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Chapter 10 Nouveau riche

In the year 819 of the sacred calendar, at the end of January (the first month), at noon.

The lead-colored sky revealed its azure brilliance, as if the blizzard that could obscure the world had finally stopped.

Thick snow piled up in front of the houses with unique dome style, some of which were even half a person tall, blocking the doors, so residents of the Shahran Empire climbed out of the windows one by one.

Drinking strong wine while shoveling snow.

They mainly have golden, light yellow, or pure black hair color, and most of them are tall and round. The young girls are generally good-looking, but the aunts are very fat. Many of them are two widths wider than their husbands, and they often need several prime years.

A snowball that can only be pushed by a man can be pushed by them with one hand.

On the second floor of a dark green hotel with elegant decoration on the street, two young people were looking at the lively scene outside through the window. The beautiful girl with blond hair and blue eyes rubbed her hands and smiled playfully: "I have never seen such a scene in the Ural Region.

It’s snowing heavily, and it’s almost a month since the New Year.”

The Ural Continent belongs to the Kinov Province of the Shahran Empire, located in the southwest of the empire, separated by two provinces from the northern fortress of the Vaorit Principality. It is famous for its blacksmiths, ores and weapons, and provides logistical support for the Marinov Line of Defense.

Looking at the girl's soft and delicate face, and her curvy figure wrapped in a fire fox fur coat, the sturdy young man next to her with blond hair shaved into a square inch opened his mouth hesitantly, and finally plucked up the courage to speak.

Come out: "Lena, don't you want...are you still very close to that Mr. Peter?"

Lena turned her head in confusion: "Igor, what's the problem? Mr. Peter is a knowledgeable, well-informed, serious gentleman with a humorous language. It's a pleasure to chat with him."

When she talked about being happy, the corners of Lena's mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.

This smile made Igor very uncomfortable. He walked impatiently for a few steps, regardless of his demeanor, and said in a quick and slightly high-pitched voice: "Lena, he is a nobleman, and his wife will definitely be a descendant of the nobleman.

"

Lena's delicate eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and she said unhappily: "What does this have to do with me? Mr. Peter and I are just friends. Igor, can you stop thinking nonsense? If Mr. Peter were here, he would definitely be with me."

I talk about snowstorms in other places and fun games related to the heavy snow, and it doesn’t make me angry or sad at all.”

"Mr. Peter, Mr. Peter, Lena, can you not mention him?! Nobles like them are very hypocritical! They always maintain an elegant and dignified demeanor in front of everyone, but secretly they can do all kinds of bad things. From his perspective

The two ostentatious long swords he carried, and the way he was equally polite to all the beautiful girls in the caravan, showed that he was actually a frivolous, playboy. And he had not yet stimulated his bloodline power. Sooner or later,

You will lose your nobility status!”

Similar conversations had been held several times between the two young people, but seeing Lena and Mr. Peter still talking and laughing without distancing themselves at all, Igor finally couldn't help but feel the surging jealousy in his heart.

All the sour feeling hidden in his face came out.

Then Igor said dullly: "I only mention these things because I care about you, which will make you unhappy. His unchanging elegance and considerateness can only mean that he doesn't take you to heart and only wants to cheat."

You, I lied to you..." Although he spent many years getting along with mercenaries and adventurers in order to stimulate the power of his bloodline, and occasionally spoke rudely, when facing Liena, he still subconsciously did not use swear words.

Lena's face fell, and there were crystal tears in her beautiful blue eyes: "Igor, Mr. Peter is not the kind of person you imagined. There were two beautiful single girls in the caravan who tried to seduce him, but they were both killed.

He refused. Moreover, do you think I am a vain person who is easily deceived?"

After saying that, she sniffed and turned around to leave, returned to the room, and closed the door heavily, leaving Igor alone outside angrily apologizing.

At the other end of the corridor, at the corner, there were also people looking through the glass windows at the lively scene of snow removal outside.

"Mr. Peter, the etiquette of the Vladimir family is really outstanding, and you are the most decent nobleman I have ever seen when it comes to women." The old man with a red nose in a gray coat said with a smile. He is Lena's father Belv.

A member of the caravan.

Lucien, whose current identity is Peter Joseph Vladimir, stretched out his white-gloved right hand, pressed it on the bar below the window, and replied with a gentle smile: "In fact, there are many nobles who are dedicated to love.

Isn’t that what the story says?”

In order to match the characteristics of the Vladimir family, Lucien's hair was dyed golden with sap extracted from a certain tree, and his eyes were also turned into dark blue through a spare invisible film. The whole person looked sunny.

"These are all written to please the nobles and deceive little girls, so that they will willingly become the lovers of the nobles." Bilf said with an exaggerated expression, and then he laughed: "Mr. Peter, do you want to have lunch with me?

And a bottle of black mace."

Lucien took back his right hand and shook his head: "Mr. Belf, thank you for your kindness. I injured my health while traveling in the north and cannot drink."

"Haha, Mr. Peter, this is the least attractive thing about you. Drinking and fighting are the romance of men!" After more than a month of getting along, an old fox like Bierfu has almost figured out Lucien's temper and can

Joking in a more relaxed manner.

The Shahran Empire is known as the country of knights because their rate of stimulating blood to become knights is higher than that of the Principality of Violet and the Kingdom of Holm, which is close to 50%. This is how they can compete in a country where the power of the clergy is much weaker than that of the Southern Church.

Despite the situation, they continued to fight for hundreds of years.

This also makes many adventurers believe that a difficult environment can help hone the will to fight and stimulate the power of blood.

After returning to the restaurant with Bilf, Lucien found a table in a quiet corner to dine, while Leo, dressed as an old butler, stood beside him meticulously.

After a while, when Lucien lowered his head to drink the sweet and sour red cabbage soup with a spoon, a middle-aged man wearing a black coat and a sable fur waistcoat came over with his entourage. His fair hair was smeared with thick oil.

She combed her back, holding a thick cigar in her mouth, and wore seven or eight gold rings inlaid with different gemstones on the ten fingers of her hands. They were so dazzling that they seemed to be able to blind other people's eyes.

"Mr. Peter, is there anyone here? If not, do you mind if I sit here?" The sturdy middle-aged man asked enthusiastically and politely.

Lucien raised his head and looked around the restaurant. Seeing that there was no empty seat, he nodded: "No, Mr. Sergey, you can sit here." Heavy snow blocked the road and many tourists did not leave, causing the restaurant to be crowded.

Sergei joined the caravan in the last city five or six days ago, and his destination was Ural City, the capital of the Ural Region. He had a bold personality, was generous, and was good at talking. In just a few days, he became friends with most of the caravan members.

familiar.

After ordering Bollinger cakes, frozen sea caviar, veal steak and kebabs, Sergey smiled without any unfamiliarity: "Mr. Peter, after these few days of travel, I found that you are an elegant man."

A true nobleman, just like Count Kutuzov of the Vladimir family. I met him several times when I was doing business in Falk City in the Northwest Province." He seemed to be showing off the important people he knew.

Lucien cut off a piece of fried chicken and said with a smile: "Uncle Kutuzov? Do his joints still hurt in humid weather?"

This is an important figure in the Vladimir family. Valentin naturally did not forget to mention it, and revealed many of his secrets. For example, because he failed to achieve the rank of Sky Knight, he left incurable physical problems. Whenever the weather is humid,

It will be very uncomfortable, just like ordinary people suffering from arthritis.

"My lord, he is still the same as before." Sergei laughed, then changed the subject without revealing any trace, and began to mention other nobles he knew.

After the names of each noble set off the image of a mysterious rich man with an astonishing background and extensive connections, Sergey sighed softly: "Unfortunately, we have arrived in the Ural City, and we will soon say goodbye to Mr. Peter, your talented noble friend.

Here. I got to know Earl Werther through Baroness Carileena’s personal relationship, and bought a newly discovered gem mine first. Although it is difficult to mine, its value is amazing, making many people jealous, so the future is very bright.

For a long time, I have to stay in Ural City to operate."

Count Witte's territory occupies nearly half of the Ural Region and he is the de facto controller of this state.

Lucien chewed the chicken slowly and waited for a few minutes before asking cooperatively: "Amazing value?"

"Yes, according to the testimony of several clergy and prospectors, that mine contains enough gems to buy an entire country. If Count Werther didn't like trouble and would rather get wealth easily through mining taxes and gem taxes, I would have to

You can't get it!" Sergei showed off and took out the gem prospecting certificate, the mining certificate, the real estate deed with the earl's seal, and the church's low-price reservation contract from the black suitcase carried by the attendant.

Many divine spells, the casting of magic and the making of extraordinary items require natural gemstones.

Lucien smiled politely and said, "Congratulations to you, Mr. Sergey."

"Thank you, Mr. Peter. But how can such a gem mine be obtained so easily? Just the gift from Count Werther almost made me bankrupt. I currently have no money to recruit people or purchase equipment to mine. Alas, I have been running around all this time.

, I borrowed money from my friends and planned to repay them double when the time comes. Unfortunately, they can’t allocate so much money for the time being, and they still have to be a little bit short. I was so anxious that I even thought about selling some of my shares in the gem mine.” Thank you.

Ergai sighed and said with a sad face, "Why doesn't the Empire have banks that can lend money like Sturk and Holm?"

After finishing speaking, he waited quietly for Lucien's answer, but after a long time, Lucien did not speak.

"Mr. Peter, don't you want to say something?" Sergey picked up the wine glass and greeted with a smile.

Lucien wiped his mouth with a napkin: "Yes. I've finished my lunch. Mr. Sergey, please enjoy it slowly."

Then Lucien stood up calmly, arranged the two "extraordinary" long swords, and returned to the room with Leo.

Sergey's smile froze on his face briefly, then he shook his head, smiled and took a sip of wine.

…………

In the afternoon, as soon as the snow on the road was cleared, an invitation was sent to the hotel. The inviter was Lucien and the inviter was Baroness Carileena. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature for better and updated novels. quick!)


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