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Chapter 106 The Fortune Teller (410)

At this moment, Viscount Grant didn't mean to be angry or irritable, he just felt an unprecedented tension.

The nobleman frowned, trying his best to think about the meaning behind the actions of the imperial capital: "My father's mission back then was to build a strong port and let the empire take root on the edge of the South Ridge. Your Majesty... let His Majesty the late emperor bestow the potion, which was the only way to advance to the then ruined Grant family, as well as a chance to return to the noble class."

"Father has indeed completed his mission, but he was also seriously injured and unable to take the potion... His Majesty the late emperor entrusted Harrison Port to our family as compensation, which can be regarded as direct control of this place in disguise."

"Now the imperial capital has sent another inspector knight at the peak of the second energy level. What is this for? To replace me? Want to pick the fruits of our family's decades of construction?"

"impossible."

Thinking of this, Viscount Grant shook his head again. It was not a fluke, but he knew that the probability of such a thing happening was too low: "Our Majesty is not a fool, and doing this will not do any good except create chaos."

"Just relegating a frontier nobleman, wouldn't he think that this is still the ZTE era of the late emperor?"

Unlike other nobles who are used to addressing the late emperor as the 'Black King', Viscount Grant did not have this habit: "But the question arises...why?"

It was no wonder that the Viscount was so nervous.

After all, he understands the reasons for his family's decline and rebirth better than anyone else... and also knows why Port Harrison has been ignored by the imperial capital for decades.

Decades ago, the former emperor Inaiga II died suddenly in his heyday without leaving any will. The original crown prince wanted to inherit the throne, but many princes and princesses claimed that they were the real heirs and launched a coup, causing The Dark Moon turmoil that almost destroyed half of the imperial capital.

A duke, many high-ranking nobles and ascendants died, and most of the imperial royal family was expelled.

These are just hearsay, and of course it is impossible for Viscount Grant to know the truth about the turmoil in the imperial capital, which is half a continent away from Terra.

But he is very clear that his family line is the 'confidant' of the late emperor Inaiga II.

The Grant family was originally a military noble of the Tranquil Sea fortress group. They made great contributions during the second Dark Mountain turmoil in the past and were awarded knights. Then, in the first pioneering movement, they built a castle in the north of Shensha Port. The fortress became a very common fortress noble at that time, guarding the frontier.

Relying on the merits of guarding the empire's borders for several generations and fighting against the hordes of beasts and intelligent aliens, the Grant family finally produced a hereditary viscount.

But the good times didn't last long, and the third Dark Mountain turmoil broke out.

This time, the Grant family did not hold on.

Without the support of the fortress, the fief and the people, the Grant family is left with the title of aristocrat. Even if the emperor did not revoke the title because of hard work, he can only continue to fight on the frontier with his own identity. Other frontier nobles who also lost their fortresses hoped for a miraculous victory and regained their territory that had become a virgin forest.

Until Inaiga II re-used their group of lost landless nobles.

The old Viscount Grant was loyal to the late emperor. Even to the point of death, he felt guilty that he had not completely pacified Nanling for the empire—but the current Viscount is different. He is very clear that his identity is in the eyes of the current Emperor of the Empire, the Landkeeper Axel. , completely belong to the 'remnants of the former dynasty'.

At least, not 'one of my own'.

No matter what the other party wanted Harrison Port to do, the more important the matter, the more likely it was that the other party would send someone to replace the Grant family and take Harrison Port into their own hands.

"so troublesome."

Viscount Grant sighed: "This is a nobleman who is not strong enough."

Whether all his rights exist or not is just a matter of thought for the real superior.

And he can also use his family to gild the knights he admires with his merits like the first emperor gilded his father, and then be thrown to a remote place to become a country viscount.

Yes—no matter how rural it is, it may be better than a real frontier area like Harrison Port.

But in Port Harrison, there is hope, and freedom!
Unless, he can become the master of the third energy level, become the heart light.

Become the 'cornerstone of the empire'.

In that case, as long as he is still alive, even if the opponent is the emperor of the empire, it is absolutely impossible to easily deprive him of everything.

Because the cornerstone of the empire was forged by nobles and sublimators like them!
"Try to find out what that guy's real purpose is."

Turning his head, Viscount Grant said to Yam and Lamar, with a serious expression on his face: "Send someone to follow him. I want to know his every move, where he goes, and what he does."

"master."

Yam and Lamar looked at each other, the knight shook his head and said, "This patrolling knight... is very honest."

"honest?"

Touching his chin, Viscount Grant was a little puzzled: "He made an appointment with me that he would not expel our personnel to follow—this is an agreement, not honesty."

"No, my lord." Lamar said on the other side. The red-haired financial officer turned his head and pointed to the central avenue outside the window of the Viscount's mansion: "Since this morning, our visitor from the imperial capital has taken off his armor and concealed his identity. Stay in the Long Gull Tavern."

"Tavern? He likes to drink? But he doesn't smell of alcohol at all. I can sense that there is no alcohol in his veins."

Now Viscount Grant was even more puzzled: "Changou's stewed fish is a bit more delicious, and that bastard Boli only knew this dish when he was in the guard."

"Indeed." Even Yam Knight couldn't help complaining: "He made us five years of food, and we also ate five years of stewed fish."

"Don't mention that dog." Viscount Grant showed an unbearable expression: "What is he going to do?"

Obviously, neither Yam nor Lamar can answer this question.

at the same time.

Inside the Long Gull Tavern.

"Well... sir, your married life is not harmonious, is it?"

In the corner of the tavern, a man with a very good appearance, wearing a somewhat damaged astrologer's robe, with a slightly mysterious and decadent expression, was surrounded by a group of drinking buddies, solemnly said to a sailor with a disturbed expression: "Your Madam is very loyal to you, but you always suspect that the other party is unfaithful—why don't you think about your own problem?"

"I recommend you go to the pharmacy to buy some concentrated sea cucumber powder, which can effectively supplement nutrition and physical strength."

"Hahahaha, Saide, you early X boy, I said that you are not good at that thing, you are bragging all day long, now you have been exposed!" "That's right, isn't your wife a nice person?" "No, How do you know Said can't do it?" "Nonsense, there are no women in the sea for more than ten or twenty days, even if Old Bill doesn't know, the fish will know too!"

Unbearably rude laughter and ridicule immediately filled the entire Long Gull Tavern, bringing unexpected joy to a group of sailors and fishermen who were only dreaming and dreaming when they were working.

No one can tell a joke that doesn't offend anyone—in other words, as long as it is a joke that can offend people, most of it is very funny.

"Nonsense, nonsense! You liar, you are not at all accurate in divination—"

He withdrew his hand from the 'divinator', and the sailor was furious when he was questioned about 'whether it's okay'. He raised the wine glass beside him, intending to cover the face of the fortune teller in front of him with a glass superior.

But just before he raised his hand, the fortune teller also stretched out his hand, and a hand with obvious knuckles and thick calluses pressed down on the sailor's arm.

The angry sailor was still a little bit dissatisfied. He struggled a few times, but was shocked to find that his arm couldn't move, even...not at all!
"Chenghui, two Finneys."

Looking into those deep dark green eyes, the sailor named Said swallowed his saliva. He suddenly felt a chill go down his spine, and cursed in a low voice, took out two Finneys from his pocket and slapped them on the table, and then Immediately after the fortune-teller let go, he got up and left, and he staggered out of the tavern while being booed and taunted by acquaintances and strangers.

Looking at the direction, he most likely went to the pharmacy.

Watching the sailor who had already been marked leave the tavern, the 'Divinator' smiled slightly.

He put Finney in his arms, and then showed all the other onlookers the seat in front of him.

"Premium, only two pfennigs today."

Said the fortune teller, waiting for the next guest.

It's like a spider waiting for its next prey.

(End of this chapter)