They all call me master

Chapter 814 Bet’s Morning Ⅱ

Different from the previous caution, there was even a bit of submissiveness.

Although Peggy's face was gloomy at this moment, her temperament seemed to have changed. There was a hint of coldness in her mung bean-sized eyes.

It is not only murderous intention, but also something that comes from deep in my heart...

tyrannical!

That's right, it's brutal!

Gretha had witnessed similar brutality more than once.

In the cells in the inner bay, those guys with twisted mentality have this sense of violence.

The most memorable thing is that one of the guys bit off the nose of the food delivery guard. Even if the people around him were punching and kicking him, the bastard chewed up the nose and swallowed it.

At the time, eleven-year-old Gresa was extremely curious.

He mixed it with lettuce and beans and ate it.

Not very tasty.

Firewood, fishy smell.

Far less delicious than roasted elbow.

But from then on, he became obsessed with going to the cell.

He likes to see those guys who are full of murderous and violent hearts panic when they see him.

For this reason, he sometimes doesn't mind changing the menu.

Of course, Peggy is different.

Peggy is not in the cell.

Peggy is in the port of Rondohat in Beitland.

So, when seeing Peggy return, Gresa smiled.

"Peggy, have you thought about it?"

Gresa asked.

"Um!

I agree to your request. After killing Deplo and Dilivan, Rondohat Port will be divided into half of yours.

When do we start taking action? "

Peggy nodded, and the voice was completely squeezed out from between her teeth.

He was still hesitating whether to cooperate with the little lion in front of him.

The third son of Earl Bethe knew very well how much the little lion in front of him was a man-eater without spitting out bones.

but!

Bastard Depro!

‘You forced me! ’

Peggy roared inwardly.

Such a silent roar echoed in Peggy's own ears. With such a roar, he seemed to see himself becoming the only heir to the Beit Territory.

Suddenly, the third son of Earl Bethe couldn't help but get excited.

and……

My heart also becomes hot.

Therefore, the third son of Earl Bethe did not see the amusement flashing in Gresa's eyes.

"If there is no delay on the way, the Oriental will appear at the Port of Rondohat tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I need you to let the tax officer at the dock give the Oriental a little trouble."

The little lion said this.

"It's embarrassing for the Orient?

This was not included in our previous transactions! "

Peggy frowned.

If possible, Peggy would never want to have a direct conflict with the Nanlos psychic.

The power shown by the other party really made the third son of Earl Bethe feel terrified.

“Before was before.

It's now!

Don’t you think that the words I just said were just words?

My anger right now is no less angry than yours. "

Gresa said matter-of-factly, and then the little lion relaxed his hands and continued: "I didn't ask you to embarrass the psychic medium in a real sense.

You only need to delay the Oriental for half a day or a day on the pretext of investigating contraband.

Faced with a smiling tax collector, our psychic would not blame him. "

Hearing Gresa's explanation, Peggy nodded.

"OK!"

Peggy didn't hesitate, let alone refuse.

He knew very well that when he returned, he would no longer have the right to refuse.

Then, a secret contract was signed.

Peggy leaves.

After Gresa rechecked the contract, he put it directly into the penultimate drawer on the left under the desk. This drawer was almost full of similar contracts.

In the penultimate drawer?

It was full ten years ago.

After doing all this, Gresa continued to wait patiently.

About half an hour later——

Dilivan is back.

The second son of the Beit family wore a cloak, hiding his figure and appearance, and walked into the cabin more cautiously than before.

"I'm safer here than outside."

Gresa looked at Dilivan who still didn't take off his hood as he walked into the cabin, and immediately laughed.

"Of course, I know.

Just the necessary caution is the key to our success——

Are the transaction conditions you gave me before still there? "

After Diliwen whispered something, he did not take off his hood, but asked directly.

"exist!

I said it!

As long as you need Dilivan, this transaction condition has been there - kill Depro, you will get the inheritance rights of Betland, and I will get trade convenience.

Once you've truly mastered Beitland, Londohat Harbor is half as good as mine. "

The little lion replied with certainty.

"That's good!

We sign a contract! "

Dilivan said immediately.

However, the little lion smiled and waved his hand.

"Before signing the contract, Dilivan, can you promise me one thing?"

"What's up?"

Dilivan became alert and lowered his voice unconsciously.

"I need to prevent the Vostok from getting any supplies at Londohat Port, even if it's just a glass of water or a piece of bread!"

The little lion said fiercely.

After hearing such words, Dilivan immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The second son of Count Bet was originally worried that Gresa would make some impossible demands, but he didn't expect it to be just a supply problem.

Although it might bring a little unhappiness to the Nanlos medium, there is no need to worry as long as the operation is done properly.

Thinking of this, the second son of Count Bet nodded immediately.

"No problem."

After that, another secret contract was signed.

The contract was still placed in the second to last drawer on the left under the desk.

Diliwen left carefully, just as he was careful when he came.

The second son of Count Bet thought that he would not be discovered by anyone.

In fact, it was true.

The stealth skills of the second son of Count Bet were extremely outstanding, and coupled with the coordination with the props on his body, he really reached the expert level.

But...

Depro still knew!

Graysa Hamlet held a communication crystal in his hand and said in a joking tone--

"Your two brothers wish you were dead!"

"Oh, they thought they had encountered an opportunity to change their fate, but they never thought that this opportunity was given to them by me--my partner, I believe you must have arranged everything."

The eldest son of Count Beth looked like he was sure of victory.

"Of course!

They will get into a conflict with the medium, and then be killed--I believe that even the most merciful people will be angry when faced with continuous provocations.

And then, the people you arranged among the civilians can take action."

Graysa said with a smile.

"Then let's see their final performance--according to the agreement, your caravan will be tax-free in Longdo Hat Port in the future."

After that, the communication stone went out.

And Graysa's face showed an ambiguous smile.

Why did he stop at Longdo Hat Port, why not return directly to the inner bay.

Isn't it just for this moment?

He doesn't have the time to play games with the three sons of Count Beth!

What tax exemption, what half!

What he wants is the entire Londohat Port!

He wants it all!