[Sea Blue City Suburbs]

[Navare Manor]

Unlike the sultry and unbearable sea blue city, the Navare Manor located in the suburbs is pleasant and cool.

The artificial gardens surrounding the main house separate the scorching heat from restlessness. The evening breeze blows and makes rustling sounds, and it is still a quiet and peaceful old scene - except for the mercenaries hired to guard the manor.

The deterioration of the security situation in Hailan City has also changed the lives of the wealthy people living in suburban manors.

Some families took out weapons and armor at the bottom of the box and began to arm servants and friends to protect themselves; some families gave up the comfortable suburban manor and chose to move back to the airtight old houses in the city.

After a rumor about a family being destroyed by robbers in a certain place floating into the sea, the rich became more generous and generous in paying for someone to use swords for themselves.

The business of the mercenary group became prosperous again, with good reputation and high-skilled mercenaries in short supply. Even the dock gangs came in and became a violent leasing group that was semi-open to practice.

Ordinary people who had no spare money to hire thugs to protect themselves naturally turned their anger and resentment to the Supervisor and the Venetta Army, which should have protected the masses.

More than one representative from other cities denounced the inaction of the government and the army in the Grand Parliament, and more than one Venetta autonomous city began to expand the city guards.

However, none of these could affect the dinner at Navare Manor today - Madame Navare set up a private banquet to entertain the company partner [Fernando Leo] who had traveled thousands of miles to return from Paratu.

The atmosphere of the dinner was harmonious at the beginning.

The fat Mr. Leo has always been humorous in his conversation, and what he saw and heard along the way was vivid, which made Olivia Navare, the third lady of the Navare family, sometimes cover her mouth and sometimes giggle.

Even Mrs. Navare was unconsciously attracted by Mr. Leo's story and nodded frequently.

On the dining table, only Katherine Navare and Mr. Dan Ora, the father of Mr. Navare, were unmoved.

As a witness to many stories, the former naturally has the pride of "I can be more than you know" when facing others; the latter is sitting at the main table without anyone else, drinking the soup that must be found in every meal, as if it was a pool of frozen three feet of lake water, even if the wind whistles, it would not cause a stir.

However, as the conversation inevitably involves the owner of the name that cannot be mentioned in the Navare Manor, the atmosphere of the banquet began to become a little weird.

Finally, Olivia Navare could not hold back.

The girl who had just stepped into the social scene leaned forward with her swan-like neck leaning forward, and she didn't realize that her pendant had fallen into the soup plate in front of her.

She ignored her mother's face and plucked up the courage to ask Mr. Leo that puzzled question:

"Why is it a wolf? Isn't a wolf a bad animal? There are obviously so many good animals, lions, eagles, whales... Why are they a wolf? How could they call that person a 'wolf'?"

Mr. Leo, who was sitting opposite the girl, put down his tableware, wiped his mouth clean, and replied seriously: "You must know that Miss Olivia, Lord Montane's 'respecting title' does not come from friends, but from the enemy.

To be precise, it comes from the Heds. In the eyes of the Heds, wolves are both greedy and cruel beasts, but also powerful and tough beasts. The Heds both hate wolves and fear wolves, so it is not difficult to understand that they gave Lord Montane such a title, don't you?"

On the other side of the dining table, Mrs. Navare and Catherine frowned at the same time.

However, Olivia Navare was immersed in the joy of being satisfied with curiosity, and did not feel the displeasure that emanated from her mother and sister.

"So that's it!" The girl clapped her hands happily, and then asked curiously: "Will that person like the title...this honorific title given to him by the Hurd?"

"What kind of person is Lord Montane? How could he care about how his defeated generals call him? Of course, it is impossible to say whether he likes or hates him."

Mr. Leo changed his tone and said with a smile: "But usually the awe from the enemy can better illustrate a person's achievements than the praise from friends. Therefore, the subordinates of the Lord Montane accepted the title of "Blood Wolf" with respect, and this title spread from then on."

Olivia suddenly realized and nodded vigorously.

Mr. Leo then emphasized: "However, on formal occasions, Lord Montane chose the flying winged lion as his emblem and flag pattern. This is enough to show that Lord Montane has always been our sea blue man, and this has never changed - although he is far away from thousands of mountains and rivers, he will never forget his hometown."

The girl's eyes felt a little wet when she heard this. She suddenly put down the tableware, bounced up from the seat, and was about to slip away immediately: "Grandpa! Mom! I'm a little dizzy! Please allow me to leave the table! No need to serve me again! Use it slowly! Goodbye Uncle Leo!"

"What are you going to do?" Catherine, who was sitting next to Olivia, grabbed her sister's arm, picked up the napkin with disgust, and wiped the pendant stained with soup for the girl: "I'm reckless and not like a well-educated lady at all."

"You want to care? The person who was confined is not qualified to say to me!" The girl pushed back without showing any weakness. She struggled to break free from Catherine's control and grimaced at her sister: "You can continue to confine yourself!"

After saying that, the girl pulled her skirt and saluted the adults perfunctorily, and flew out of the hall like a gust of wind.

Just as Anna never takes Catherine as an adult, Catherine never takes Olivia seriously.

Catherine was shocked and annoyed by her sister's confrontation in public. She looked at her mother with grief and anger, and her delicate facial features were slightly displaced: "Mom!"

Mrs. Navare gently stirred the drink in the cup without raising her eyelids, and asked slowly: "What?"

"You are so spoiled by Olivia!"

Mrs. Navare's phoenix eyes glanced at her second daughter: "I really didn't expect that one day I could hear this from your mouth."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! One thing is overturned, and Catherine is both ashamed and angry, but she can't help but she can't help her. She pursed her lips and looked at the end of the long table pitifully: "Grandpa!"

The old man sitting at the table was slowly drinking the soup in front of him, unconsciously Katherine was asking for help.

Catherine simply left the table, lifted her skirt and walked to the old man, grabbed the old man's arm, and used all her coquettish skills: "Grandpa!"

The old man then reacted, as if he had just woken up from hibernation. He looked at Catherine with his turbid eyes and asked half asleep and half awake, "What's wrong?"

"Look at Olivia's impatient look!" Catherine said angrily: "She must have gone to the little girls who were with her to tell some 'Blood Wolf anecdotes'!"

"Yes." The old man replied slowly: "Then let her go."

"But what Olivia heard was wrong at all, and what she told to others must be wrong." Catherine was so aggrieved that she was about to cry, and she glared at Mr. Leo angrily:

"Uncle Leo! That name didn't come that way, don't you know very well? Even if you coax a child, you shouldn't be talking nonsense! That little girl, Olivia, will let everyone know when she goes out!"

"The real origin of the alias for Blood Wolf is too complicated." Mr. Leo apologized solemnly: "It is troublesome to explain clearly and is not conducive to spread. Lord Montane needs a more concise, easier to understand and more interesting story."

Mr. Leo paused for a moment, then smiled and comforted Catherine: "As for the true origin, we can just know it ourselves, there is no need for outsiders to know everything."

When Mrs. Navare heard this, she stopped the silver spoon that stirred the porcelain cup in her hand.

However, after hearing the explanation of "internal and external closeness", Catherine's heart was a little balanced. However, she still couldn't understand other things Mr. Leo said.

"Spread?" Catherine frowned slightly.

"Yes! Spread!" Mr. Leo glanced at Madame Navare's equally frown and joked: "The government openly and secretly promotes the victory of His Excellency Montane, which is nothing more than trying to steal other people's tails and cover up his own baldness.

They succeeded, and indeed many Venetians regarded the outstanding achievements of the Supreme Lord Montane as the victory of the governor's government. But the governor also gave us the opportunity to borrow their ships and tell a story that was more beneficial to the Supreme Lord Montane."

"Telling a Story?" Catherine became increasingly puzzled. She carefully glanced at her mother's face. Ms. Navare didn't dare to mention someone's name in front of Mrs. Navare: "What's the use of telling a story to... that person?"

"Of course it's useful." Mr. Leo replied calmly: "'Famous' is the best asset that Lord Montane holds in Venetta and must be managed well."

It is no exaggeration to say that in the huge Navare Manor, Mr. Leo is the only one who dares to speak the surname "Montaneg" openly in front of Mrs. Navare, and he dares to bring the honorific title.

With a "bang" sound, Mrs. Navare pressed the porcelain cup in her hand heavily on the dining table.

"Mr. Leo." Mrs. Navare smiled sweetly, and she looked at the fat middle-aged man carefully: "It seems that there is really magic in the border area. In a hurry, you have turned you into a partner of Winters Montagne."

Catherine shivered and subconsciously sat down with her knees obediently. From childhood to adulthood, Ms. Navare was not afraid of her mother losing her temper, but was afraid of her mother smiling from the bottom of her heart. She was sure that her mother was burning with unprecedented anger at this moment, and she wanted to escape.

"No, madam." Mr. Leo stood up, bowed down to Mr. Ola, and then faced Mrs. Navare, and replied in a humble and unrestrained manner: "From the day you promoted me to a partner, I have always put the interests of the Navare Trading Company first."

Mrs. Navare's smile was even more breathtaking: "Are you suggesting that I have harmed the interests of the business?"

To Catherine's surprise, the good old man, Mr. Leo, admitted directly: "Yes."

The temperature in the hall suddenly dropped to freezing point, and even the candles as thick as their forearms became dark. Only the old man Dan Ora was still drinking soup, sip after sip.

"Grandpa, I...I feel a little uncomfortable." Catherine asked his grandpa for help pitifully: "I'll go find Olivia..."

Dan Ora lowered his eyes invisibly.

Catherine immediately took it as if she had permission, stood up and saluted her mother and guests, and tiptoed to leave the hall.

Mrs. Navare waved her hand and the servant left quietly.

Only Fernando Leo, Dan Ora and herself remained in the hall.

"Tell me." Mrs. Navare held up the porcelain cup and her expression turned cold: "What are you dissatisfied with me?

"No one is dissatisfied, madam." Mr. Leo stood respectfully: "I just don't understand. The interests of Lord Montane in Venetta need someone to represent him. Even if we don't come to be this agent, sooner or later, other businesses will come to you.

And in this identity... competition, Navare Trading has an unshakable advantage. So we want to know why you have to draw a line with Lord Montagne? Why give up the apples that are within your reach to others?"

"The Lord on the left and the Lord on the right, call me so affectionately." Mrs. Navare said sarcastically.

She frowned and said sternly: "Don't forget what he did. He brought shame to my family and made the surname Navare a laughing stock. Isn't that enough?"

"Don't forget, ma'am, we are businessmen." Fernando Leo straightened his back. At this moment, he was not asking Mrs. Navare, but "looking at the latter":

"Even if someone asks to buy our lives, we should listen to the bid first."

He said sincerely: "Everything has a price, and reputation can be put on a balance to weigh it. You are so determined to draw a clear line with Lord Montane, and this reason is far from sufficient."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Mrs. Navare was briefly lost. She picked up the cup, took a small sip of the drink in the cup, and said coldly: "Even if you draw a clear line and do business, no one can take away the share of wool that Navare's business deserves. So what's the difference?"

"This is the problem!" Mr. Leo looked at Old Man Dan Ora, lowered his shoulders, and his posture became humble again.

Mr. Leo's tone was earnest, but his tone was extremely firm: "Originally, my thoughts were consistent with my wife, but the new land line made me realize one thing-wool, which is just the most insignificant thing we can obtain from Lord Montane. Only seeing the monopoly of the wool trade is like breaking into the treasure house and sweeping away a handful of dust."

The light in Fernando Leo's eyes was clearly the refreshing pleasure of the sharpshooter foreseeing that the arrow feathers that were about to leave the string would hit the bull's eye.

He told the two people in front of him word by word: "The real valuable thing! It's Winters Montane!"

Mrs. Navare's eyebrows trembled. She looked at her father without any response.

So she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, but when she opened her mouth, she was more powerless than angry: "Do you really know what kind of business you are going to do?"

"Transfer wheat and olive oil in the inland sea can make 30% profit; sell cotton and wool from Paratu to make double the profit; go to the Far East to obtain pepper and cinnamon, and get ten times the profit or even twenty times the profit." Mr. Leo looked sincere: "But what is the spice trade worth compared to power speculation?"

"I heard you say your priest at once, but I didn't expect that you looked down on him more than me." Mrs. Navare didn't angrily laughed: "Do you think that boy would be willing to be controlled by others? No, he will never be merciless! We have no possibility of manipulating him."

"It is precisely because of His Excellency Winters Montane who is firm and strong in character that we must fund him even more." Mr. Leo solemnly suggested: "And he must fund him regardless of the price and no matter what he wants. Not only do we need to fund him ourselves, but we must also mobilize our influence and mobilize other families to fund him together. We must give him manpower, material resources, financial resources, whatever he wants; we must give him even more. Give him more, give him so that he cannot bargain, give him so that he cannot refuse, give him much more than he wants!"

Mrs. Navare's expression was as if she was watching a ridiculous comedy that happened to herself: "No matter how much it costs, no matter how much it is, and then wait for it to be used cleanly and sweep out?"
To be continued...