Realm of Power

635 Angry Blood (7)

The crystal clear ice cubes melted slowly in the warm sunshine, and water droplets dripped from the surface of the bright red Boroa fruit onto the precious nanmu table. The fat man touched his sweaty nose and put an ice-cold wave into it. Put the roja fruit in your mouth,

The juice is sweet, with a hint of coolness ≈ It is the season when the boloa fruit, a specialty fruit in central Salander, is ripe in large quantities.

However, due to the impact of the ongoing war in Salander, the output of Boroa fruit has decreased by at least 90%.

After a series of arduous transportation, a fruit that was originally very common suddenly became a hundred times more valuable, becoming a luxury product that the nobles of Zhivadin across the street competed to enjoy.

In order to keep the burgundy fruit fresh, Salander merchants use a large number of ice cubes to keep it, which is even more precious in this hot summer.

Being able to taste ice-cold lychees quietly, with a beautiful woman by his side, and listening to Sokutus Stellan's soft words and warm fragrance with relish, the fat man admitted from the bottom of his heart that this was indeed a very pleasant life, it was simply It can destroy all people's ideals and ambitions, and make people fall forever.

Every time he thought about this degenerate life that he had always longed for, Fatty felt a little emotional. If the Kujit people had not gone south, he might be living like this now, teasing beautiful village girls and living a natural life. The comfortable life of a little lord is nothing like now, when he is constantly running around, wandering in the whirlpool of wars and conspiracies.

Maybe that's it. Countless heroes who once dominated the mainland have turned into ordinary people with no fighting spirit after only five or six years of comfortable life. Although they have powerful power, they still died in their own hands. .

Wenwen Township is the Tomb of Heroes. The ancients' vision was so sharp. However, how many heroes can escape from Wenwen Township? At least at this moment, I feel it is very difficult.

"Sir, the person you are looking for has arrived." A waiter dressed as a guard stepped forward in front of the curtain at the door.

“It couldn’t have come at a worse time.”

The fat man smiled apologetically at Momo Naqing, who was holding a Boroya fruit in her arms.

The beautiful and gentle Mao Monaqing blushed and immediately took out her arms. She quickly and elegantly packed away her half-opened clothes and at the same time arranged the items in the room to make them look tidy. The rooms looked simple and noble. She believed that only this style was suitable for the style of Duke Falcon of Vecchia.

After everything was ready, Mao Monaqing opened the pearl curtain, with a faint blush on her pretty face.

Soon, Mao Monaqing came in with an old nobleman in his fifties.

The old man's body is on the thin side, but his face is pretty good. His amiable face always carries a professional smile, and his actions are quite steady. You can tell at a glance that he is the kind of businessman who is hypocritical to the core. Use idioms such as "a sword hidden in a smile, a sword hidden in a honey belly" to describe him, and you will definitely not be mistaken.

"Pollock, we haven't seen each other for four months, right?" The fat man played with the red poroa fruit in his hand, looked at him indifferently, and said meaningfully, "I heard that you have been very prosperous in recent times. The person behind the control of the southern rivers, the despicable partner of the smugglers, I should be talking about you."

"I don't know when, you became interested in weapons smuggling as a way to make money again. I wonder if you, Mr. Pollock, can also point me to a way to make money. If you have money, we can make money together. If you have money, we can make money together. If you can live alone, you will have to sink into the sea. of"

"The Grand Duke is definitely being slandered." Seeing the figure of the fat man, the old man hurriedly took two steps and lay on the ground with a pale face.

His body was lying on the ground, trembling with fear. If anyone saw it, they would not be able to imagine that Archdeacon Pollock, who ranked fourth in the Business Alliance and was known as the one who controlled the southern rivers, would have such an embarrassing day.

"Haha, you are somewhat self-aware." The fat man sneered and waved to him, "Get up. Do you want me to pull you up myself?"

"Don't dare, don't dare." The old man quickly stretched out his hands. But the fat man just casually stretched out a hand, and the old man's two hands held the fat man's hand tightly, as if his long-lost relatives were finally reunited, and he was so excited.

Both eyes seemed to be filled with turbid tears → he choked with emotion and said, "This subordinate is your Lord's loyal dog, from beginning to end."

"Loyal Dog" The fat man's face was slightly stunned, he took back his hand coldly, looked at the old man expressionlessly, and said coldly

"Lord Pollock, you are so excited that it makes people feel very hypocritical. Although you are indeed very good at hiding it, don't show it all the time."

The old man didn't seem to hear the fat man's sarcastic words at all. However, he exaggeratedly wiped the tears from his eyes with a small handkerchief, as if he was so moved that he couldn't even speak.

"The Grand Duke really misunderstood me." The old man wiped his tears desperately. It was as if his eyes had become an inexhaustible spring, and the room would be flooded if he was not careful. He choked intermittently and said, "This is a cry from the bottom of my heart. Really, sir, you are my idol. Only those who are deacons of the Business Alliance can I 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 follow the path planned by the adults and follow your footsteps... …Our glory and wealth are bestowed by the Grand Duke.”

The fat man frowned, impatiently wiped the palm of his hand that he had just shaken, and said in a sharp voice, "

The fat man sat down, gestured to the chair next to him, and said calmly, "I came to you today to give you a chance, not to ask you to flatter me. I know you are afraid that others will always Mentioning your past is why you keep a low profile, but to me, I don’t mind whether you are a count or the sheriff who once fell in love with Cresto.”

"Yes, yes"

Pollock sat down uneasily, his eyes wandering and tentatively looking at the fat man from time to time, but most of the time, his eyes were looking at his toes. He looked rickety like a waning old man.

However, the fat man didn't care about his appearance at all. In fact, it would be a big mistake to judge his character and behavior based on his appearance.

When he was young, Pollock was a very famous knight in the south of Virginia. He was known for his courage and bravery. In the past few years, he was one of the few manor owners in the south who dared to stand up and organize private soldiers to fight against the harassment of Kujit cavalry. It was because of this that Fatty gave him the task of expanding the southern river channel.

Pollock is definitely a red tree in the aristocratic class. Although he has experienced many ups and downs, he still stands firm. His sharp vision and decisiveness always allow him to choose the right position for himself, so the fat man does not Had doubts about Pollock, even though Herrel insisted that Pollock was the mastermind behind all this.

Mao Mo Naqing brought a water glass filled with Boroya fruit to the two of them. The red fruit was surrounded by ice cubes, giving off a chill that penetrated the heart and spleen.

Pollock was obviously not used to drinking this kind of ice water, but in order to show respect to the fat man, he immediately thanked the fat man for his kindness and at the same time picked up the tea cup. However, the cautious way he held the water cup looked like Carrying jewelry items.

The fat man slowly looked back from the window, looked at Pollock with shining eyes, and said slowly and lowly: Pollock, do you know why I appointed you as the person in charge of the Southern River Channel?

Pollock's face froze, and he slowly raised his movements, as if there was a stone sculpture there, and seemed to be savoring the fat man's words carefully.

The fat man paused for a moment and continued, "It's not because of your flattery and flattery, but because you were the first person to stand up and support Samour in promoting business changes. But look at what you look like now, what you looked like back then." Where is Earl Pollock who wants to defend his manor against the brutal Kujit cavalry? It has only been a few years. The Pollock who was full of vigor and ambition has nothing but an old skin."

Seeing that Pollock didn't make a sound, the fat man stared at him sharply like a falcon, and said sternly, "Pollock, you are still a knight famous in the south for your courage. Have you learned to hide your strength and bide your time? He Ruile said you He has a smuggling fleet under his command. It seems that he does not know that you have always been responsible for transporting the weapons of the Salander garrison. This shows that I have not misjudged you."

"When people get old, they always like to be quieter. The fire of Kleddo in Kyoto burned my entire family to death. It was the Grand Duke who helped me take revenge. I will always remember this." Pollock's face flickered, silent. After a while, he slowly said, "Whether it's glory or scenery, , whether it’s as rich as the country, I’ve been worth everything in this life. This is all thanks to the Grand Duke. I, Pollock, will never forget this. I have nothing to be dissatisfied about now. It’s just that this old bone is not good for the big man. The Duke still has some uses, so he can barely support himself."

"So you kept pushing against He Ruile, like a riding crop, whipping him forward..." The fat man looked at him deeply, with some confused moisture in the corners of his eyes.

"The Grand Duke has met that guy He Ruile, right?" Pollock slowly put down the teacup with a sigh on his face, and said in a tone full of memories.

"His wholehearted focus on post-trade is what makes post-trade develop so fast. The Grand Duke knows that guy Heruile better than I do. Only pressure can make him motivated. I am already old. If in a few years, let him It doesn't matter, but now, if I give in, Heruile will be confused because of the loss of pressure, and his energy will be quickly lost." ..

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