635 Angry Blood (7)

The bright and translucent ice cubes slowly melted in the warm sunlight, and the water droplets dripped from the bright red Poloya fruit surface onto the precious Nanmu tabletop, and the fat man touched his sweaty nose and put a chilled Poloya fruit in his mouth.

The juice is sweet with a hint of coolness. Now is the season when the specialty fruit of central Salander, the Poloa fruit, is ripe in abundance.

However, due to the impact of the ongoing war in Saland, the production of Poloa fruit has decreased by at least 90 percent.

So that a kind of fruit, which was originally very ordinary, became a hundred times more valuable after a series of arduous transportation, and became a luxury item that the nobles of Zhvading on the other side of the strait rushed to enjoy.

In order to ensure the freshness of the boloa fruit, the Salander merchants will use a large number of representative ice cubes to keep it, which is more and more precious in this hot summer.

Being able to quietly taste the chilled lychee, while being accompanied by beautiful women, listening to the soft words and warm fragrance of Sokutus Delan, the fat man admitted from the bottom of his heart that this is indeed a very comfortable life, it can simply consume the ideals and aspirations of a qiē person, and make people fall forever.

Every time I think of this depraved life that I used to longed for, the fat man is a little emotional, if the Kugit people didn't go south at the beginning, then they might be living such a day now, flirting with the beautiful village girl, living a natural and comfortable little lord life, which is like now, running around at every turn, wandering in the whirlpool of war and conspiracy,

Perhaps that's the case, countless heroes who once made waves on the mainland, after only five or six years of comfortable life, have become ordinary people with no fighting spirit, although they have great power, but in the end they still died in their own hands.

Gentle Township is a hero's mound, how sharp is the vision of the ancients, but how many heroes can withdraw from Gentle Township? At least at this moment, I feel that it is very difficult.

"My lord, the person you are looking for has already arrived. A waiter dressed as a guard stopped at the door.

"It's not the right time"

The fat man smiled apologetically at Mao Monaqing, who was holding a polia fruit in his arms,

The beautiful and gentle Mao Monaqing's face was flushed, and she immediately took out of his arms, and quickly and elegantly put away her half-open clothes, and at the same time arranged the items in the room to make them look neat and orderly. The whole room was simple and elegant, and she thought that only such a style would suit the style of Duke Vecchia's Falcon.

As soon as Qiē was ready, Mao Mona Qing opened the pearl curtain, and there was a faint blush on her pretty face.

Soon, Mao Mona Qing walked in with an old nobleman in his fifties.

The old man's body is thin, but his face is quite good, and he has an amiable face. There is a professional smile between the actions, and the actions are quite steady, so that people can know at a glance that he is the kind of hypocritical businessman, and he will not be mistaken by using idioms such as hiding a knife in his smile and a sword in his belly.

"Pollock, we haven't seen each other for 4 months, right" The fat man played with the red Poloya fruit in his hand, looked at him lightly, and said in a serious tone, "I heard that you have been very prosperous recently, the person behind the control of the Southern River, the despicable partner of the smuggler, these should be all you."

"I don't know when, you fell in love with the wealth of weapon smuggling again, I don't know if you Master Pollock, can you also show me a way to make money, make money together, make money together, and eat alone but sink into the sea"

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

The body was lying on the ground, trembling with fright, if anyone saw it, they must not have imagined that Archdeacon Pollock, who was ranked fourth in the business league and was known as the one who controlled the southern rivers, would also have such a wolf bèi

"Hehe, even if you are a little self-aware" The fat man sneered in his mouth and waved his hand, "Get up, do you want me to pull you up myself?"

"Don't dare, don't dare" The old man hurriedly 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 the relatives had been reunited after a long absence, and he was excited.

Both eyes seemed to be oozing cloudy tears. Sobbing with emotion, he said, "The subordinate is a loyal dog of the adult, from beginning to end", "loyal dog" The fat man's face was slightly flustered, he withdrew his hand coldly, looked at the old man expressionlessly, and said coldly

"Lord Pollock, you're so excited, so excited that you feel so hypocritical. Although you are indeed very good at disguising, you don't want to come out all the time. ”

The old man didn't seem to hear the fat man's sarcastic language at all. is still exaggerated with a small handkerchief to wipe the tears in his eyes, 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 seems that his eyes have become an inexhaustible spring, and if he is not careful, he will flood this room, and he sobbed intermittently, "This is a cry from the bottom of my heart, really, my lord, you are my idol, only as a deacon of the business alliance can know, you are the most talented person in this continent, whether it is the business alliance or the golden route, all we can do is to follow the path planned by the adults, and follow your footsteps...... Our glory and riches are bestowed upon us by the Grand Duke."

The fat man's eyebrows frowned, and he wiped the palm of the hand he had just shaken with him impatiently, and said unceremoniously

The fat man sat down, gestured to the chair next to him, and said indifferently, "I came to you today to give you a chance, not to let you come to pat my ass, I know that you are afraid that others will always mention your past, so you are so obscure, but in my case, whether you are an earl, whether you have served as a sheriff in Chrysdor, I don't mind"

"Yes, yes"

Pollock sat down nervously, his eyes wandering tentatively at the fat man from time to time, but most of the time, his eyes were on his toes, and his appearance was as if he were an old man in his last years.

However, the fat man doesn't care about his appearance at all, and in reality, if you judge his character from the appearance, it will be very wrong,

Pollock was a very famous knight in the south of Vekia when he was young, known for his bravery and bravery, and in the face of the attack of the Kugit cavalry a few years ago, he was also one of the few manor owners in the south who dared to stand up and organize private soldiers to fight, and the fat man took a fancy to this, so he gave him the task of expanding the southern river,

Pollock is definitely an evergreen tree of the aristocratic class, although he has experienced many ups and downs, but he still stands, and his sharp vision and decisiveness always allow him to choose his own position, so the fat man did not doubt Pollock, even if He Ruile insisted that Pollock was the mastermind behind this qiē

Mao Mona Qing brought the two of them a glass of water with Poloya fruits, the red fruits were surrounded by ice cubes, revealing a chill that penetrated into the heart.

Pollock was obviously not accustomed to drinking this kind of ice water, but as a sign of respect for the fat man, he thanked the fat man for his kindness at the first time, and at the same time held the teacup with a cautious appearance, which looked like he was holding a jewelry object.

The fat man's gaze slowly withdrew from the window, looked at Pollock with shining eyes, and said slowly in a low voice: Pollock, do you know why I appointed you as the person in charge of the Southern River?

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

The fat man's voice paused, and he continued, "It's not because of your flattery and sycophancy, but because you were the first person to stand up and support Samoor's promotion of business change, but look at your current appearance, where is the Count Pollock who faced the murderous Kugit cavalry and had to defend his manor, it's only been a few years, and the Pollock, who was full of sharpness and ambition, has nothing but an old skin?"

Seeing that Pollock didn't make a sound, the fat falcon-like eyes stared sharply at him, and said sternly, "Pollock, you are still a knight who is famous for his courage in the south, have you also learned to keep quiet, He Ruile said that you have a smuggling fleet under your command, it seems that he doesn't know that the weapons of the Salander garrison are constantly transported by you, which shows that I am not wrong about you"

"People are old, they always like to be quiet, the fire in Chrystoin in Kyoto burned my whole family, it was the Grand Duke who helped me avenge me, I will always remember this" Pollock's face flickered, and he was silent for a while, before he said slowly, "Whether it is glorious scenery or rich country, I am worth it in this life, this is all thanks to the Grand Duke, this point, I Pollock will never forget it, I have nothing to be dissatisfied with now, but this old bone is still of some use to the Grand Duke, so it is barely supported"

"So you keep squeezing He Ruile, like a horsewhip, keep pumping him and run forward......" The fat man looked at him with deep eyes, and there was some confusion in the corners of his eyes

"The Grand Duke has seen that guy from Horrele," Pollock slowly put down the teacup with emotion, sighed, and said in a tone full of memories

"He is so focused on the sea trade that the sea trade has developed so fast The Grand Duke knows that guy He Ruile better than me, only pressure can make him motivated I am already old, if it is a few years later, it doesn't matter if I let him have some, but now, if I back down, He Ruile will be confused because of the pressure, and his sharpness will be quickly lost."

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