Proof of the Sun King

Turres Castle is in full swing, and at the same time, the Duchy of Connaught, Mousillon.

A large caravan is trying to enter the town.

This caravan held a black skull flag, several carriages escorted many exquisite aristocratic supplies and magic gems of the empire, two coachmen dressed in plain clothes but carrying a lot of weapons drove the carriage, and a tall gangster like a ruffian The escort, and two half-elves in grey robes with compound bows on their backs, guarded a richly decorated carriage.

The high wall in the distance of Musilon is like a symbol of the end of the world. The huge wall with a height of tens of meters cannot even see the end at all, leaving only endless shock and oppression.

The flood last year had a devastating blow to the Duchy of Connaught. Although even the flood of the fairies in the lake could not break through the high walls of Musilon, the walls of Musillon were already in a mess, with piles of ruins. , tattered, and piled up cemeteries all show that Mousillon has lost its former prosperity.

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

"We're from Marienburg, Baron Hal Harris' trading partner, take this thing, go in and tell him that the goods he wants are here!" A big fat hand stretched out from the carriage. Hanging 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 it and see! Idiot!"

Judging from this hand alone, the owner of the hand weighs more than 250 pounds.

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

"Humph!" An impatient hum came from inside the carriage, and the guard could faintly hear the woman's strange voice.

A guard entered, and a low-level vampire guard was still vigilant about the caravan. He carefully observed the strangely formed caravan. There were two coachmen dressed in plain clothes but carrying a lot of weapons, one with blonde hair and a sword and shield. , a blond guard in full armor, two half-elf archers in gray robes, and a prudent, beret-wearing butler with a goatee.

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

The curtain of the carriage was pulled open, and a **** body was piled up in the middle of the carriage like a mass of hills. He had a thick beard on his fat face, 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.

In his left hand he was holding a beautiful woman. The woman was very sweet, with long black and brown shawl hair scattered, and her makeup was very bold. She was full of charms. She was half leaning on the fat businessman's arms, The grapes were put into his mouth. The woman was only wearing a low-cut, dropped-shouldered, short-sleeved skirt. The fat guy's hand stretched directly from her chest, rubbing it constantly. The woman's face was full of indulgence. Expression, and even deliberately made a lot of noise.

It must be a whore! It's the one that was wrapped! The guard thought reluctantly.

There was also a woman in the carriage. She had long shiny black hair, and a slender phoenix eye plate with a tear mole, but she had an extremely ugly hooked nose, which seemed to be the reason. She looked world-weary, as if everyone owed her five hundred kroner.

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

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

"I'm stronger and fatter, my friends, and I'm not Hoffler now, I'm Gabe Newell, a harmless, self-made Marienburg merchant." Fatty Merchant Looking like a playboy, he rubbed his hand so hard that the woman beside him was so painful that tears came out, and then he stretched his hand out of her neckline: "I'll deliver it now."

"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 with suspicion: "Are you really Hoffman? I don't feel like it."

"Seven years and eight months, and, please, I'm Gabe now, Gabe Newell! Also, you know how difficult it is to get what your von Carstein family wants, where can I find it all at once So much? Since Karl Franz came to the throne, the empire has strictly investigated the trend of luxury goods and magic minerals. If I get a little more, I will be on the hanging list this month!" Gabe Newell stretched out With his fat hands, he stretched out thick fingers, pointing at Vampire Lord Howl, 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 have several batches of goods in my hands, so I cut off a little bit privately, saying that it was a transportation loss, and it took several years to get the number you want! That old miser from Schultz has to check for half a day every time, is this your attitude?" the fat businessman said incessantly.

The vampire lord thought for a while. Indeed, after the new Archduke Schultz of Marienburg took office, the vampires lurking in the upper floors of Marienburg would be in trouble. Schultz could easily distinguish the vampires, catch one and kill a group. , the trade network that vampires spent hundreds of years building was severely damaged, and the merchant in front of him was one of the few merchants who escaped the search.

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

The vampire lord was about to give the order, when he suddenly felt something strange about the man with the goatee and the butler's dress. He looked about forty years old, his head was lowered, and his eyes were all cautious and calm, so he continued to cross-examine Said: "That's not right, what about your former account manager who talked a lot? I remember that your former butler was not this one."

"That brat? Ah! Don't mention him to me, I secretly intercepted the goods and wanted to trade with you, but that brat also learned to steal my goods and was killed by me. Now I have replaced him with an honest and calm one. The reckoning is slow, but solid." Gabe Newell explained.

"And what about your former lover, the one named Kayla?" Vampire Lord Howl was still a little disbelieving.

"My lady of wealth! That's how many years ago." The fat businessman yelled: "I got rich later, and I accidentally crushed her spine when I was drunk. I spent a few more A silver coin to cremate her, that's a lot of money, it hurts to think about it!"

These living people are really a bunch of stupid pigs, the vampire lord Howl thinks, and he finally has no doubts.

"Well, you continue to doubt me. How many people do you think are willing to risk 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 a very magical smile: "Now you always believe it's me, right?"

"Last question, how many times have we traded?" Hal nodded, the vampire lord had begun to believe.

"More than twice, but less than four." Gabe Newell looked puzzled. He compared his fingers for a long time, and finally gave a strange answer.

"Okay, my friend, Gabe Newell, welcome to Musillon, come here, let it 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: "You can actually hire half-elves, this is really rare, can you let them sell some blood? For me? The price is negotiable."

"Half-elves aren't hard to hire, my friend," Gabe Newell said nonchalantly, his voice seeming to be deformed by the fat on his vocal cords: "Many people are willing to fight, as long as the price is right, so do half-elves. Money, but also food, those high elves don’t want to see them, and humans treat them as aliens.”

Hearing these words, both half-elves had uncomfortable expressions on their faces: "There is no such stipulation in our employment contract, sir."

"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% of the fee. Well, I'm not a miser after all."

miser! vampire! This is the expression on the faces of both the vampire lord and the half-elf.

With the permission of the vampire lord, the caravan finally entered the city of Mousillon. The method adopted by the city is strict entry and lenient exit. The dense streets and dirty corners of the city can be seen everywhere, and there are taverns, pharmacies, bookstores and a large number of searchers everywhere. A place for fun, a place that provides flesh and blood trading is even exposed in broad daylight, and the store sells all kinds of taboo books, cult accessories, and all kinds of poison and assassination equipment. Harmony.

The caravan came to the inner castle of Musilon Castle. Before Merovingian Castle, the undead guards and vampires appeared from the shadows and counted the goods. They took out a large amount of real gold and silver to pay for the goods. The vampire lord Howl He said with a blank face: "You came at a wrong time. Our front line is at war with Boldero. The Duke of Scarlet and his army have left the city. I will be leaving soon. You can do whatever you want."

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

"Storm Summer Special?" Hal opened the heavy wooden box, which contained many precious magical ores, as well as many luxury items of the imperial nobles. The vampire lord stretched out his pale hand and grabbed a gem-studded glass wine glass. Nodding with satisfaction: "Our trade contract has always been valid, right?"

The vampires of the von Carstein family like the luxury of the imperial aristocracy the most, and they accept as much as they can.

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

"As long as you can supply us for a long time, you will not only live forever, but also live well. If one day you feel that your life is about to come to an end, we can help you." Vampire Lord Howl told himself The pale face approached Gabe Newell's fat face, and then motioned for his men to put away the goods: "I hope your next supply won't take so long."

"I try my best."

The goods in the cart were all unloaded, and the vampire’s gold and silver soon filled the carriage of the Marienburg merchant, and then the Marienburg merchant’s carriage turned around and drove towards the streets of Mousillon.

Hal was still counting the goods, and the young Matthew Bard appeared. The young knight looked at Hal's things: "Where is this goods from?"

"It's Marienburg, my trading partner, it's not your turn to intervene in the von Carstein family's affairs~www.wuxiaspot.com~ young man." Vampire Lord Howl didn't turn around at all, if it wasn't for Manfred Working with Arkhan for the time being, he wouldn't even pay attention to the young ranger knight.

Matthew Bard really wanted to kill the vampire lord in front of him with a sword, but he knew that he couldn't do it. The origin of the Lich King Arkhan came out of Merovingian Castle with a staff burning with blue flames: "My godson, get ready, we are going to the next plan."

"Okay my godfather." Mathubad could only give Hal a stern look, then turned and left with Arkhan.

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Relying on a transaction, the fat businessman made a huge profit. He contracted two small rooms and a large room with a courtyard in the hotel. The hotel owner and the guys took a lot of gold and began to prepare for a game. A sumptuous dinner.

The hotel is a large two-story wooden house with a small courtyard and a high wall. After the caravan entered, the gate was locked immediately. After confirming that no one was farming or monitoring them, the fat businessman and the caravan Everyone started dropping luggage and packages and putting the cart in the courtyard.

Gabe Newell took out a bottle of water and wiped it on his face: "It was more difficult to sneak in than I thought, I think the vampire 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 skirt covered her chest with tears, and she angrily twisted Gabe Newell's waist.

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