Chapter 472 Persecution and Deadlock

"Are you that Roddy? I'm Catherine of the Bolton family. During this period of time, there have been many rumors about you in Everta. They all said that you became the guest of Duke Sally—hehe, this It also made the group of untouchables like to discuss, but I don't believe in that kind of messy story..."

Rody raised his eyebrows, not quite understanding the opponent's way.

"Don't look at me that way, I'm just interested in your previous deeds... Well, do you have time to go to my manor and have a good chat?"

As she spoke, she licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, her fingers seemingly unintentionally across her chest, her eyes full of ambiguity.

Roddy swallowed his saliva in fright.

In fact, it was all his fuss: most of the nobles in this era are very open-minded, young men and women who don’t know each other at the banquet will have a "one-night stand" directly... that is completely as normal as drinking water and eating.

But after being surprised, Rody just felt a little funny, shook his head and said, "Miss Catherine, I'm a baron in a fringe territory, and those things are just rumors, besides... I'm already engaged."

"Hehehe, engaged, tsk tsk..."

Catherine's smile suddenly turned cold. Not to mention engagement, after marriage, nobles with children running around all over the place are looking for women in various ways. Roddy's reason is really bad. She opened her mouth to continue to say something, but seeing Rody's impenetrable appearance, she snorted coldly, turned and walked away.

As soon as the exquisite folding fan was closed, Catherine came to her girlfriends in a few steps, and these aristocratic ladies who were also heavily made up, wearing lace corsets and long skirts immediately surrounded them——

"I never thought that Catherine would be rejected one day~"

"Isn't your big breasts invincible? Why is it useless to this country bumpkin?"

"Go, go, don't provoke me, if you accept the bet, I'll give you that set of jewelry."

It turned out that Catherine came to Rody because of a bet with her sisters. To put it bluntly, these boudoir wives are too boring. Seeing Rody as an alternative existence is funny, so she "draws lots" and pushes someone out to tease her.

"How is it? Tell me how it feels!"

"I feel like a fart. I'm an idiot. My chest is about to fall out. He doesn't even turn his eyes. I really wonder if he likes men..." Catherine stood up her proud capital, and the small fan in her hand was elegant. Shaking, "Those rumors are probably false, this kind of person is not like a nobleman at all. Look at his clothes,

As if afraid of being noticed by others. "

"Oh, you are actually angry because you were rejected, right? Our Catherine seems to have never failed!"

"Come on, I didn't use all my strength at all. These men... are all like wild dogs. If you throw some meat, they will wag their tails and cut."

Bolton Territory is one of the richer territories in the southern part of Efta. As the daughter of the lord, Catherine has a higher status among these women, so no one will make fun of her after saying this—after all, among nobles In their eyes, the meaning of Rody's existence is just a "joke".

Just smile and throw it away.

Naturally, Rody didn't know what those women were thinking. He was looking at the two lords who had just appeared in front of him, and greeted warmly: "Viscount Anru and Earl Bollach, I haven't seen you for a while. No, I was quite surprised by the 'gift' you gave me."

He chuckled, as if the two nobles really gave him some treasure.

An Ru, who originally wanted to make a sarcastic expression, suddenly had a bright expression on his face. He opened his mouth slightly and paused for a second, then replied with a forced smile: "Where is it, Baron Roddy was joking. But this time I came here... to give to Duke Sally Is it powerful? Baron Rody can't help you with the matter of the Kern Mountains, right?"

This is a tit-for-tat answer. Everyone knows what the other party is doing, and some things don't need to be explained at all.

"Korn Mountains? Are you referring to the mountains next to the Da Vinci Forest? Is it related to this safari?"

Rody looked at him suspiciously, and Anru and Boracchi immediately looked at each other with this retort question, but after thinking about it, they didn't think it was an act: According to the thinking of ordinary nobles, the "Futhorium Mine" knew The fewer people there, the better. If Sally wants to monopolize the rich thorium mine without telling Rody, it's normal to think no matter what.

"Oh, I just said the wrong place, and my brain is not working very well. I will start hunting tomorrow. I hope Baron Rody can gain something and enjoy... the fun of hunting."

The two were too lazy to continue their greetings, and left after dropping this plausible threat. Roddy looked at their backs with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"As far as your exploration knowledge is concerned... tsk tsk."

He shook his head and sat down in the armchair beside him.

At the same time, on the Kern Mountains, more than 40 kilometers away from the venue, teams of slaves were digging deep into the mine while the supervisor shouted.

Because the time requested by Viscount Anru and others was too urgent, the "mine support" that originally took half a year to complete could only be done hastily using wood to support it - there were many temporary piles outside each mine. The wood is obviously waiting for the hole to be dug deeper to support it.

The miners worked day and night, and the rare thorium unearthed was continuously screened out, recorded in the accounts by the housekeeper belonging to Viscount Anru, and then carefully collected. Under the lighting of clusters of torches, the urging voices of the supervisors echoed in my ears. The state of this place is similar to that of all other mines in the kingdom, and everyone is repeating monotonous work.

However, in several mines, miners kept reporting the strange things they encountered:

"My lord supervisor, the rock formation has suddenly hardened, and they are all black stones. It is difficult for us to dig out..."

"Don't give me an excuse! After digging for so many days, tell me today that I can't dig it?!"

"But--"

"Snapped!"

The sound of the whip waving interrupted the dissatisfaction of the miners, and even inadvertently covered the soft sound of the wings of the pintail sand cone in the air, while Nata, the wood elf riding on the big bird, tried to widen her eyes, With the "night vision" talent, try to remember the positions of the mines marked by torches in the field of vision.

Soon, the black shadow quietly returned to the brightly lit Pakaro City.

*****

"auctions?"

At the banquet that was still going on, Sally frowned and looked at the Viscount Anru in front of her—after the lengthy greeting ceremony, the highlight of the "Ownership of the Futhor Silver Mine" was about to take place soon, but let her Unexpectedly... these nobles actually chose the form of "auction".

"Baron Panini thinks that it is difficult for him to fully develop the resources of this mine, so he is willing to put it up for auction. Of course, in the end, 15% of the auction amount will be included in the tax of the territory and delivered to you."

This thing sounds fair. But after thinking about it carefully, Sally's face darkened...

The information on her side is incomplete and opaque, and her funds are not considered poor compared to this group of allied nobles. These two fatal flaws alone are enough to put her at an extreme disadvantage.

reject?

At present, Sally does not have the position to veto everything at all. As long as she says "refusal", she will be completely out of touch with this mine, and her goal of reaching Vincy Territory with such great efforts will also be completely impossible to achieve.

So now she could only bite the bullet and agree, and looked at Rody for help—but the latter was talking to the wood elf at the edge of the banquet venue, and he didn't seem to notice Sally's plight at all.

"We will hold an auction here in an hour, and everyone will be watching. The list of lords who are eligible to participate in the auction is here. I hope...Duke Sally can have the expected harvest tonight."

Viscount Anru handed out a piece of parchment. He smiled sincerely, but he couldn't hide the teasing in his eyes, which made Sally extremely annoyed.

The preheating of the banquet was almost done at this time, and the music played by the band changed from soothing concerto to dance music, which meant that the whole banquet was about to enter the stage of "leading dance" - usually, "leading dance" is determined by the status of the party The highest one was turned on, so when the music sounded, most people turned their attention to the lord of Efta...

Sally was already in a bad mood, and she couldn't help frowning after feeling the gazes from all around her. She was not interested in dancing at all, so she was about to decline when she opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, the figure of Viscount Senna appeared in front of her.

The most influential noble heir in the southern part of the kingdom is personable. In terms of "image" alone, he can completely outshine all the other young talents present. Obviously, it is not without reason that he is well-versed in the noble circle.

Senna's appearance seemed to be what everyone expected, and the other nobles who were about to make a move immediately gave up the idea of ​​inviting Sally to dance. Senna looked around, and lightly adjusted the extremely eye-catching ice blue dress, and there was a point of undisguised pride on the corners of his slightly raised mouth.

"Senna Lexridge? Von Milnor, may I have the honor to invite you—the beautiful lord of Efta—to open this grand banquet together?"

Convoluted and complicated vocabulary is a compulsory course for nobles to compliment each other. Senna has no resistance to a high-ranking and beautiful girl like Sally. From the first sight, she has all kinds of thoughts in her heart. . But at this time, he looked like an upright gentleman, instead of using the "hand kiss" to show his favor, he bowed down and bowed like a nobleman in a respectful manner.

For ordinary aristocratic girls, such an elegant young man must be the first choice for a dance partner, but Senna knows...it is not so easy for him to succeed.

Sally shook her head unsurprisingly: "I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well, so I won't dance today."

The answer without even a word of extra modesty was very blunt, but Senna was not shallow, the smile on his face remained unchanged, and he immediately replied: "I'm afraid there is no one who dares to say that he is qualified to dance the first dance at such a grand banquet." ? To put it bluntly, with the beauty and wisdom of Duke Sally, I am afraid that he is the only lord present who can do it."

The silent persecution made Sally frowned slightly. A son of a foreign lord ran to his territory to show off his power. This was a slap in the face, but judging by the other party's behavior, I am afraid that a straightforward rejection would not help...

This is the shortcoming of the young lord's lack of prestige: if Sally had half the power of her father Angmar, how could such a character be allowed to jump in front of her at this moment?

The nobles at the scene looked at the two meaningfully, and no one planned to come out to dissuade them... Obviously, everyone was waiting for Sally to make a fool of herself.

But when the two faced each other in silence, a word suddenly broke the deadlock.

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