asked loudly: "We have been sitting here for a long time, can't we just ask for some wine to quench our thirst? Is this the way of hospitality in the palace?"
As soon as the words fell, an indifferent voice came from outside the hall: "Hospitality? Mr. Havel, do you think you are a guest?"
Javier froze on the spot when he heard this familiar voice.
A group of half-elven merchants watched Colin stride into the hall, with gloating at Javier's misfortune and anxiety about their own fate in their eyes.
At the same time, they were even more curious about whether the assassination of Marquis Vincent was successful
If Marquis Vincent really died in Silvermoon City, then the East Territory would definitely not let it go.
It's a pity that when Colin came in, his expression was the same as when he left, calm and indifferent, as if nothing had happened, and the half-elf merchants couldn't see any clues from it.
"Uncle, Lord Earl... I..."
Colin walked past Javier without looking at him, and sat down on the main seat, interrupted Javier who was hesitating, and said:
"In my eyes, you are now criminals participating in the rebellion, not guests! Who else among you can't understand your situation?"
Colin glanced around, seeing that no one dared to look at him, so he turned back to Javier.
"Mr. Havel, do you have any comments on my previous proposal?"
"I... I think the earl's proposal is very reasonable! Our half-elf business community really needs a unified foreign trade organization, so as to avoid unnecessary internal disputes."
Javier got such an opportunity, and quickly sang praises to Colin's proposal, trying to get rid of the bad feeling he had left on Colin by his rash behavior just now.
He also wanted to understand that whether the half-elven merchants were willing or not, Colin would not continue to let them escape from control.
The establishment of the Half-Elf Foreign Trade Company was unstoppable.
Therefore, since you can't resist, then simply be a little more proactive, maybe you can win some impression points, and even seek a good position in the half-elf business world that is about to undergo a major reshuffle.
Sure enough, Colin was very satisfied with this interesting half-elf businessman, and the indifference on his face eased a little. He glanced around at the rest of the half-elf businessmen present and asked:
"What about the others? What's your opinion?"
At this time, the rest of the half-elf merchants naturally did not dare to be the first bird, and expressed their approval one after another.
"Okay! That's the decision!" Colin clapped his hands, stood up, held up the wine glass in front of him, and said loudly, "Let's toast together to celebrate the establishment of the Half-Elf Foreign Trade Company!"
Ding ding ding.
Amid the crisp clinking of glasses, the half-elf merchants drank the red wine in their glasses with smiles on their faces, but the hidden emotions were particularly complicated.
…
After a great chaos, Silvermoon City regained its calm.
However, the trauma left by the rebellion could not be healed in a short period of time, and patrolling blood cavalry squads could be seen everywhere on the streets.
The bodies of the rebels who died in battle have been cleaned up, but the bodies of the executed half-elf nobles who participated in the rebellion are still hanging in the central square of the city.
When the citizens of Silvermoon City passed by here, they couldn't help sneaking a few glances at those gentlemen who used to be high above them, feeling both fear and indescribable pleasure in their hearts.
For ordinary half-elves, this political storm is just a nightmare. They don't care too much about who wins and who loses, and just want to live their peaceful lives.
In a luxurious villa in the commercial district of Silvermoon City, Javier was welcoming several familiar half-elf businessmen into the living room.
After exchanging greetings for a while, they all fell into silence.
Seeing that the atmosphere was gradually becoming awkward, Javier, as the host, coughed lightly and said, "I have received definite news that Marquis Vincent has been assassinated and died!"
"What? Are you sure?"
"Sure." Javier nodded sullenly, "He was killed by Duke Merdewing."
"Duke Merdewing?"
The rest of the half-elf businessmen looked at each other in dismay, and they all found the news a bit unbelievable.
When Javier saw this, he explained: "I guess, the Duke of Merdewing felt that the Marquis of Vincent used a conspiracy to force himself into the rebellion, so he harbored hatred and took advantage of the two being imprisoned together Given the opportunity, the sneak attack killed Marquis Vincent."
"It is possible..."
"Furthermore, I also sent someone to carefully observe the corpse of Duke Merdivyn on the city square, his corpse was obviously more rotten than the corpses of other half-elven nobles.
This meant that the Duke of Merdewyn was already dead before he was executed.
And I also heard that after the Duke of Merdewing killed the Marquis of Vincent in the palace, he knew that he would not survive, so he committed suicide on the spot. This caused him to die earlier than other half-elven nobles. "
The half-elf merchants nodded one after another, feeling that Javier's news was even more true.
"Then, Mr. Havel, what should we do? Marquis Vincent died in Silvermoon City, and the East Territory will never let it go. We will continue to form a half-elf foreign trade company according to Earl Angelet's request." ?"
Javier sneered and said disdainfully, "Do we still have a choice now?"
Now everyone stopped talking.
Indeed, even if the East Territory will avenge Marquis Vincent, the current Silvermoon City is still under the control of Earl Angelet. If he wants to get rid of a group of disobedient half-elf businessmen, he will just shoot him to death A few flies make no difference.
Javier took everyone's expressions into his eyes, and said again: "However, we can't do nothing."
"Mr. Havel, what do you think?"
"Do you all believe me?" Javier didn't answer immediately, but asked in a deep voice.
"Of course I believe you!"
"You have always been the leader of our half-elven business community!"
"Yes, Mr. Havel, now we can only rely on you!"
…
Hearing everyone's flattery, Javier's face turned pale, but then he waved his hands reservedly and said:
"Since everyone trusts me, I'll just say it straight.
In my opinion, if we want to maintain the independence of the half-elven business world, we must seek foreign aid, otherwise, it is impossible for us alone to defeat Queen Aisha and Earl Angelet. "
"Mr. Havel, who is the foreign aid you are talking about?"
"Of course it's the East Territory!"
"East?"
"Yes." Javier said confidently, "Now the news of Marquis Vincent's death is still being blocked, obviously, Queen Aisha and Count Angelet don't want the East Territory to know the news so soon.
But if we surreptitiously pass on this message..."
A half-elf businessman couldn't help shivering when he thought of the possible turmoil, and said, "If the Eastern Realm really sends troops again, won't our industry be damaged again?"
"Idiot!" Javier scolded unceremoniously, "Only when the eastern border and the northern border fight, can we have both sides, and the possibility of bargaining on both sides. In this state, we can only be slaughtered by Earl Angelet!"
"But, will the Eastern Realm really send troops to Silvermoon City?" one person asked worriedly.
After all, the destruction of the Pegasus Legion was just around the corner, and the San Pros family might not send troops for Marquis Vincent.
Javier smiled calmly, and said: "This requires us to make some efforts, so that the Duke of St. Pros has to send troops."
Everyone was immediately refreshed and asked quickly:
"what should we do?"
(end of this chapter)