"Your dirty deal actually attracted a drow attacker. This criminal caused huge losses to Austria. You must give me an explanation." In the court of Vienna, Justice Hohenzollern was scolding loudly.

The messenger of House Baenre.

"These transactions provide Austria with a large amount of tax revenue. How can they be dirty? What's more, the attackers may not be drows. Maybe there are enemies of your country disguised as drows attacking your caravans."

This daughter has been to Vienna many times recently. Her value in this trade has strengthened her strength, and her strength has given her confidence. Confident women are the most beautiful. "The so-called declaration that alcohol is not allowed to be sold is unreliable. Maybe it is the enemy's confusion.

Audiovisual.”

"Alcohol trade in Austria is completely legal. The dirty ones are of course those of you who do not allow legal transactions and monopolize the black market through smuggling." Justice Hohenzollern was domineering. As the chief minister of a large European country, he had no influence on the Black Continent.

The envoys of a city-state with a population of ten thousand have no idea of ​​equal exchanges. The strength of the country behind them determines the status of diplomats.

Exposure to the social circles of Vienna improved Miss Benry's makeup skills, and now she is a beauty with the best of both humans and drows.

Now she was very beautiful even by the harshest human standards. She had thought that Ladislaus, like other men, was willing to pay a huge price for her body.

It's a pity that Ladislaus still didn't give her a chance. Today, Ladislaus gave the job of making strong arguments to Justice Hohenzollern.

The fight Anna stirred up was intense enough, and he didn't want to add other players to the arena.

"The declaration is unreliable, but he can know which fleet is delivering wine to you. It is obvious that you have his sympathizers or subordinates in the fleet in Trieste." The attitude of Justice Hohenzollern

Very tough, "You must compensate us for our losses."

"But we bought those wines at a price that was much higher than the market price in Vienna, just to get security services. How can we be compensated?!" Of course, Miss Benry could not agree to this kind of blackmail.

"Your business transactions have nothing to do with me. I ask you to compensate for the losses caused by the criminal activities of drow terrorists in Austria." Justice Hohenzollern has nothing to do with Harna. This just allows him to say this

talk.

"There is no conclusive evidence to prove that it was Drow who attacked the caravan. Even if it is Drow, it is part of the business risk. How can the buyer compensate for the loss?" Miss Bain Rui was very angry. She was in Timbatuk City.

She is also a person who always speaks her mind. In her opinion, reasoning itself is a sign of weakness, but here she can only be reasonable.

"The fleets of the Kingdom of France and Liguria are now in the harbor, and the Spanish fleet has blocked all hostile ports in the Mediterranean. Your trade routes with France and Liguria are cut off, the port of Venice is in chaos, and you cannot get alcohol from Venice. Spain

Most of the merchants who dare to trade with you have been burned to ashes." It makes sense for the Austrian side to dare to be so tough. "The alcohol in the Port of Trieste is very important to your Banre family now, and the merchants of other families have already been burned to ashes."

The roads are all cut off. You don’t want to live the good life of enjoying the benefits of this trade route alone, so do you have to let me contact the Duden family?”

As soon as the name Duden appeared, Baenre's eldest daughter finally changed her color. Austria's high-end alcoholic products are now a smuggling resource that every city-state in the Black Continent is very eager for. It's just because we were the first to provide the Elephant Beast Fang. For Austria's art

The product market is very valuable, so it can get priority supply.

The Duden family from the same city-state also has this white, dense, high-quality carving raw material to supply, and there are many conflicts between them in the Black Continent. They are the real life-and-death enemies of the Baenre family.

"Even so, I want to get it justly." Miss Benry is still obsessed with it. She doesn't understand the principle of surrendering when there is no bargaining chip.

A guard wearing a wide-brimmed hat next to him suddenly interrupted her futile defense: "Miss Benry, you are wasting your time. There has been no batch of high-quality wine delivered to Green Point Port for a whole month. We have no time to waste."

The Port of Green Point is a port on the Atlantic coast. Since the Portuguese polluted several key oases in the Sahara desert, the traditional trade route between Tripoli and Timbatuk has become extremely dangerous. Only the most skilled people are brave.

Only merchants who dare to take that desert trade route.

The main trade route of the Black Continent has moved southward to the Niger River Basin, and most Europa-Black Continent commercial activities have to be transported by sea to the Port of Green Point on the Atlantic coast for transit.

The Portuguese benefited greatly from this transfer. So although there is no evidence, everyone believes that the people behind the pollution of the oasis are the Portuguese.

"Jarlaxle! How dare you interrupt me, you despicable male?" Miss Baenre, who was used to arrogance in the Green Church Port and Timbatuk, lost her mind and took out the words in the court of Vienna.

The whip is about to attack the man named Jarlaxle.

The drow named Jarlaxle easily subdued Miss Baenre before Jones, who was hiding in the shadows, could reach her.

Although he seemed to have only one eye, the rather thorny Miss Benry was hit in the back of the head by him three or two times.

Then two drow servants took away the knocked out lady. They did not join the siege of Jarlaxle as Miss Baenre had expected. Instead, they obeyed his orders.

"I hope you have your master's authorization and not just a whim." Justice Hohenzollern doesn't care who he talks to, as long as he has the final say.

"I'll make you laugh. During Miss Banre's girlhood, our drow believed in the cruel prostitute Rus, and her mother was one of the first matrons to convert to Allah. She not only saved her life but also kept her power, so this

Miss, how should I put it, is a little out of date with the times."

There was a feather so beautiful on his broad-brimmed hat that even the well-informed Chancellor of Hohenzollern could not help but be dazzled by its beautiful color.

"At least Queen Rose doesn't abstain from drinking, right? And there is always the deepest bond between mother and daughter. I hope you can protect our common interests." Justice Hohenzollern's words became more forceful, and the farce that the negotiating opponent had just intensified.

Austria's strong position.

"Please rest assured that Her Majesty the Mistress would not have sent me here if she had complete trust in her daughter. However, I also hope that Her Majesty Habsburg can come to see me directly. Although you are also very noble, Your Majesty the Chancellor, but I am

The people of the wilderness only recognize the majesty of the warlock royal family." Jarlaxle took off his broad-brimmed hat, revealing a shining bald head.

He wore an eyepatch and spoke with his other eye toward the wall next to Chancellor Hohenzollern.

Justice Hohenzollern saw a black smiling face. Besides confidence and optimism, was there anything else in the smile?

Where had he seen it? By the way, the face of the old emperor Maximilian?

This is the wisdom of looking down upon everything after seeing the world clearly. Does it belong to an outstanding person?

Ridiculous, the Hohenzollern Chancellor drove this ridiculous thought out of his mind.

"What qualifications do you have to ask the Habsburg Highness to come to see you? Even your so-called mistress should be honored to be received by me." Although Jarlaxle's request was suspected of being excessive, the Hohenzollern Master

The judge did not look furious, because the Zhuoer's words meant that he was about to make a major concession.

However, the name Jarlaxle gave Justice Hohenzollern a sense of déjà vu. Where had he heard this name before?

Justice Hohenzollern couldn't remember for a moment. He was at work at the moment. Since it was not impossible to give someone some face, etiquette could not be compared with practical benefits. Of course, in the end, Ladislaus

to decide.

"According to you humans, a spellcaster who can contact the ninth level of the magic network can be called a country protector. The corresponding level of warriors is called a protector. They can enjoy the honorific title of His Highness in person and enjoy diplomatic and ceremonial privileges.

Jarlaxle turned to Jones, who had been staring at him since he appeared, "Entreri, oh. It should be His Highness Entreri. I think you can prove that I am also a His Highness. I still need to be with the noble Habs."
Chapter completed!