The Original Vampire

"Cough...this wine, can we drink it?"

In the hall of the palace, a half-elf businessman asked with a hoarse throat.

They were invited here by Count Angele, but only halfway through the conversation, the accident of the assassination of Marquis Vincent occurred.

After Earl Angelie left, the half-elf merchants who had been thirsty for most of the day looked at the red wine in front of them and couldn't help it.

But even so, no one dared to drink alcohol first.

"Take a sip, drink less, it should be fine." Someone suggested.

But although the speaker made this suggestion, he did not do it himself.

There was another unbearable silence.

Finally, Javier couldn't hold his breath anymore, only to see him drink the wine in front of him in one gulp under the surprised eyes of others, and then said loudly:

"Where's the maid? Please fill me with wine!"

However, embarrassingly, no maid came in at all.

Javier snorted and stood up immediately, but just as he was about to go out, the armored guard standing by the side immediately stepped forward to stop him.

Javier didn't dare to force his way, so he could only say politely, "I just want to find a maid to pour the wine."

But the guard didn't say a word, just stopped in front of Javier.

Javier could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and asked loudly: "We have been sitting here for a long time, can't we ask for some drinks to quench our thirst? Is this the way of hospitality in the palace?"

As soon as the voice fell, an indifferent voice came from outside the hall: "Hospitality? Mr. Javier, do you think you are a guest?"

Javier froze on the spot when he heard this familiar voice.

A group of half-elf merchants watched Colin strode into the hall, with both gloating over Javier and apprehension about their own destiny.

At the same time, what they are more curious about is whether the assassination of Marquis Vincent was successful?

If Marquis Vincent really died in Silvermoon City, the Eastern Territory would never let it go.

pity,

Colin's expression when he came in was similar to when he left, calm and indifferent, as if nothing had happened, and the half-elf merchants couldn't see any clues from it.

"Earl, Lord Earl...I..."

Colin walked past Javier, without looking at him, he sat down in the main seat, interrupting Javier who was fumbling, saying:

"In my eyes now, you are criminals who participated in the rebellion, not guests! Who else among you can't understand your situation?"

Colin's eyes swept around, and seeing that no one dared to look at him, he turned back to Javier.

"Mr. Javier, do you have any comments on my previous proposal?"

"I... I think Lord Count's proposal is very reasonable! We half-elf business community really need a unified foreign trade organization, so as to avoid unnecessary internal disputes."

Javier got such an opportunity, and hurriedly sang praises to Colin's proposal, trying to eliminate the bad feeling left by his reckless behavior just now on Colin.

He also wanted to understand that whether the half-elf merchants wanted to or not, Colin would not continue to let them out of control.

The establishment of the half-elf foreign trade company is unstoppable.

So, since you can't resist, you should just be a little bit more proactive, maybe you can win some impression points, and even get a good position in the half-elf business world that is about to usher in a major reshuffle.

Sure enough, Colin was very satisfied with this knowledgeable half-elf businessman, the indifference on his face eased slightly, and he glanced around at the rest of the half-elf businessmen present, and asked:

"What about the others? Do you have any opinions?"

At this time, the rest of the half-elf merchants naturally did not dare to be the first bird, and they all expressed their approval.

"Okay! That's the decision!" Colin clapped his hands, stood up, raised the wine glass in front of him, and said loudly, "Let's toast together to celebrate the establishment of the Half-Elves Foreign Trade Company!"

Ding ding ding.

With the crisp clinking of glasses, the half-elf merchants drank the red wine in the glasses with smiles, but their hidden emotions were particularly complicated.

...

After the chaos, Yinyue City regained its calm.

However, the wounds left by the rebellion could not be eliminated in a short time, and blood cavalry squads could be seen everywhere on the streets.

The bodies of the dead rebels have been cleaned up, but the bodies of the executed half-elf nobles who participated in the rebellion are still hanging on the central square of the city.

When the people of Yinyue City passed by here, they couldn't help but glance at the old men who were high in the past. There was fear in their hearts, and there was an indescribable joy in their hearts.

This political storm is just a nightmare for ordinary half-elves. They don't care too much about who wins and who loses, they just want to live their peaceful life.

In a luxurious villa in the commercial district of Silvermoon City, Javier is welcoming several familiar half-elf businessmen into the living room.

After a few chats, they all fell into silence.

Seeing that the atmosphere gradually became awkward, Javier, the master, coughed lightly and said, "I got the exact news that Marquis Vincent has been assassinated!"

"What? Are you sure?"

"Sure." Javier nodded with a gloomy face, "He was killed by Duke Mordwin."

"Duke Mordwin?"

The other half-elf businessmen looked at each other in dismay, and found the news a little unbelievable.

Seeing this, Javier explained: "I guess that Duke Medvin felt that Marquis Vincent had used conspiracy to force himself into the rebellion, and this was why he held grudges and held them together by means of two people. opportunity, and killed Marquis Vincent in a sneak attack."

"It's possible..."

"Furthermore, I also sent someone to carefully observe the corpse of Duke Medwan in the city square. His corpse was obviously more severely decomposed than the corpses of other half-elf nobles.

This shows that the Duke of Mordwin was already dead before he was executed.

And I also heard that after Duke Mordwin killed Marquis Vincent at the palace, he knew that he would not be spared, so he killed himself on the spot. This caused him to die earlier than the other half-elf nobles. "

The half-elf merchants nodded one after another, feeling even more that Javier's news was true.

"Then, Mr. Javier, what should we do? Marquis Vincent died in Silvermoon City, and the Eastern Territory will never let it go. We will continue to set up a half-elf foreign trade company as requested by Earl Angele. ?"

Javier sneered and said disdainfully, "Do we still have a choice now?"

Everyone stopped talking now.

Indeed, even if Dongjing will take revenge for Marquis Vincent, the current Silvermoon City is still under the control of Earl Angele. If you want to get rid of a group of disobedient half-elf businessmen, you will just shoot to death. A few flies make no difference.

Javier took everyone's face into his eyes, and said again: "However, we can't do anything."

"Mr. Javier, what are your thoughts?"

"Do you all believe me?" Javier didn't answer immediately, but asked in a deep voice.

"Of course I believe you!"

"You have always been the leader of our half-elf business world!"

"Yes, Mr. Javier, now we can only rely on you!"

...

Listening to everyone's praise, Javier's face brightened, but then he waved his hand reservedly and said:

"Since everyone trusts me, I'll say it straight.

In my opinion, if we want to maintain the independence of the half-elf business world, we must seek foreign aid. Otherwise, it is impossible for us to fight against Queen Elsa and Count Angele. "

"Mr. Javier, who is the foreign aid you speak of...?"

"Of course it's the East Territory!"

"East?"

"Yes." Javier said confidently, "The news of Marquis Vincent's death is still being blocked. Obviously, Queen Elsa and Earl Angelie don't want the Eastern Border to know the news so soon.

But if we spy on the news..."

A half-elf businessman thought of the turmoil that might be caused, he couldn't help shivering, and said, "If the Eastern Territory really sends troops again, won't our industry be damaged again?"

"Idiot!" Javier scolded unceremoniously, "Only when the east and the north fight can we have both sides and the possibility of asking for prices on both sides. Now, we can only be slaughtered by Count Angele!"

"However, will the Eastern Border really send troops to Yinyue City?" One person asked worriedly.

After all, the destruction of the Pegasus Legion was imminent last time, and the Saint Proos family might not necessarily send troops for Marquis Vincent.

Javier smiled calmly and said: "This requires us to make some efforts, so that the Duke of St. Pros has to send troops."

Everyone was instantly refreshed and quickly asked:

"what should we do?"