Ride and Cut

"So now the opportunity to resolve the matter peacefully is very precious." Sauron patted his palm lightly, and a servant came in from the door holding a brown-red thin wooden box.

"Marquis Wenger hopes that you can give up your surname. As compensation, he is willing to support your pioneering actions with five hundred gold coins."

The servant put the wooden box on the table and opened it, revealing that it was full of gold coins. Li Cha picked up one, this heavy, seductive, shining gold casts the head of a king but is more loved than the king, and even more tempting to fall than the devil.

There were five hundred of them, and it was overwhelming.

"It seems that we can reach a consensus." Sauron was very old, but his eyes were still bright enough. He saw greed, bone-destroying greed in Li Cha's eyes.

This kind of person usually dies very quickly, but if they are lucky enough to survive, they will often cause a storm.

When was the last time you saw that look? Well, that was still when I looked in the mirror in the morning.

"No!" Li Cha threw the gold coin into the box with great regret.

"Oh?" Sauron slowly frowned.

He'd always been confident in his own mind, and now it felt like things were out of control, and it made him uncomfortable.

Li Cha tapped on the table to emphasize his tone, "That is a glorious surname that has been passed on to more than ten generations of ancestors, carrying countless honors and brilliance, the most precious thing my father gave me, do you understand?"

Sauron heard the most righteous words and the most deafening cry in his life: "Add money!"

"An interest-free loan of one thousand gold coins, but you can only buy things from me." Sauron took a deep breath, trying to maintain a calm expression on his face.

"Deal!" Li Cha propped his hands on the table and stared at the majestic old man, "But you must add the right of first refusal for all goods under your name."

"Yes, Mr. Li Cha, you are really... really wonderful."

Sauron agreed very readily, and Li Cha immediately followed suit.

"I heard that there are a group of highland barbarian slaves in Cologne Arena."

This is the information that Li Cha deliberately inquired about.

The highland barbarians are a branch of the barbarians living in the bitterly cold place in the extreme north, where the cold and harsh climate sharpened them and shaped them. Every adult highland barbarian is both strong and tough, and is recognized as a natural fighter

"Using slave warriors to form a guard? A smart idea." Sauron kept rubbing his thumb on the huge gold ring on his index finger. There was a huge gemstone on it, which was as red as blood. "But I have to remind you, the bravery of those barbarians As famous as being rebellious, don't expect to be obedient."

——"Unless you can follow the rules of the barbarians and teach them to be obedient with your fists."

Sauron added silently in his heart, but that was simply impossible.

It's not that the Cologne Arena didn't think about taming these fighters. As a result, the best gladiators were beaten until they couldn't get out of bed for half a month, and their performance for the month was cut in half.

And this is just the result of the warm-up activities of the highland barbarians.

"That's my business." Li Cha revealed an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Brave young man, it's a deal." Sauron didn't know whether it was a compliment or a mockery. He lowered his head and spread out the parchment, filled the ink with a quill pen, and wrote lines of beautiful round script smoothly.

"Twenty gold coins per person, a total of fifty people." He rolled up the parchment and handed it to Richard, "Take it to the arena, and you will get what you want."

The amount of one thousand gold coins was all emptied, and the gold that was enough to pile up into a hill was only exchanged for a paper scroll, but Li Cha smiled with satisfaction. The first step of planning was implemented smoothly, which is a lucky start.

He bowed to Lord Sauron and retreated along the way he came.

"Sir, you and your lord seem to have a good conversation?" It was still the green-eyed valet who led him.

"It's okay." Li Cha held the wooden box full of gold coins, subconsciously glanced at him, and suddenly felt that his expression seemed a little... strange.

It is not only the mouth that can speak, but also the body language. Sometimes the information conveyed by body movements is even richer and more three-dimensional than real language.

The person is still the same person, and the clothes and hairstyles are still so meticulous. However, compared to the original performance of a standard male servant who was so rigorous that it was almost rigid, he seems to be much more relaxed now.

"Mr. Li Cha, please follow me this way." Green eyes guided Li Cha to a corner away from the gate.

"Is there something wrong?" Li Cha looked very relaxed on the surface, but in fact, every muscle in his body was adjusted to the state of being ready to go, and his hands naturally drooped in a position that was very convenient for drawing the sword.

This might be an assassin from Orlando—he wouldn't be so naive as to think that their conflict was resolved. The so-called nobility means that they are particularly inviolable and have many rules when facing the weak. Li Cha knew in his heart that the newly succeeded Marquis Wenger would definitely want to kill him to wash away the family's shame.

"The Earl really hopes that you can gain some advantage in the struggle with the family." Green Eyes unbuttoned the neckline, and fanned the neckline with his hands.

As a servant of a big family, he was too rude in front of outsiders.

"Why?"

"Because the count is the illegitimate son of the previous Duke Augustus, he has deep sympathy for your situation." Green eyes suddenly lowered his voice, "The count is even willing to provide you with a certain degree of convenience, Of course, it’s limited to private and secret operations.”

"oh……"

Li Cha nodded happily, thinking, I believe you.

If it is just because they are all illegitimate children, then Sauron, an old fox, will be busy. The Northeast Province alone can raise more than 500, and the entire Pompeii can pull out a legion.

This kind of reason is okay to fool the indigenous youth, but how can it fool an old ghost who has lived in two lives. But for him at this moment, it is better to have one more ally with evil intentions than to be alone.

"Then you are?" Li Cha thinks that the identity of green eyes is not that simple.

Ordinary male servants would not know the dark history of the master's house, let alone act as an intermediary in secret negotiations.

"You are the illegitimate son of the old Marquis of Orlando, the earl is the illegitimate son of the previous generation of dukes, and I..." He looked at Li Cha, and there seemed to be a deep sea hidden in the gray-green pupils, "I am the illegitimate son of the earl, my name is Luo grid."

"..."

Li Cha petrified on the spot.