In the dark of night, people in black robes were walking in unison on the street illuminated by street lights. The black robes were blown by the night wind, rolling like black wings, like black waves undulating.
The man in black robe stepped very lightly and made almost no sound, so when the subtle sound of gravel crushing suddenly sounded, the man in black robe immediately stopped and turned around to look -
"who?!"
"Oh, what a noble and forgetful young lady." A young man wearing a top hat, tailcoat and breeches walked out of the shadows of the alley, smiling lightly like a gentleman.
The man in black robe took a step back warily, looking at Hogan and the boy beside him who were walking out of the alley, without saying a word.
Facing the vigilant movements of the man in black robes, the young man spread his hands, revealing his white teeth that were a little too shining under the light white light of the street lamp, "Dear lady, good evening, the night is beautiful today, just like the faint fragrance of flowers on your body.
So beautiful.”
"What do you want to say?" The man in black robe finally spoke.
However, the young man's answer was somewhat off-topic: "Actually, as a florist, I am very knowledgeable about all kinds of flowers."
Franriel knew that his young master's words were true. Sir Eret Roseanfield, whose pseudonym was Hogan, had no interest in gardening, but was only fond of flowers. He was even attracted by a noble girl in the imperial capital who was doing good things.
He was given the vulgar title of "Flower Sir".
When he thought that his young master was actually given such a vulgar title, which was like an actor's, Franiel couldn't help but feel a little unhappy. However, Eret liked this title quite much and regarded himself as a "florist" all day long.
Facing the man in black robe in front of him, Eret looked calmly: "Miss, although the fragrance on your body is very light, you still can't hide it from a florist like me who often deals with flowers. If I didn't
If you guessed wrong, miss, the fragrance on your body is composed of sixteen kinds of floral fragrances, two types of roses, one kind of hibiscus, mountain fragrance, northern fragrant flower, pyracantha..."
Sir Hua was chatting in the night. Although he had seen him many times, Franriel still wanted to say——
Do you have a dog nose!? Master!
"But the last floral scent is very unfamiliar to me." After listing the fifteen floral scents one by one, Eret stopped at the last one. He nodded "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah", "That's really good.
It smells so good. Even though I am as knowledgeable about flowers as I am, I have never smelled such a fragrance. Miss, where do you live? Can you take me there to have a look? Maybe you and I will witness this.
The birth of another great flower seed!"
here we go again……
Franril covered his forehead. He didn't know what was wrong with his young master. He had obviously contacted that 'organization', but instead of quickly returning to the hotel to pack his luggage and move, he did such an extraneous thing. I really don't know what he was doing.
What do you think?
"New flower seeds..." The face of the man in black robe was hidden in the shadow of the hood, and only a faint voice came out, "Mr. Florist, don't test me with such boring words, if
If you insist on continuing to pester me like this, then I think the Sheriff will be very happy to have a good talk about life with you."
While talking, the man in black robe took out a white pendant from his arms - it was something that looked a bit like a short stick. When he saw it, Franriel's expression changed, and he pulled the pendant beside him.
Young man: "Master!"
However, Eret didn't know why. He didn't pay attention to the servant's reminder and took another step forward: "Dear young lady..." trying to say something——
So, the man in black robes pulled out the stick in his hand without hesitation.
"Beep——!!!"
Following the sudden light up of sparks, a puff of white gas came out of the short pipe that fell to the ground, followed by a whistle that lasted for about ten seconds, and the extremely rapid whistle tore through the silence of the night.
"Oops!" Unlike Eret, who had read the intelligence documents thoroughly before coming, Franiel knew very well what would happen next. He grabbed the young man next to him and said, "Master, there is no time for nonsense.
!Leave quickly!”
But it seems it's too late.
"What's the sound?!" The lights of the houses on both sides of the street came on one after another, and voices came from inside.
"Madan! What bastard made the fire whistle!? I wonder if everyone is already asleep?!" The wooden window was pushed open, and then someone saw Hogan's master and servant running wildly in the night.
"Damn it! There are really thieves! Sheriff! The thieves are here! They ran towards Workers Street!"
Franiel pulled the panting Eret to a stop, and looked at the unkind-looking Sheriff who was surrounding him from both sides of the street. Franiel sighed helplessly, took his young master's hand, and said:
The high ground was raised.
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"So, you just talked about the scent of flowers with a girl who smelled of flowers, and you were treated as a pervert and fired?"
Sitting behind the interrogation table, the sheriff in gray uniform had an interrogation notebook in front of him. He tapped the table with his pen and summarized the contents of the previous interrogation.
"That's right, that's right, Mr. Sheriff, you are simply too clever, that's what it is!" Eret nodded desperately like a chicken.
Seeing his young master groveling and trying his best to please the Sheriff behind the table, Franriel couldn't help but sigh. When will his young master learn the dignity that a member of the royal family should have...
"Don't be so playful and smiley, please sit tight!" The Sheriff in charge of the interrogation slapped the table again. He looked through the identity certificates of Hogan's master and servant (except for his name and resume, everything else was genuine), and pondered.
After a while, he finally said: "Logically speaking, if someone pulls a fire whistle, our security station will definitely not be able to let you go easily. However, the person who pulled the fire whistle, that is, the girl you mentioned did not show up.
, in addition, as traveling businessmen, it is your first time to come to White Rose City, so it is inevitable that there will be some unclear points, causing misunderstandings. And there is no criminal record or suspicious place on the identity document, so this time we will avoid it for the time being.
Come on, do you want to have a meal? You can leave after eating."
Being frightened by the Sheriff's scolding, Eret couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard the Sheriff's words. He shook his head repeatedly: "How can this be so embarrassing? You still have to spend money on it, Sheriff... Ouch!"
"Ahem..." After stamping hard on his young master's feet, Franriel looked at the Sheriff with a serious face: "Your Majesty Sheriff, we have been locked up for three days and we are already starving.
, please be sure to let us have a good meal - of course, we will pay for the food."
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"This is simply a money grab!" Eret looked at the empty private money in his wallet and cried without tears, while Franile picked his teeth and comforted him: Master, this pork chop rice still tastes good.
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"But they asked for 10 black silver coins! 10 black silver coins!"
"As long as it's just that little, it's pretty good, Master. Compared with the Sheriff of the Imperial Capital, this is simply a reasonable price. I think the other party just earned overtime pay and thought about it."
Franiel looked at Eret with an expression that "had never seen the world". Because he knew his son's habit of spending money randomly, Prince Ross Amphel entrusted all the travel expenses to Franiel.
Keep it. And since this matter was caused by Eret himself, Eret must pay for it himself.
When we walked out of the police station, the sun had already risen quite high. There was nothing to do in the cell except sleeping. Both the master and the servant were very energetic. Franiel shook his shoulders and turned around to go back to the hotel.
He packed up and bowed, but was grabbed by Eret: "Franc, look at that! Could it be the legendary Citibank head office!?"
"...Master, what did you see again?" Franliel sighed, turned around, and looked in the direction Eret pointed -
Under the shimmering morning light, the large white square building is shining with a different kind of light. The rather open and majestic building's front courtyard is supported by several huge stone pillars. It is so majestic that of course Franriel doesn't understand what it is.
It's called [Ancient Roman Architecture], but just by seeing it from a distance, he could feel the integrated momentum of the building.
"The palace-level building designed by Sir Evan Ian himself... it is indeed better to see it than to hear it. It is so magnificent!" Eret was intoxicated with his visual romance. He pulled up Franliel beside him,
Regardless of the helplessness on the young man's face, he rushed to the bank with great interest——
"Flan! Let's go in and take a look! What the inside of the First Empire Bank looks like, I'm really looking forward to it!"
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But after walking into the bank, Eret was suddenly disappointed: "What? Why are there so many smelly old nobles..."
That's right, the large bank hall is packed with people at the moment. Some of them are wearing ancient old empire costumes, some are wearing new "Ian-style" fashions, some are standing or sitting, in short
The lobby of Citibank is almost like a sardine can.
A middle-aged man who was sitting on a chair at the door of the bank lobby, who was dressed similar to Eret, but had the Hammer family crest on his chest, looked at Eret up and down, and when he saw Eret, he was like platinum.
He looked stern when he saw Eret's short hair, but then when he saw Eret's empty chest, his expression instantly turned arrogant.
He looked at Eret and nodded: "You also came to seek explanation from that bastard Grand Duke and Bastard Sir for your own savings?"
Hearing what the middle-aged man said, Eret suddenly came to his senses and struck his hand suddenly: "That's it! I understand!"
Ignoring the middle-aged nobles beside him, Eret turned to look at the servant beside him: "Flan, remember what I told you before, how did Sir Ivan get so much money, build a factory, and
Is it to support agriculture and commerce?”
Seeing Frank shake his head, Eret coughed slightly and put on his posture - he had performed this joke many times among his friends, and he could be said to be familiar with it: "Only when it flows
Money is the real wealth, otherwise the silver coins piled deep in the nobles' cellars will not only gradually rust, but will only make the people and the emperor strapped for money!"
After saying this in a posture that showed concern for the country and the people, and simply speaking for the sake of justice, Eret immediately lowered his head and looked at Franriel: "Flan, you know this sentence
Who said that? That’s right! It’s the famous ‘Sir Evan Ian’!”
"Maybe Frank, you won't feel anything just by listening to me like this, but I want to emphasize that when that 'Sir Ian' said these words 8 years ago, he was only 7 years old!
At that time, I would only have trysts in the garden with the little daughter of the Irvine family!"
He didn't even notice that the Nanling nobles around him were looking more and more evil as he spoke. Eret was still talking nonstop.
"Then when Sir Evan Ian finished saying these words, he immediately founded the first bank in the empire-Citibank in White Rose City! On the day the bank was established, Sir Ian said to all the Nanling nobles
He made that heroic declaration - 'Anyone who deposits silver coins in Citibank, I promise that each of them will receive a huge interest of 8% of the principal of the deposit every year!' Frank, can you imagine? There is only one 7
A child who is 2 years old! He can actually make such domineering remarks!"
"Really...I think it's very ordinary..." Looking at the enthusiasm in his young master's eyes, Franliel sighed. He knew that Eret had fallen into the so-called "Evan fanaticism" again.
"What's ordinary! That's eight percent! When His Highness Adolf I borrowed money from Duke Noan to raise military expenses, he only promised to repay the loan at an interest rate of three percent after the war!"
"And Sir Ivan Ian said 8% as soon as he opened his mouth. At that time, everyone in the empire thought that Archduke Ian was crazy for allowing such a child to act mischievously!"
"Then what?" Hearing what Eret said, Franriel became a little interested. "If the purpose is just to attract money, then once the bank goes bankrupt, then Duke Ian and his son will have more power in Nanling.
He will also be sued in the imperial court, right?"
"That's right!" Eret said with a serious face, "So just like what he called 'liquid wealth', Sir Ian took the silver coins deposited by the Nanling nobles in the bank to build factories and support industry and commerce.
, encouraging free trade and business exchanges, using money to make money, and making profits to make profits. In just two years, the tax revenue of Rose County has tripled! According to my teacher’s estimate, Sir Ian took this
The deposit earned at least 30% net profit in two years, and five years later this value reached a terrifying 400%!"
"..." Even Franiel, who had no idea about politics, couldn't help but feel a little surprised, but he was also a little confused at the same time: "But what do you say, young master, have to do with the aristocratic gentlemen in the bank?"
?Although it is a bit dissatisfying to get 8% of the profit without doing anything, but it is what they deserve. Is there any reason for Sir Ian to turn away?"
Eret suddenly showed a bright smile when he heard what Franliel said: "Flan, listen to me, you will never be able to imagine what Sir Ivan did! And I have always felt that
What is a pity is that when the first batch of savings contracts expired at the end of the second year, I was not there to see those Nanling nobles eagerly come to Citibank to withdraw money, only to find that they had been swiped by Sir Ivan.
The ridiculous expressions on their faces!"
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PS: The protagonist has not been on the scene recently, and I have only played two chapters, but it should be obvious that the core of these three chapters still closely revolves around this shady guy who likes to do evil things behind his back.
Regarding these 10 years, the things that must be explained will be almost finished in the next chapter, and it is time for the protagonist to appear and slip away.