Chapter 245, Marienburg's Smugglers

The fierce battle at Turis Castle was in full swing. At the same time, the Duchy of Connaught, Musilon.

A caravan is trying to get into town.

This caravan held a black skull flag, several carriages escorted a lot of exquisite noble items and magic gems of the empire, two coachmen in plain clothes but carrying a lot of weapons drove the car, a tall gangster like a ruffian Guards, and two half-elves in gray robes with composite bows on their backs, guarded a richly decorated carriage.

The high wall in the distance of Mu Xilong is like a symbol of the end of the world. The huge wall tens of meters high can't even see the end at all, leaving only endless shock and oppression.

The flood of years ago caused a devastating blow to the Duke of Connaught. Although even the flood from the fairy in the lake could not break through the high wall of Musillon, there was already a mess outside the wall of Musillon, piles of ruins The cemetery, dilapidated and piled up all show that Mu Xilong has lost the prosperity of the past.

Of course, the caravan was stopped: "Who are you? Please show the paperwork or notification."

"We are from Fort Marien, Baron Hal Harris's trading partner. Take this and go in and tell him that what he wants is here!" It was covered with all kinds of gold and silver jewelry, his voice was very dull and out of shape, and a chapter of documents was thrown on the guard's face: "Take a look! Idiot!"

Judging from this hand alone, the owner of the hand weighs more than two hundred and fifty catties.

The guard took the document, and sure enough, the von Carstein family's coat of arms was stamped on the document: "Please wait a moment, I will go back and report to Baron Harris immediately!"

"Hmph!" An impatient snort came from inside the carriage, and at the same time, the guard could faintly hear the woman's strange voice.

A guard went in, and a low-level vampire guard was still full of vigilance towards the caravan. He carefully observed the strange caravan. There were two plainly dressed drivers carrying a lot of weapons, one with blond hair and a sword and shield. , a blond guard in full armour, two half-elven archers in gray robes, and a steady and cautious steward in a beret and goatee.

The coachman looked rogue and vigilant, the blond guard looked like a hooligan, but looked a little nervous, and the butler just frowned and said nothing.

The curtain of the carriage was opened, and a huge fat body was piled up in the middle of the carriage like a hill. His fat face had a thick beard, and a pair of small eyes were squeezed into a slit by the fat. , a pair of small round-rimmed glasses shone with a terrifying light, and his smile was full of magic, as if he could steal any mortal's money.

He is holding a beautiful woman in his left arm. This woman has a very sweet appearance. She has long black-brown shawl hair scattered and bold makeup. Grapes were put into his mouth. The woman was only wearing a low-cut, drop-shoulder, short-sleeved skirt. The fat man's hands stretched directly above her breasts, rubbing them constantly. This woman's face was full of indulgence. expression, and even deliberately made a lot of noise.

This must be a whore (harmony) woman! It's still the kind that was wrapped up! The guard thought unwillingly.

There is also a woman in the carriage, she has long shiny black hair, and a tear mole next to her slender Danfeng eyes, but she has a very ugly hooked nose, which seems to be the reason, her face She looked world-weary, as if everyone owed her five hundred kronor.

This should be a maid, so the guard thought: she has a good figure, but she is too ugly.

After a while, a vampire lord appeared. He had a pale face and a hairless head. When he saw the fat businessman in front of him, he said in disbelief, "Hofler? Unbelievable, time After a few years, you have become like this, and I can no longer recognize you."

"I'm stronger and fatter, my friend,

Also, I'm not Hoeffler now, I'm Gabe Newell, a harmless, self-made Marienburg businessman. "The fat businessman looked like a dandy. He rubbed his hands vigorously, causing the woman beside him to burst into tears. Then he stretched out his hand from her neckline: "I'll hand it over now. It's ready. "

"Delivery? How many years ago was our last transaction? Five years? Six years?" The vampire lord was quite vigilant, and he looked at the fat businessman in front of him suspiciously: "Are you really Hoffman? I don't feel like it."

"Seven years and eight months, and, come on, I'm Gabe now, Gabe Newell! Also, you know how hard it is for your Von Carstein family to get something, where can I find it once?" So much? Since Karl Franz ascended the throne, the empire has strictly checked the direction of all kinds of luxury goods and magic ores. If I get a little more, I will be on the hanging list for this month!" Gabe Newell stretched out He stretched out his fat hand, pointed at the vampire lord Hal, and said impatiently.

"Then why did you get so much now?" The vampire lord was still a little skeptical.

"It took me several years to save it. Every year, I would take a few batches of goods on my hands. I kept a little bit of it privately, saying that it was transportation loss. It took several years to get the number you want! That old miser Schultz still has to check for a long time every time, is this your attitude?" The fat businessman chattered.

The vampire lord thought about it for a while. Indeed, after the new Grand Duke Schultz of Marienburg took office, the vampires lurking in the upper layers of Marienburg would be in trouble. Schultz could easily distinguish vampires, catch one and kill a group The trade network that the vampires had spent hundreds of years building was badly damaged, and the businessman in front of him was one of the few businessmen who escaped capture.

"Okay, should you let me in?" The fat businessman looked calm, but he was just a little impatient.

The vampire lord was about to give the order to let him go, when he suddenly felt that the man with the goatee and the housekeeper's attire was a bit strange. He looked about forty years old, with his head bowed, and his eyes were full of caution and calmness, so he continued to question He said, "That's not right, what about your old butler who talked a lot? I remember that your previous butler wasn't like this."

"That brat? Ah! Don't mention him to me. I secretly withheld the goods to trade with you. As a result, that kid also learned to steal my goods and was killed by me. Now I changed to an honest and steady one. Calculations are slow, but solid," Gabe Newell explained.

"And your former lover, Keira?" The vampire lord Hal still couldn't believe it.

"My lady of wealth! That happened so many years ago." The fat businessman yelled: "Later, when I got rich, I accidentally broke her spine when I was drunk. It’s a lot of money to cremate her with a silver coin, and it hurts my heart just thinking about it!”

These living people are really a bunch of stupid pigs, the vampire lord Hal thought, and he finally had no doubts.

"Okay, you continue to doubt me, how many people do you think are willing to take the risk of being burned at the stake to make a deal with you?" Gabe Newell, a fat businessman from Marienburg, reached out to Hal. A thumbs up, and then showed a very magical smile: "Now you always believe it's me?"

"The last question, how many times have we traded?" Hal nodded, and the vampire lord had already begun to believe it.

"More than two times, but less than four times." Gabe Newell looked confused, he compared with his fingers for a long time, and finally gave a strange answer.

"Okay, my friend, Gabe Newell, welcome to Mousillon, come and let me go." The vampire lord finally felt completely relieved, because he had the deepest memory of the person in front of him.

This rich second-generation businessman can't count to three.

On the way into the city, the vampire lord looked at the two half-elves in gray robes, and said to Gabe Newell: "It's really rare that you can hire half-elves, can you let them sell some blood?" Give it to me? The price is negotiable."

"Half-elves are easy to hire, my friend." Gabe Newell said nonchalantly, his voice seemed to be distorted by the pressure of fat on his vocal cords: "Many people are willing to fight, as long as the price is right, half-elves will also want to fight." Money, but also food, those high elves don't want to see them, and humans also treat them as aliens."

Hearing these words, the faces of the two half-elves showed uncomfortable expressions: "There is no such regulation in our employment contract, sir."

"Yes, yes, we must have the spirit of contract, my friend, Hal Harris." Gabe Newell spread his hands helplessly: "Or you can discuss the price with them yourself? I only take 30% Well, I'm not a miser after all."

miser! vampire! Whether it is a vampire lord or a half-elf, this expression is on the face.

With the permission of the vampire lord, the caravan finally entered the city of Mousilon. The city adopts strict entry and wide exit. Dense streets and dirty corners can be seen everywhere in the city. There are taverns, pharmacies, bookstores and a large number of hunters everywhere The places where people are having fun, and places where flesh and blood are traded are even exposed in broad daylight. The shops sell all kinds of taboo books, cult accessories, poisons and assassination instruments. Harmony.

The caravan group came to the inner fort of Mousilon Castle. In front of Merovingian Castle, undead guards and vampires appeared from the shadows, counting the goods, and they paid for the goods with large sums of real money. The vampire lord Hal He said expressionlessly: "You came at a bad time. We are fighting Bordello at the front line. The Blood Red Duke and his army have left the city. I will be leaving soon. You can do whatever you want."

"Hey, I don't plan to leave so fast. I'm going to hold an event called Steam Summer Special." The fat businessman stretched out a fat hand and gave a thumbs up: "I will stay here for two more days."

"Steam summer special?" Hal opened the heavy wooden box, which contained many precious magic ores, and many luxury goods of the imperial nobles. The vampire lord stretched out his pale hand and grabbed a glass wine glass inlaid with gems. Nodding with satisfaction: "Our trade contract has always been valid, right?"

The vampires of the von Carstein family like the luxury goods of the imperial nobles the most, and they charge as much as they have.

"Yes, it's always valid, provided I'm still alive." Gabe Newell smiled.

"As long as you can supply us with supplies for a long time, you will not only live forever, but also live well. One day, if you feel that your life is coming to an end, we can help you." The vampire lord Hal said himself The pale face approached Gabe Newell's fat face, and then motioned his subordinates to put away the goods: "I hope you don't take so long to deliver the goods next time."

"I try my best."

All the goods in the cart were unloaded, and the vampire's gold and silver quickly filled the Marienburg merchant's carriage, and then the Marienburg merchant's carriage turned around and drove towards the street of Musillon.

Hal was still counting the goods, when the young Matthew Bud appeared, the young knight looked at Hal's things: "Where did this come from?"

"It's Marienburg, my business partner. It's not your turn to intervene in the affairs of the von Carstein family, young man." Hal, the vampire lord, would not have turned around at all. He wouldn't even talk to the young knight-errant if he didn't cooperate.

Matthew Bud really wanted to kill the vampire lord in front of him with a sword, but he knew he couldn't do it. At most, he would cut a piece of black smoke, or watch him turn into countless bats. He was planning to continue asking the caravan Lich King Arkhan walked out of Merovingian Castle holding a staff burning with blue flames: "My godson, get ready, we are about to move on to the next plan."

"Okay, my godfather." Matthew Bud could only give Hal a hard look, then turned and left with Akhan.

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With one deal, the fat businessman made huge profits. He rented out two small rooms and a large room with a courtyard in the hotel. The hotel owner and his fellows took a lot of gold and began to prepare Great dinner.

This hotel is a two-story large wooden house with a small courtyard and high walls. After the caravan came in, the door was locked immediately. After confirming that no one was following or monitoring them, the fat businessman and the caravan Everyone started to put down their luggage and packages, and put the cart in the courtyard.

Gabe Newell took out a bottle of water and wiped it on his face: "Sneaking in is more difficult than I imagined. I think that vampire has already suspected me. Emilia said that this mask is valid for three days. We The task must be completed within three days."

The woman in the low-cut sleeveless dress clutched her chest in tears as she pinched Gabe Newell's waist angrily.

"Damn it! Ryan, you are so weak, you hurt me!"

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