Power and Empire Chapter 635: Angry Blood (7)
635 Anger and Blood (7)
The crystal clear ice cubes melted slowly in the warm sunlight, and water drops dripped from the bright red boraya fruit surface on the precious phoebe wood surface. The fat man touched his sweaty nose, Put a piece of iced Boroa fruit in your mouth,
The juice is sweet and refreshing. Now it is the season of ripening a large number of Boraya fruit, a specialty fruit in the central part of Salander.
However, due to the impact of the ongoing war in Salander, the output of Boraya fruit has been reduced by at least 90%.
After a series of arduous transportation, a kind of fruit, which was originally very ordinary, became worth a hundred times, becoming a luxury for the Japanese nobles across the strait to enjoy first.
In order to ensure the freshness of the Boraya fruit, the Salander merchants will use a large amount of representative ice to keep it. In this hot summer, it is even more precious.
Able to taste the iced lychees quietly, and at the same time be accompanied by beauties, listen to the soft words of Socutus Delan with gusto, and the fat man admits from the bottom of his heart that this is indeed a very pleasant life , It can simply kill all people's ideals and ambitions, and make people fall forever.
Every time he thinks that this is the degenerate life he has always longed for, the fat man feels a little bit emotional. If the Kujites didn’t go south, then he might be living such a life now, molesting and flirting with the beautiful village girl. Living the life of a natural and comfortable little lord, which is like now, you have to run around at every turn, wandering in the vortex of war and conspiracy,
Maybe this is the case. Countless heroes who used to call the wind and rain on the mainland have turned into ordinary people without fighting spirit after only five or six years of comfortable life. Although they possessed great power, they died in the end. In their own hands.
Wen Rou Xiang is the Tomb of Heroes, how sharp the eyes of the ancients are, but how many heroes can retreat from the tender country? At least for myself at this moment, it feels very difficult.
"My lord, the person you are looking for has already arrived." A waiter dressed as a guard stopped by the curtain at the door consciously.
"It's really not time to come"
The fat man smiled apologetically at Mao Manaqing who was holding a boroa fruit in his arms,
The beautiful and gentle Mao Manaqing flushed red, and immediately took off from his arms, moving quickly and gracefully to tidy up her half-open clothes, and at the same time sorted out the items in the room and let them see It looks neat and tidy. The whole room looked simple and noble, and she thought that only this style was suitable for Duke Vicia Falcon's style.
Everything was prepared, Mao Manaqing opened the pearl curtain, and Qiao's face was still blushing.
Soon, Mao Mo Naqing walked in with an old nobleman in his fifties.
The old man's body is thin, but his face is fair, and he has a amiable face. He smiled professionally during his actions, and his actions were quite steady. At first glance, he knew that he was the kind of hypocritical businessman. Using idioms such as a hidden sword in a smile to describe him, he would definitely not be mistaken.
"Pollock, we haven’t seen each other in 4 months." The fat man fingered the red boloa in his hand, looked at him faintly, and said meaningfully, "I heard that you have been there recently. It’s very beautiful, the man behind the control of the southern rivers, the mean partner of the smugglers, you should be talking about these "
"I don’t know when you fell in love with weapon smuggling again. I don’t know if you, Master Pollock, can you also show me a way to make money? To sink the sea"
"The Grand Duke is definitely slandering." Seeing the figure of the fat man, the old man hurriedly walked two steps, his face pale and lying on the ground,
The body was lying on the ground, shivering with fright, if anyone saw it, it would be impossible to imagine that the business alliance ranked fourth, known as the Pollock deacon who controls the southern rivers, and there will be such an embarrassing day
"Hehe, you are a little self-aware" The fat man sneered in his mouth and waved his hand to him, "Get up, do you want me to pull you up personally?"
"Don't dare, don't dare" the old man hurriedly stretched out his hands. But Fatty just casually stretched out a hand, and the old man's two hands tightly held Fatty's hand, as if his relatives finally reunited after a long time, excited,
There seemed to be turbid tears oozing in both eyes. He choked with emotion and said, "The subordinate is a loyal dog of the adults, from beginning to end"
"The loyal dog" The fat man's face was slightly shocked, and he coldly retracted his hand, looked at the old man blankly, and said coldly in his mouth
"Master Pollock, you are so excited, so excited that makes people feel very hypocritical. Although you are really good at covering up, don't show it all the time."
The old man didn't seem to hear the ironic words of the fat man at all. It is still an exaggeration to wipe the tears in the eyes with a small handkerchief, as if touched, I can’t even speak,
"The Grand Duke really misunderstood me." The old man wiped his tears desperately. It seems that my eyes have become an endless stream of springs. If I accidentally flood the room, I choked off and said, "This is a cry from my heart and soul. Really, my lord, you are my idol. Only as a deacon of a business alliance can you know that you are the most talented businessman in this continent. Whether it is a business alliance or a golden route, all we can do is to follow the path planned by the adults. Follow your footsteps...our glory and wealth are bestowed by the Grand Duke"
The fat man frowned his eyebrows, wiped the palm of his hand with him a little impatiently, and said harshly and unceremoniously "
The fat man sat down, gestured towards the chair next to him, and said calmly, "I am looking for you today to give you a chance, not to let you slap me, I know you are I'm afraid that others will always mention your past, so I keep a low profile, but in my case, whether you are an earl or whether you have served as the sheriff of Crest, I don't mind"
"Yes, yes"
Pollock sat down anxiously, his eyes wandering tentatively from time to time and looked at the fat man, but most of the time, his eyes were on his toes, and his appearance seemed to be a lingering year. Old man.
However, the fat man doesn’t care about his appearance at all. In fact, if he judges what his character does from his appearance, it would be a big mistake.
When he was young, Pollock was a very prestigious knight in the south of Vijaya. He was known for his courage and bravery. In the past few years, he faced the harassment of the Kurgit cavalry and was one of the few in the south who dared to stand up and organize private soldiers to fight. The owner of the manor, the Fatty was fancy of this and gave him the task of expanding the Southern River Channel.
Pollock is definitely an evergreen tree of the aristocracy. Although it has experienced many ups and downs, it still stands tall. His sharp eyes and determination always allow him to choose his own position. So the fat man didn’t doubt Pollock, even if Horelle insisted that Pollock was behind all this.
Mao Monaqing brought a glass of boraya fruit for the two of them. The red fruit was surrounded by ice cubes, revealing a refreshing coolness.
Pollock is obviously not accustomed to drinking this kind of ice water, but in order to show his respect to the fat man, he thanked the fat man for his kindness for the first time, and at the same time he held up the tea cup, but he was cautious when holding the water cup. It seems to be holding jewelry objects.
The fat man slowly withdrew his gaze from the window, looked at Pollock with gleaming eyes, and slowly said in a low voice: Pollock, do you know why I appointed you as the head of the Southern River Channel?
Pollock's face became stiff, and he slowly stopped his movements, as if a stone sculpture was there, and he seemed to be savoring the fat man's words carefully,
The fat man paused in his voice and continued, "It's not because of your flattery and flattery, but because you were the first person to stand up and support Samer's promotion of business change, but you look at what you are now, Where did the Earl Pollock, who had to guard his manor in the face of the ferocious Kujit cavalry, go? It has only been a few years since Pollock, who was full of vigor and ambition, had nothing else besides an old skin. "
Seeing that Pollock didn't say anything, the fat falcon stared sharply on him, and said sternly, "Pollock, you're still a knight known for your courage in the south, so don't you learn to keep a low profile, He Rui Le said that you have a smuggling fleet under your command. It seems that he doesn't know ~IndoMTL.com~You have always been responsible for the transportation of the weapons of the Salander Garrison, which shows that I did not misunderstand you"
"When people are old, they always like to be quieter than the fire in Kyoto Kristol, which burned my whole family to death. It was the Grand Duke who helped me avenge me. I will always remember this." Pollock's face suddenly changed. Dark, there was a long silence, and then slowly said, "Whether it is glory or scenery, rich or enemy country, I am worth it in this life. This is all thanks to the grand duke. For this, I will never be Pollock. Forget, I have nothing to be dissatisfied with now, but this old bone is still useful to the Grand Duke, so I barely support it"
"So you have been running on Horelle, like a riding whip, constantly pumping him forward..." The fat man looked at him with deep eyes, a little confused water vapor in the corners of his eyes
"The Grand Duke has seen Horelle, right?" Pollock slowly put down his teacup with emotion, he breathed, and said in a reminiscenced tone
"He focused on the ocean trade, so that the ocean trade developed so fast. The Grand Duke knows Horelle better than I do. Only pressure can give him motivation. I am old, if a few more years pass. It doesn’t matter to let him do something, but now, if I back down, Horelle will be confused because of the loss of pressure, and his spirit will be quickly lost.” ..
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