Ultimate Assassin System

() Uh, who asked for tea just now?

After glancing around, the fat noble maintained his previous gesture of pointing at the other person's teacup.

Tsk, it's you! Tang En walked over casually, placed the tea cup in front of him, and filled it with light green tea.

You... Bolette finally came to his senses and pointed at Tang En with a trembling finger. He naturally knew the man who smashed the long table. He was the captain of the Royal Guards and had the cultivation of a high-level warrior. But now he was knocked down by an ordinary-looking young man who looked like a handyman! . .

In addition to being shocked by the other party's strength, the other reason why Bolette was speechless was that he was worried about his own situation. Could it be that these greedy gray-coated soldiers want to take the blame for us and continue to extort?

Ah! There was an angry roar, and the broken wood shattered. The big man with bloodstained face turned over and stood up. Regardless, the blue fighting spirit burst out all over his body.

This big man is now extremely depressed. Since he came to this valley, he first lost his horse before his eyes, then was defeated by a guard guard, and now he was knocked over by a tea servant... What kind of rhythm is this? Possessed by a degenerate god!

The strength of a high-level warrior is naturally powerful. When he saw that the big man was about to use his full fighting spirit to sweep across the scene, a dreamlike palm brought out waves of phantoms that penetrated the blue light, and instantly grabbed the big man's neck and pressed,

boom! . .

The big man fell down again like a green onion. Tang En's figure came to his side at some point, and the kettle was raised.

Bang, bang, bang!

Don't you know others are in a meeting? Are you polite? Do you still have a sense of public morality...

Ah! Ah! Ah! The big man with blood on his head was completely stunned. Now he only knew how to burst out his fighting spirit to shake the opponent away, but unfortunately every blow from Tang En was the fighting spirit that finally lifted him up. broken.

Of course, a high-level warrior would not be so weak. If this big man pulled out his sword immediately and put on his fighting spirit armor, then this battle would still be possible. But it is a pity that he chose the close combat that Tang En is best at...

moment. The bloody big man was knocked unconscious.

Excuse me, please continue... Tang En bowed apologetically, and then dragged the big man outside. When passing by Bolette who was speechless, he scratched his hair and took out a teacup.

By the way, you called me just now. Well, do you want some tea?

The kettle was tilted, but only a few drops of water dripped. Due to the blow just now, due to Tang En's blood energy protection, the iron kettle did not deform, but all the water inside was spilled.

After shaking it helplessly twice, Tang En raised his eyebrows and pointed the lower end of the kettle at the teacup, where it had just smashed the big man's head. Of course what dripped down was fishy-smelling blood,

Tick, tick, tick...

A minute later, the red liquid fell into less than half a cup.

Sorry. There's only so much...but it should taste good, you can try it.

After saying this quite sincerely, Tang En dragged the big man out of the tent and casually lowered the torn curtain.

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There was dead silence in the tent. The noble negotiating team stared blankly at the broken long table and the fluttering curtains... Bolette looked at the half glass of blood in front of his eyes, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

Luo Sha was stunned at first. Then he pursed his lips and chuckled, looking at the expression on the other side with interest. Josiah, on the other hand, kept snickering, which made Phillip across from him look straight at him again.

After Tang En made such a fuss, the momentum that the old nobles had worked so hard to gather was naturally released.

Bolette, who was turning blue, tried his best to adjust his mood and glanced around at the people with different expressions: Ahem, about the negotiations...

Wake up, you are worthy of being a high-level warrior... Damn, I dare to frame your uncle. If I didn't beat you up today, you wouldn't know why the flowers are so red!

Oh, you dare to fight back... I'm looking for a beating!

boom! boom! boom……

Another burst of chaotic fighting sounds came clearly from outside. Bolette opened his mouth, but in the end he did not finish what he just said...

In such an atmosphere, the negotiations naturally came to nothing. By lunch time, the two sides had not even drafted an exchange of supplies.

The meeting was temporarily adjourned and everyone walked out of the tent with complicated thoughts.

Naturally, these nobles looked down upon the grey-coated army's food, and they brought some specially.

The gorgeous tablecloth is spread out, covering the half-yellow but not black land. Silver tableware was placed one after another, shining dazzlingly in the sun. Then came a variety of small but exquisite foods, two long narrow-necked bottles filled with wine-red liquid...

In comparison, Luo Sha and the others, who were holding rough ceramics on the other side, were undoubtedly extremely simple. It's like a troupe of grass-stage people set up next to a gorgeous stage. No matter how you look at it, it's an eyesore...

On the other side, Tang En, who had just stretched his muscles, was enjoying a big meal...

Gululu...

Looking at the pot in front of him with bubbles constantly rising and vegetable leaves and meat slices tumbling continuously, Tang En asked in confusion: Where does this... meat come from?

Uh... The gray space members gathered together winked at each other. In the end, David came up and said mysteriously: Boss, when we came back from training, we saw several horses at the entrance of the station, hehe...

Tang En opened his mouth. At the entrance of the station... those noble carriages?

As mentioned before, because there are passages inside the Gray Army's station, carriages cannot enter, so they all stay outside. Who would have thought that they would bump into David who just returned from training.

There were guards beside the carriage, but the number was relatively small. Most of them followed the nobles into the station. People in the gray space have followed Tang En for such a long time, so they naturally learned a lot about hiding and lurking methods. Finally, Mi Xiu took action, quietly bringing down the horse and dragging it back quickly.

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At this time, at the entrance of the station. Philip was arranging for several guards to transport the half-dead man back for treatment.

Well, you also go back, and I will ask them to take you back to the city. After explaining something, Phillip suddenly said to the woman with a bad face next to him.

The woman was stunned when she heard this, and said in a daze: What do you mean?

Phillip spread his arms and sighed: Even the banquet will break up sometimes. My fate with you has ended... Well, I left you a manor in Bihai City.

The woman who was about to get angry shook her delicate body. She was also from a noble family, but she was just a minor noble. Of course she knew the value of Bihai City Manor. The north is not as good as the south. If you want to have a manor with complete facilities, you must at least be able to afford it, like an earl city lord. But the man in front of me never seems to be a real person. But he gave away a manor casually.

But... didn't you say you will love me forever?

Well, I understand love. Phillip scratched his head, But, what is forever?

...

Snapped! The woman slapped Phillip cleanly and angrily got on the carriage.

Philip, who had five fingerprints on his face, still half-bowed with a smile and said goodbye politely.

Uh, Sir Philip... A guard came over hesitantly. Honestly. If this matter wasn't really important, he wouldn't want to provoke Phillip at this time.

Well, what's wrong? Phillip didn't feel self-aware, and still had an indifferent smile.

Your horse... one of your horses suddenly disappeared.

Huh? Phillip opened his mouth, turned around, and saw that there were only three horses left when he started, but now there were only two left...

……who are you?

The Royal Guards, Sir! the guard replied carefully.

Huh... Huang, your mother, damn it. I won't talk about the one that was robbed before. I'm not strong enough and there's nothing I can do about it. But now there's another damn one missing, and you still tell me that suddenly... I'm sorry, you guys My side job is horse thief...

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The nobles are still very particular about their meals, after enjoying the exquisite food. These old nobles began to enjoy the after-dinner tea leisurely again.

Well, this water is of poor quality and all the tea leaves are wasted... Despite this, these nobles are still in a good mood. Especially after seeing the envious glances from the country bumpkins around me from time to time, a sense of superiority arises spontaneously...

Master, they are coming! At this time. A man who looked like a housekeeper came over and said softly.

Well, let them in! Bolette waved his hand and asked the soldiers on the periphery to make way.

Then, an old man with curly hair and a young man walked in, it was Bosco and Borg.

Please take a seat! Bolette pointed to the seat in front of him and said with a smile: Would you like to try these meals... Well, I'm afraid Viscount Bosco has not experienced this for a long time.

Duke Bolette, I am no longer a viscount! Bosco sat down quietly and did not pick up the tea cup before leaving.

Haha, just because it's not happening now, doesn't mean it won't happen in the future. Bolette laughed loudly, then took something like an invitation from the butler and handed it over.

Bosco took it silently and unfolded it. Borg glanced over and couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

There are many words written densely on it, but most of them are official clichés. The actual meaning is very simple, that is, to confer a viscount, but the family title line below is empty.

A beautiful manor, a long-standing family symbol. A loyal old butler, a group of servants, a luxurious carriage...a respectable status, a gilded family name in the imperial nobility book...

The wealthy businessmen have donated countless gold coins, the generals have shed so much blood, and the administrative and civil officials have worked hard for many generations... All they want is to say, Hello, Sir So-and-so!

You were also a noble before. You should know that the empire has been continuously reducing the number of nobles over the years! Although the empire has taken back countless noble titles, very few of them can be taken back, let alone because of violations of laws. Been surrounded and suppressed. Haha, Viscount Bosco, you have a good vision. Of course, you are also lucky enough. Now, you can fill in the name of your family here!

It was a slightly quiet environment, with only the sound of silver spoons touching tea cups.

Bolette's words were all to the point, and he didn't even mention the request. But the charm within it has not diminished at all, and it has even added more room for imagination.

Borg is now imagining that those images are exactly what he was familiar with before, and those feelings are exactly what he had before...

Snapped!

The sound of the seal seal being closed was not loud, but it was enough to wake up Borg, who was breathing heavily.

Putting it on the tablecloth, Bosco slowly picked up the teacup that seemed to be filled with mist in front of him.

The old nobles on the opposite side curled their lips slightly, revealing a smile that showed they had everything under control.

It tastes good! Bosco sighed after tasting it.

Cecil smiled: This is Yunlong Wuding, a royal tribute, and the quantity is rare. But if Viscount Bosco likes it, I can share some with you.

Thank you, Lord Marquis, but no need... Bosco shook his head: Morning tea, after-dinner tea, afternoon tea... I have been thinking about how much time was wasted on this in the past few years. Well, You see, in just a moment, the negotiation time is almost up.

My lords, we will see you at the negotiating table this afternoon.

Putting aside these two words, Bosco stood up, saluted, and simply turned and left. Borg was stunned for a moment, then quickly chased after him.

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All the old nobles looked at each other and were speechless for a while.

Hmph, you don't know what is good or bad! Bolette picked up the teacup with a gloomy face and took a sip.

Hey, Mom, they are so pitiful. It takes so long to drink a glass of water...Are they lack of water?

Probably, I don't know! The woman on the side dragged the child away.

puff! Ahem...

Spurting tea mist, violent coughing, an old face glowing with an abnormal blush...

Not far away, Bosco and Borg walked silently in the passage one behind the other.

For a moment, Bosco paused and turned around: The negotiation in the morning was just a test. In the afternoon, you have to seize the opportunity and initially knock down the 100,000 kilograms of grain... Borg!

Ah, oh... The distracted Borg was suddenly awakened, his expression a little unnatural.

Bosco frowned: You are thinking about what just happened!

I, I... His lips squirmed, Borg hesitated for a moment, and finally raised his head, I'm just a little strange, father, isn't our goal to restore the title of nobility?

A trace of disappointment flashed across Bosco's face, and then he sighed softly: Borg, have you ever seen the Duke or Marquis ask me to do something for you before?

Uh, no... Borg shook his head.

Their family is only viscounts, far away from dukes and marquises. Let alone the other party asking for help, even just a few words is enough to flatter them.

But now it's happened... Bosco spread his hands, I think you know why. Yes, it's because we are in the Gray Army, and the Gray Army now has the capital. In other words, We are nothing without the Gray Army...

Capital can appreciate. The more the Gray Army develops, the bigger our capital will be. It will even be bigger than the Viscount in the future... We need to take a long-term view and don't be moved by the small interests in front of us. Do you understand?

Understand... Borg nodded, still raising questions, But the Gray Army has been being hunted. Isn't it too dangerous if we put everything on it?

Stupid! Bosco pinched the bridge of his nose, We are not Losa. Even if the Gray Army is eventually destroyed, we can withdraw our capital in the first second and get the benefits we deserve.

Uh... Bogmo opened his mouth in confusion, and then his heart moved. A chill rose up in his heart, and he licked his lips, Father is talking about betraying the Gray Army...

Let's go, it's time for negotiation. Bosco interrupted Borg and walked forward with a normal expression.

…(To be continued.)