Steel, Guns and the Industrial Party Across the World

Viscount Angelo walked cautiously in the corridors of the castle. Although he had been here many times, he still hadn't adapted to the environment inside.

It's dark and gloomy, and its characteristics are like a dungeon inhabited by ghosts in horror stories. Why does the owner like to live in this kind of place?

The Earl of Kent is really an unpredictable person in every way.

With his own thoughts, An Qiluo turned a corner and stopped in an open place.

He tidied up his clothes, and walked slowly to a tall and gorgeous room door.

Two guards with halberds stood on the left and right of the door. Seeing An Qiluo approaching, they crossed their weapons and blocked the door of the room.

The guard glanced up and down at Angelo coldly, that look made him feel like a lamb being targeted by a hungry wolf.

Remember, you are a nobleman, but these are just two soldiers standing in front of you, and you are the guest of their lord.

He regained some arrogance, tried not to look timid, puffed out his chest and said loudly in the tone he had trained in the position of keeper of the seal:

"Viscount Angelo, Keeper of Bairding's Seal, is here at the invitation of the Earl of Kent."

Damn it, I have seen the count several times, but his two personal guards still act as if they don't know him.

Angelo wasn't just angry, apart from his wounded self-esteem, he was vaguely aware of some kind of panic hidden in his heart.

The full of hope that came to seek refuge in the early days has disappeared, and all that is left is the uneasiness after living under the fence.

The two guards still stood still, continuing to stare at Angelo, and the weapons blocking the door were not withdrawn.

Angelo closed his eyes and waited quietly.

One minute, or two minutes, in short, it feels like a century.

Finally, a voice came from behind the thick wooden door: "Come in."

Angelo exhaled lightly.

Two guards withdrew their weapons, and one of them gently pushed the door open.

He adjusted his mentality and walked slowly into the room.

"Bang Dang" came from behind, and the closing of the door made Angelo shiver involuntarily.

This is the study of the Earl of Kent, the space is very large, but the atmosphere is more weird than the outside of the room.

It was clearly broad daylight, but the windows of the room were tightly covered with thick curtains, preventing even a ray of sunlight from entering.

The lighting in such a large room is only relying on the faint light from a floor-standing candlestick. A person is sitting on a wicker chair next to the candlestick, concentrating on flipping through a thick book.

"Can he read the words on it?"

As soon as An Qiluo had such an idea, the person on the wicker chair spoke, although he didn't look up at him.

"Mr. Viscount, please sit down."

Lord Maltz Kent pointed to the chair on the other side of the candlestick.

This is a man with pale skin and a shady face, with a pointed nose and deep-set eye sockets surrounded by faint dark circles. Although he is only middle-aged, the hair on the top of his head is already half bald.

"Thank you, Lord Kent."

An Qiluo swallowed a mouthful of saliva, walked to the wicker chair and sat down with his weak legs, although he didn't know why his legs were weak.

"Then, Viscount Angelo, come and talk to me about Berding."

The Earl of Kent said casually, his eyes still on his book.

The other party was finally willing to mention Bairdin's matter, Angelo wanted to cry but had no tears.

I met the earl several times, but each time I was dismissed lightly after a sentence or two. The only time I stayed with him for a long time was when I stayed for lunch. Not a single word was said.

This time we must seize the opportunity.

"Lord Kent, the lord of Arda, Paul Grayman, has detained our lord—Earl Myron Garnard without authorization."

"And we, in order to maintain the glory of Bairdin, raised troops against this tyrannical lord, but in the end we were defeated."

…

Angelo spent nearly half an hour detailing the "causes and consequences" that led to his exile.

"My lord is still in the hands of the opponent, so you are so eager to raise troops, you are really loyal and brave!"

The Earl of Kent said this suddenly, without concealing the irony in his words.

An Qiluo blushed, and then said seriously: "Indeed, we were dazzled by the other party's evil deeds and slanders at the time, and his notice must have been distributed to you, just how shameless is it? Can the mind fabricate things out of nothing?”

"So, you came to me to...?"

"Master Earl, please make the decision for us, please help us recapture Bairding! We...we have nowhere to go now."

Then the room fell silent.

Angelo just waited, and when he became more and more irritable, the Earl of Kent asked:

"So, what can I get?"

Naked and undisguised.

An Qiluo was furious in his heart. Before, in order to have a strong foreign aid, he had given so much property to the person in front of him. Now that he really needed help, the other party even wanted to speak loudly.

But he didn't dare to show his anger at all, and still said in a humble tone: "Lord Kent, I can't give you anything now."

The Earl of Kent shook his head: "I'm not talking about the present, but the future. What can you give me after you take the seat of Lord Beilding in the future?"

Angelo was shocked: "My lord, Myron Ganard is still alive, I...I..."

"Hmph, there's no need for us to hide it. Except for your inexperienced young master, who do you think you can hide from old Garnard? Now that you have made the first step, let's open the bow." How can there be any reason to turn around?"

In just a moment, what the other party said made An Qiluo break out in cold sweat.

The Earl of Kent didn't urge him either, just quietly waiting for his reply.

"Lord Kent..." Angelo finally said:

"If you can help me obtain the seat of Lord Beilding, I will cede the land of a town to you."

The other party did not respond.

An Qiluo gritted his teeth and continued to increase the price: "Two towns!"

After waiting in embarrassment for a while, there was still no expected response.

"A barony!"

…

After repeatedly increasing the price to no avail, Angelo finally collapsed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The other party's appetite was too great.

But he can't give up, if he doesn't grasp at the straw, he really has nothing. Before, I was looking for foreign aid everywhere, and only one person responded. Now it seems that I was really blind at that time.

He had no choice but to say something that made his heart bleed: "Half of Bairdin's territory, this is my final bottom line."

The Earl of Kent moved his fingers and tapped slowly on the armrest of the chair, as if he was considering Angelo's words.

Only then did Angelo notice that the Earl's nails were long and sharp, making one's scalp tingle just by looking at them.

He bite the bullet and said, "My lord, if you cut it again, there will only be one city of Butuya left in Bairdin."

"Okay! That's it."

The Earl of Kent finally agreed, Angelo heaved a sigh of relief, and then felt extremely distressed.

"Go back first, and I'll let you know when I'm ready."

The count issued an order to evict the guest, and Angelo had no choice but to obey. He stood up, bowed to the other party, and left the room slowly.

He knew that he couldn't be too impatient at this time.

From the time he entered the room to the time he left, the count never took his eyes off the book, and never looked at him from the beginning to the end.

After the door was closed, the Earl of Kent finally closed the book and put it on the small square table beside him.

Then, he picked up a water glass on the square table.

This is a water cup made of porcelain, very exquisite, with a lifelike rose painted on it.

The count didn't drink water, but kept playing with the water glass in his hand. It could be seen that he liked this kind of vessel very much.

He looked at the water glass and said to himself: "Now, let me see which one of you offers a higher price."