"Yes, I'm sorry." The girl was surrounded by three grown men. Although it was daytime, she was a little incoherent: "I...I...I am, am..."
Using the most natural movement, he swept the gun under his hand into the counter. The young bartender showed a smile: "Speak slowly, don't be in a hurry. What do you want to drink? We have the latest Bunas of the year here, and
Ale and wine.”
As he spoke, he skillfully took out a wine glass that had been wiped crystal clear from the counter, then took down some bottles from the wine cabinet behind him, and dazzled him to make a beautiful-looking glass of wine.
Pushing the glass of wine in the direction of the girl, he made a gesture of invitation: "I only used wine and juice. It doesn't matter. You can drink a little."
The girl turned around and glanced at the man blocking the door, knowing that she probably couldn't get out even if she didn't explain clearly why she came in. She remembered some things from before, so she changed her mind and walked straight to the bar.
After calming down her mood, the little girl said: "I have a friend whom I met at a cocktail party in the Dahua Empire..."
The three men didn't say anything. The man guarding the door opened the door and walked out. The middle-aged man sitting next to the girl was playing with his cigarette case. The young man at the bar looked at him with a pair of beautiful eyes.
Hold her.
"That friend heard that I was going to travel to the Enns Empire... and told me that if I ran into any trouble, just find a place called the Silver Fox Tavern. Someone here could help me."
"If you have lost your wallet, miss, I can lend you some money..." The young man at the bar showed a kind smile, as if he was a philanthropic boss.
The girl shook her head: "My father is a businessman who comes here to sell goods. He was caught. I have no other choice but to come here to seek help."
"I think there's nothing we can do, beautiful lady." The young bartender said this and found a glass from somewhere and wiped it carefully.
He wasn't sure how this girl found her way here, so there was no need for him to expose his abilities and solve problems for a stranger.
Although he can definitely be regarded as having great hands and eyes in Bunas, these relationships were established with real money and silver. They are all national relationships and cannot be used casually by him personally.
"I...I..." Tears rolled in the girl's eyes, and she was about to cry. She took out her handkerchief and stammered aggrievedly: "I don't know anyone here, only you can
Please help me, I know this kind of thing may be too much, but I really have no other way..."
Having said this, she seemed to remember something, and suddenly realized something. She took out a card from her bag and handed it to the two men who almost took out their guns.
"..." Seeing the card, the expressions of the two people changed a little. Because this is a kind of proof that the person holding the card is the target of Dandelion's upcoming attack. The intelligence personnel of the Tang Empire must try their best to provide
help.
This kind of help is within our ability and is not mandatory. But since it is a request for help from a companion, you should still consider lending a helping hand when you see it.
After all, this girl just wanted to rescue her father - this kind of thing was not an important thing to the two men in the Silver Fox Tavern.
"Are you coming or am I coming?" The young bartender took the card from the girl's hand and looked at the numbers behind it.
The middle-aged man sitting on the high stool touched the dandelion ring on his finger, stood up and said, "Let me go. Anyway, I want to see my old friends and tell them that I am back."
The young bartender nodded: "Then it will save me the trouble and I won't send you away until you leave."
The middle-aged man nodded, and then said to the girl: "What is your relationship with the person who gave you the card?"
"That...that..." The girl had just wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and her face turned red when she heard the question. She timidly squeezed out a little voice, and explained with some hesitation: "Well, he,
He pursued me, and I, I haven’t promised him yet.”
"Ha!" the middle-aged man laughed, and the young bartender behind him also smiled. This girl was honest. She answered all the questions she asked and didn't even lie.
"I, I...I actually...actually..." The girl was about to turn into a red apple. She did have a crush on that talented young man, but unfortunately her father thought he was too ugly.
There was no nodding in agreement.
She wanted to say that if she succeeded in saving her father this time, she would agree to the young man's pursuit when she returned.
Unfortunately, before the words could be spoken, he was interrupted by the middle-aged man: "Let's go! You have to tell me first how your father was not arrested..."
Since they are "family members" of friendly troops, things will be easier to handle. Isn't it a simple task to help the future wife of a comrade to settle some small things?
The girl glanced at the young bartender, saluted, and then caught up with the man, saying that her father had been arrested by the tax officer.
She also listened to the letter from her father's follower and went to the tax bureau building opposite. She was unable to see the officials of the Lions Empire, so she became ill and went to the Silver Fox Tavern to seek help.
When the man heard what he said, he nodded, and took the girl across the old but spacious road, stepping on a dark patch on the road, and walked to the gate of the tax bureau.
The guard at the door was about to scold him, but when he saw the decent suit the man was wearing, he lowered his voice by at least two-thirds: "Who is that?"
"I came to visit a friend." The man replied casually.
The guard looked at the girl next to the man. He recognized this familiar face: "This gentleman...she..."
"She's with me." The man introduced him casually. When he looked at the girl, he realized that he didn't know her yet: "What's your name...what's your name?"
Under the soldier's somewhat speechless gaze, the girl replied guiltily: "My, my name is Pan Qi..."
"Her name is Pan Qi..." The man introduced the girl again without embarrassment, as if the girl was familiar with him: "Please inform me..."
"I know the rules." As he said this, he stuffed a gold coin into the guard's jacket pocket very well. Money can make all the difference. After feeling the weight of the gold coin, the guard hurriedly
Went to deliver a message.
"Look, it's not appropriate for us to stand here, right?" He took out another gold coin and played with it in his hand. The man raised his head and asked another guard at the door.
Then, the two of them arrived at the lobby of the tax building, and the guard who sent them in bowed to them before leaving.
Soon, after learning that someone who knew the rules was asking for an audience, the tax officer of Burnas, the Marquis de Conrad, ordered the man and the little girl to be taken to his reception room.
"I'm very busy. If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly." Conard spoke his opening remarks skillfully before he could see who it was.
Then he saw a familiar face, and the next words immediately got stuck in his throat, and he could no longer say another sentence.
"Conrad... you are doing well now." As soon as he entered the door, he felt as if he had returned to his own home. He walked to a large flower pot on the wall and reached out to touch the green plant leaves: "The taste is good.
Ah... you still know how to plant something to cultivate your own sentiment?"
"Horse, horse, horse... Mr. Martin, sir." Conard almost bit his tongue when he saw this middle-aged man. When he was still an earl, the Mr. Martin in front of him was Burnas'
The port manager.
There are many counts in this world, and most of them can only pretend to be in their own country. But there is only one person in this world named Martin, the person in charge of Bunas Port, and his boss...is named Harry.
Anyone who has heard the name Harry knows what he represents. This young man controls a behemoth called Datang Group.
Bunas is the relic left by the Datang Group on the Eastern Continent, or in other words, Bunas is the tombstone of the Datang Group before its rebirth...
He was able to sit in this position and become the tax collector of Bunas entirely because of the care of the man named Martin in front of him. This man left here back then, and now... he is back.
"Long time no see." Martin waved his hand casually, as if to say hello. Then he spoke. Halfway through the question, he remembered that he still didn't know the name of the girl's father: "I heard that you arrested someone yesterday? Pan...
"
"Pan Yiping!" Pan Qi quickly answered at this time.
"Pan Yiping!" Martin repeated the name: "He didn't commit a serious crime, right? Can you show me some face and let this person go?"
"Yes, of course, Mr. Martin." Conrad agreed immediately without any hesitation. Just kidding, let alone a pariah who can't pay taxes, Mr. Martin said, even if he is a gangster who commits murder and arson, he must be hired.
There is another banquet table in the cell to calm down the panic.
"Don't be so nervous!" Martin seemed to be comforting this old acquaintance, but also seemed to be hammering: "The accident that happened to Marquis Moussa, who was competing with you back then, has nothing to do with me."
Hearing the name Moussa, Conard became even more nervous. You must know that the position of the tax collector of Bunas Port did not belong to him, but to the Marquis Moussa.
It is a pity that the Marquis of Moussa shot himself seven times on the way to take office, and Martin's licking dog Sir Conrad achieved the status he has today.
"I know! I know..." Marquis Conrad took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat while looking at Pan Qi who was standing at the door and didn't know what was going on - Isn't this my sister-in-law?
