The Original Vampire

The air in the entire conference hall froze.

No one dared to make a sound, and even their breathing was extremely controlled.

The strong smell of blood gradually spread out, making all the half-elf businessmen here finally realize one thing - nobles can kill!

No matter how suave and friendly they were, from beginning to end, the rule of the nobility was based on violence.

In front of the nobles, no matter how rich the merchants are, they are just lambs to be slaughtered.

Marquis Vincent used a bloody corpse to make the half-elf merchants here recognize the cold reality again.

Some people's faces are ashen, they dare not speak out, some people are afraid, their eyes are dodged, and some people are downcast and completely accept their fate...

Javier was also sweating at this time, and his heart was full of remorse.

He thought that he had invited a strong aid, but he did not expect that this was a strong aid, it was simply another jackal!

Instead, he felt that he might as well have joined Count Angele in the first place...

Just when everyone was on pins and needles, a half-elf businessman raised his hand hesitantly and said hesitantly, "Hou... Lord Marquis... That... I drink too much water... I want to go for convenience. …”

Marquis Vincent glanced at the man and said coldly, "Hold on!"

The man's face turned pale, he nodded with a dry smile, and seemed to be muttering to himself, "Okay, okay, I can... just bear with it..."

The meeting room was filled with a depressing atmosphere, almost suffocating.

Finally, Marquis Vincent spoke again: "Continuing the topic just now, I know that you are distressed for your own food, but if you want to change Silvermoon City, how can you not pay the price?

Hehe, do you really expect that you can just sit back and enjoy the success without doing anything? "

Marquis Vincent glanced around and found that no one dared to look at him, and no one dared to refute any more, so his tone softened and said:

"Of course, after the event is completed, you will also have a share of the benefits obtained, which may be able to make up for your losses."

Hearing this, everyone smiled happily.

They all opened their mouths to praise the kindness and generosity of the Saint-Pros family.

Watching the face-changing performances of these mercenary businessmen, Marquis Vincent sneered in his heart, but he didn't show anything on the surface.

At this point, the two sides finally reached an agreement that the half-elf merchants would, according to Marquis Vincent's request, set their granaries on fire at the designated time, causing chaos. They will be compensated for part of the Eastern Territory.

However, the exact amount of compensation and how to compensate, Marquis Vincent did not mention a word.

In the past, the half-elf merchants would have sneered at such empty promises, but now, facing the mighty Marquis Vincent and the bloody corpse, they did not dare to ask any more questions.

At this time, they can only comfort themselves - the reputation of the St. Pros family should still be credible.

Seeing that the goal was achieved, Marquis Vincent ignored the enthusiasm of the merchants and went straight out.

Outside the door, the low-key carriage was still parked, but there were more guards around.

Marquis Vincent impatiently dismissed Javier and others who were seeing him off, walked to the carriage alone, and asked the knight standing by, "Duke Mordwin invited?"

The knight's face froze, and he shook his head and said, "My lord, Duke Mordwin doesn't want to come."

Marquis Vincent frowned and was about to curse, but he heard the knight say, "However, we have invited the son of Duke Merdwin, Charles Merdwin."

Marquis Vincent's face softened a little and asked, "How many sons does Duke Mordwin have?"

"Just this one."

"it is good."

Marquis Vincent nodded and stepped into the carriage.

The interior space is very spacious, and the decoration is extraordinarily luxurious compared to the low-key exterior.

"Dear Marquis Vincent, welcome to Silvermoon City!"

Looking at the young boy in front of him, Marquis Vincent smiled and said, "Charlie, how old are you?"

"I am twelve years old this year, Your Honorable Marquis."

Marquis Vincent nodded, motioned Charlie to sit down, and then sat down himself, while sighing: "Your father dare not come to see me, is he afraid that I will blame him for deceiving me last time?"

"Father cheated on you?" Charlie asked blankly.

Marquis Vincent suddenly realized that the little guy in front of him didn't understand anything at all, and the reason why he appeared in his carriage was probably the result of the dissatisfaction with Queen Elsa's rule in the Modiwen family.

Therefore, Marquis Vincent lost his desire to chat with the little brat, and said with a smile: "That's some old things, so I won't go into details. Charlie, do you know why you came to see me?"

"Know."

"Oh why?"

"To overthrow Queen Elsa's rule!" Charlie said in a tender voice, with a very serious expression on his face.

Marquis Vincent looked at the little boy in front of him with interest, and continued to ask, "Then tell me, how to overthrow Queen Elsa's rule?"

"Queen Elsa is about to give birth, and I will take this opportunity to lead the Silvermoon Guards into the palace and force her to return the throne to the Modiwan family!"

"So, are you sure you can make the Silvermoon Guard obey your orders?"

"Yes!"

"But the commander of the Silver Moon Guard is obviously your father? Will he agree to your actions?"

"Father is a coward!" Charlie said disdainfully, "But, I have met with the uncles and uncles of the Silvermoon Guard, and they all support me!"

"So powerful!" Marquis Vincent praised, but he was sneering in his heart——

The nobles of the half-elf are really kind, and they actually let a little kid be at the forefront!

However, of course, Marquis Vincent would not remind Charlie that his group of "uncles and uncles" were just afraid of taking responsibility and pushed him out as a standout.

Marquis Vincent's praise made Charlie proudly raise his head, as if he had seen the image of the annoying Queen Elsa begging for forgiveness in front of him.

"Charlie, why do you want to overthrow Queen Elsa?"

"Because the half-elf throne belongs to our Modiwen family, and Grandpa also told me that Elsa is a bad woman!"

Marquis Vincent was stunned for a moment, only to realize that the "grandfather" in Charlie's mouth was referring to the old half-elf king, the husband of Queen Elsa.

Thinking of this, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, he nodded and said, "Okay! He really deserves to be the young Yingjie of the Modiwen family! Don't worry, the Eastern Border doesn't like this Queen Elsa either. When the time is right, I will Will stand up to support your Modiwen family."

"Thank you for your support! The friendship between the Saint Prooss family and the Modiwan family will last forever!"

Seeing that his empty vernacular made Charlie grateful, Marquis Vincent couldn't help sneering in his heart, and at the same time lamented——

The Modiwen family is really a generation after generation.

The old king was a strong opponent that even the Duke of the East had to take seriously. As for Prince William, the current Duke of Mordwin, although he was not very smart, at least he could see the situation clearly, and when it came to Charles...

Of course, Marquis Vincent would definitely not care about the future and fate of the Modiwan family, and he would not have any psychological burden to send a teenage child to the battlefield.

After encouraging Charlie a few words, Marquis Vincent sent him away.

Sitting alone in the carriage, Marquis Vincent was lost in thought.

He knew very well that it was still a fool's dream to turn the current Silvermoon City upside down just by relying on those half-elf merchants and the Silvermoon Guards commanded by a little brat.

But fortunately, his plan goes far beyond that.

Thinking of this, Marquis Vincent reached out and clasped the side wall of the carriage, and ordered:

"Go to the Temple of Destiny."