Chapter 381 Whirlpool (8)

After stepping off the carriage, the cold wind from the lake blew on [Ernst Fuller]'s face, causing him to subconsciously tighten his neck.

Fuller was full of hope when he was invited to meet Baron Granach at his hotel.

However, when Fuller saw the rows of carriages parked in the hotel grounds and the coachmen waiting in the leeward corner, his enthusiasm cooled down a little.

The guard wearing a saber checked the invitation, opened the door for Fuller without saying a word, and made a "please" gesture.

"Don't you need to search me?" Fuller pretended to be relaxed and funny.

The guard looked Fuller up and down, smiled contemptuously, and replied stiffly: "No one within five steps is an enemy of your lordship."

Fuller nodded politely, not taking it seriously.

Entering the living room, Fuller's mood became even heavier.

Everyone is here.

From the old Schmid, the die-hard supporter of Mayor Wupper, to the loyal ally of Senator Servetus like "Iron Hand" Geisberg;

From a large workshop owner with eleven forges to a small businessman like Fuller who only inherits a specialized workshop;

All the sellers who participated in the bargaining alliance appeared in Baron Granach's living room at this moment.

Fuller hid his uneasiness, first went to several elders and big workshop owners to greet them one by one, and then walked towards several peers with whom he was familiar.

"What's going on?" Fuller asked in a low voice.

"I don't know what to do!" A small workshop owner who was familiar with Fuller frowned: "I am also confused."

"Is it possible that the young baron wants to show off his powers completely?"

"Show us your cards? What cards do you want to show us? As long as we insist on refusing to let go, what cards does he have to show us? If we don't buy them in Steel Castle, where can we sell them to him?"

"That's right, that's right..."

The firewood was crackling in the hearth of the fireplace, and the fire was burning brightly. The living room was as hot as an iron smelting workshop, but Fuller's heart was as cold as his own forge.

"Hey, the imperial guy is so damn stingy." A small workshop owner unbuttoned his collar and complained angrily: "We are invited over and they don't even give us anything to quench our thirst."

The door was pushed open, and Carman, the baron's personal priest and interpreter, walked into the living room.

The iron-hand Geisberg, who had been waiting impatiently, stood in front of Father Kaman provocatively and asked in a rough voice: "Where is the Baron?"

Kaman replied politely: "The Baron is ill and cannot see guests."

There was a burst of dissatisfaction in the living room.

"What disease?"

Kaman coughed lightly: "Head trouble."

"Then what else does he ask us to do?" Iron Hand Geisberg's face turned from black to purple, almost bleeding: "Trick us?"

"You are invited here, of course, to discuss business." Kaman's expression was as calm as lake water, without any fear or flinching.

Iron Hand roared like thunder: "You can't see anyone, what's there to talk about!"

"The Baron is suddenly ill, and all matters big and small are now decided by the Madam." Carman raised his voice slightly, but his tone was still so gentle: "The business dealings between the Baron and you will be decided by the Madam from now on."

While the forge masters were still trying to understand what the priest meant, the door to the inner room opened again.

A young lady who was so graceful and beautiful that you couldn't help but hold your breath walked into the living room gracefully.

…

[the night before]

"Do you really want... to let me make the decision?" Anna leaned on Winters' chest, with no joy on her face, but a bit of fear.

Winters sniffed Anna's hair heartily and asked doubtfully: "Aren't you the one who always makes the decision?"

"But that's different!" Anna became extremely anxious. She sat up from the bed, looked at Winters, and asked angrily: "I shouldn't show up casually, let alone interact with strange men. People will say If you gossip, you will also gossip about me, and they will say ugly things..."

Winters didn't hear what Anna was saying at all. His eyes were fixed on Anna's beautiful body curves without blinking.

Ms. Navarre was too shy to be candid with Winters under good lighting conditions, and Winters never had the experience of seeing the scenery. At this moment, a once-in-a-lifetime fighter plane appeared, how could Winters be blinded by a few words.

Anna alertly noticed something strange, immediately pulled up her nightgown, then grabbed a pillow and threw it at Winters, but Winters caught it easily.

Winters was then kicked out of bed.

The intimate contact between the buttocks and the floor, and the friendly collision between the forehead and the chest of drawers, triggered two loud noises in succession.

Then, like toppling dominoes, a series of heavy footsteps quickly approached Winters' bedroom along the living room, corridor, and stairs.

Finally, the voice of Koch, who was in charge of the vigil, sounded outside the door.

Koch couldn't hide his panic: "Are you okay? What happened? Your Excellency."

"It's okay!" Winters replied reluctantly.

"Are you really okay?" Koch was doubtful.

Winters climbed onto the bed with difficulty: "It's okay."

Koch muttered a few words and left a little worried.

After finally getting rid of his overly dedicated subordinates, Winters turned to look at Anna, only to find Anna sitting on the bedside holding the quilt with tears in her eyes.

The quilt was like a barrier between the two of them.

Winters carefully lifted the quilt: "I know you are scared. But I am not worried about you at all. Do you know why?"

Anna snorted softly, wiped away her tears, and ignored Winters.

"Because I completely understand your emotions now." Winters got closer to Anna: "You feel nervous, scared, and at a loss, just like when I first went to the battlefield. But when you really step into the battlefield, everything The uneasiness and anxiety will disappear in an instant. Because what you are going to do is something you are fully qualified for.”

Anna allowed Winters to pull her into his arms.

"Instead of letting you hide behind the scenes and make plans, I would like you to take the stage. I trust you as much as I trust my eyes and hands. Not only do I trust your ability, even my father said, 'Navarre The young lady will do more than her mother."

Winters slightly altered his adoptive father's original words and kindly edited out the second half.

"General Serbetti really said that?" Anna asked suspiciously.

"Of course." Winters' face turned slightly red, but fortunately the light was dim so it was not obvious: "He also said you can hold up half a Veneta!"

Ana burst into tears and smiled: "Lie."

"Okay, just smile." Winters breathed a sigh of relief and held Anna in his arms: "Seeing you shed tears makes my heart twitch. Don't worry about people gossiping, they will all be amazed by you in the end. Your wisdom is greater than your beauty."

Anna sighed softly.

"Actually, the reason why I want you to come forward to deal with those workshop owners is a little selfish." Winters changed the topic and enlightened Anna from another angle: "I have been struggling for so long, but the result is that the Steel Castle people want to join forces to raise the price. , but you have to clean up the mess for me. And I really hate the hypocrisy of socializing with those workshop owners. I would rather jump into the Rose Lake for three times, than fake a smile with those guys again. "

Anna bit Winters' arm lightly and said angrily: "Are you saying that I like hypocritical social interactions?"

"I mean you're better at it." Winters said a little more.

"Forget it, I'll let you go this time." Anna leaned against Winters and exhaled, "But you never told me about your first time on the battlefield."

Anna's hot breath brushed against Winters' chest, making Winters feel a little itchy. But he still rigorously corrected his previous mistakes: "To be precise, that battle can only be called a battle, and the scale is not large enough to be called a battlefield. It was just a small-scale gang war against a group of pirates."

"Tell me."

"It's a bit late..."

"It's still growing at night."

"Okay then." Winters changed into a more comfortable position and asked with a smile: "Do you remember Good Luck Gold?"

[This chapter was updated on December 22nd]

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