There are still two days before the Crolia sails, so I will ask Mr. Sullivan to handle the relevant procedures. Our master will come to inspect the goods early tomorrow morning. If everything goes well, the balance will be settled by noon tomorrow. I hope we can
The pleasant cooperation between us can be successfully completed, which will be beneficial to our mutual business reputation, contacts, and personal relationships. There may be further cooperation in the future."
Looking at Sullivan's attentive smile, which was completely different from the one he had just met, the uninvited guest who came to visit late at night stood up. The gentle smile that suppressed his nausea and displeasure released further good news, making Sullivan's smile even brighter, and he took off his hat and saluted.
Leave behind a farewell that makes the slave merchants imagine:
"Tomorrow, Mr. Sullivan. I'll see you tomorrow morning. I hope we can select the boy we need by then."
Maintaining only literal respect and cordiality, and excusing Sullivan's courtesy and solicitation, [Will] left the study as suddenly and quickly as when he came in.
After seeing off the unprecedented high-roller, Sullivan turned back and looked at the gold coins reflecting the flickering candlelight on the table. The bearded man's face was covered with a hazy color.[
"400...400 guineas."
The moan-like murmurs echoed in the study, gradually becoming louder and requiring continued disguise, as ecstasy appeared on the businessman's face.
After being sent out of the mansion with high-standard gifts, he kept turning and turning along the maze-like streets and alleys of Viipuri, holding a special blue lantern. The right hands of the messenger and his entourage were placed on their waists, where they pinned special slips.
Although loading is troublesome, the powerful 13mm tungsten core can even penetrate the armor plate of a tank under development at zero distance. It is more than enough to open cans for orc heavy armored cavalry, let alone thieves and robbers.
Xiaoxiao.
The visitors from Alfheim held weapons and scanned the surroundings with vigilance. They tried their best to avoid the feces suddenly splashed from the second floor entrance and the large and small dog and horse dung on the ground, and took the corpse out of the city.
Abandoned carriages outnumbered the hasty passers-by.
[Population growth not only depends on policy encouragement, but also on well-planned sewers and toilets.]
The colonel said when he was planning the city of Alfheim, why he put so much effort into building a sewer system and public baths. I finally understand why.
In such a stinky place where urine and feces are dumped everywhere, once the population exceeds 50,000, it is only a matter of time before the epidemic breaks out.
Fortunately, in the era of the old Kingdom of Gilmania, successive kings would build facilities such as racetracks, racetracks, and public baths for the entertainment of the people. The elves have developed a tradition of bathing as long as they have the conditions. Alfheim
It has become one of the few large cities with more than 100,000 residents.
There are no drains or public toilets in Viipuri, so people have to hurry up and escape or use perfume, high heels and umbrellas to defend themselves against the stench.
When there was gradually no sound or light around, the elf major disguised as a human also moaned astronomical figures, no longer pretending to be disdainful of the rich, and the soulless illusory voice floated behind Tyr's shaking back.
"400 guineas... 400 guineas are just gone..."
The utter despair that a bankrupt can feel when he appreciates an empty home and the woman-like resentment mixed together to emit a dark miasma that is incomparable even at night. Although the accompanying elf warriors wanted to comfort the major's broken heart, they only looked like they had been brutally gang-raped.
They were so devastated after the sexual assault that they really didn't know what to say. The dank aura that seemed to be contagious to their bodies made them afraid to approach, so they had no choice but to listen to the whining that went up and down in front of them, lacking any logical connection.
"Salary...dividends...allowances...although it is all the colonel's private money...400 guineas..."
The whiny and nagging sister-in-law's words gradually became muffled, and Nai's elves finally disappeared outside the midnight port city.
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"In short, you were stupidly tricked by the miller into eating food laced with drugs, and then he sold you to a thief, who then sold you to these scum."
He spat and threw away the fishy smell remaining in his mouth. The mocking attitude of the hybrid animal-eared boy made Roland angry again.
Although they are both in a difficult situation, their tone is always contemptuous and almost arrogant and hostile. I can't see what kind of face it is that shows a bad temper. I can only rely on imagination to describe a face with eyes that reach the top of its head.
Weird blurry face on.
"Yeah. I'm a fool and got here. How did you get in here if you're so smart?"[
He spat out his irritating words to the only person around him who could speak, and what he got in response to his embarrassing and angry counterattack was an extremely cold reply.
"The village was set on fire by the Bear Clan's army, and I sold my sister and I after being passed on several times."
He was so accustomed to it that he was completely calm without even complaining or cursing. It was not like a child at all, and it didn't even seem to be something related to him. Such a calm tone stated a simple conclusion that was permeated with the smell of blood and rancidity, which struck Roland's eardrums.
His voice was as hard as stone.
"Set the village on fire... something like that"
"Hey, hey... don't say something stupid like [they're all orcs]. Don't you humans do the same thing?"
[Forbidden speech] The epilepsy switch that was triggered was gently turned off by the sarcasm. Roland, who has experienced human beings betraying and framing human beings, can fully understand that unreasonable things have always existed in the world, and one of them is the relationship between intelligent species.
killings and mutual persecution.
"There is no need for any justifiable reason, as long as those who are weaker than the opponent will be robbed and killed sooner or later. If you want to avoid being killed or robbed, you have to become stronger than anyone else, and no one will dare to bully you.
Look down on you."
[The weak eat the strong] - If Li Lin or his subordinates were here, they would definitely utter this profound theorem that they are so familiar with. The words that a mixed-race boy who has never learned proper nouns can organize are not concise enough, but he has personally experienced blood and fire.
After experiencing the hellish scenery, breathing the smelly air filled with smoke and dust, and listening to the disintegrating ensemble of laughter and wails, the clear expression of feelings has an undeniable sense of reality.
I don’t want to be kicked in the abdomen by an adult, and all I will pee is bloody urine;
Not wanting to be stoned by other children, I could only hug my sister until her head was smashed;
Don't want to be called "relative" or "neighbor guy" and look sideways like you're looking at garbage;
I don’t want to see my desperate and angry mother being pressed down by bear soldiers one after another in order to protect herself and my sister who were hiding under the bed, and being chewed repeatedly until the end, with her open mouth unable to say anything.
When I came out, my eyes became cloudy and dim...
Yes, if you don't want to be bullied, insulted, or robbed, strength is a must. Even the hybrid hybrid body born after this human knight raped the daughter of the wolf tribe can protect himself and no longer tolerate unfair treatment.
——It's very similar to a certain guy's argument, and also very similar to someone very close to you.