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Chapter 151 Despair

Chapter 151 Despair

This is simply a fairy dance, but Mr. Morsanne has no reason to refuse. Sir Fox's meaning is very clear. He is a national parliamentarian and is not allowed to participate in these large-scale commercial activities, especially the ocean shipping trade that is smuggling. Therefore.

Although he entrusted Mr. Morsan to arrange a merchant ship and goods for him, it is best to change this receipt into an IOU.

If it is an IOU of five hundred gold crowns, then Sir Fox can occasionally mention it in front of others to leave a deep impression. After the merchant fleet comes back, Mr. Morsand will use the excuse that he has no money to repay a merchant ship.

And the goods were mortgaged to Sir Fox. In this way, even if Sir Fox made a fortune, no one would gossip.

At that time, Mr. Morsant did not question whether it was unreasonable to mortgage a merchant ship loaded with specialties from the Nubisian continent and worth nearly ten times five hundred gold crowns to Sir Fox to repay the debt. At that time, his mind was full of thoughts.

Seeing the golden scene of money, they believed that the merchant fleet would definitely be able to return safely. After all, the new route was only in their hands.

So Mr. Morsan happily wrote an IOU and asked his friend who was with him to sign for him as a witness. At the same time, he also complimented Sir Fox for his thoughtfulness. I remember that Boker's father Lubiwell was also present at that time.

When Mr. Ersan was about to write the IOU, he secretly pulled him twice. Unfortunately, Mr. Morsan did not notice this. He thought it was a bit crowded because of the crowd, so he moved to an empty seat to write. Now that he thinks about it, he regrets it.

Claude finally understood. He had always thought it was strange. Didn't Mr. Morsand own two merchant ships in the merchant navy? The last time his father settled the accounts, he only remembered that his father had invested three hundred and fifty gold crowns.

Then he borrowed one hundred and fifty gold crowns from the National Bank. This added up to only five hundred gold crowns, which was only enough to invest in one merchant ship. It turned out that there was another merchant ship that belonged to Sir Fox, but it was only in his father's name.

Now that something happened to the merchant navy, all the investors lost their money, and they had to pay compensation and pensions to the families of the sailors and crew members to appease people's hearts. Mr. Molsang thought he was debt-free, but he didn't.

Thinking of Sir Fox asking Bill the Butcher, the boss of the Black Snake Society, to come to his door with the IOU, demanding to pay back the debt of five hundred gold crowns.

Claude didn't know what to say anymore. His father was digging a hole to bury himself. He thought that everyone had suffered heavy losses, so Sir Fox would also accept the loss. But he didn't expect that Sir Fox would ask him to write an IOU.

He had already laid a back-up plan, and the five hundred gold crowns had become his debt. Although Sir Fox did not make a fortune from the merchant navy, he was able to recover his losses from him.

"Those people who wanted to pay have left? What did they say?" Claude could only ask.

"Well, that Bedelir Blanche of the Black Snake Society said, here, give me two days to raise funds to repay the debt..." Mr. Molsang covered his face in pain, tears streaming from his fingers.

Whereabouts. When Beedelier Blanche took out the IOU he wrote to Sir Fox and placed it in front of him, he immediately understood that he had been trapped. It was written in black and white, and there were the signatures of those friends as witnesses. The five hundred

Jin Kelang's huge debt fell on his head...

"What about two days later? What will happen if you don't have money to repay the debt?" Claude was thinking in his mind whether he should go to Bill the Butcher, the boss of the Black Snake Society, at night, and maybe he could retrieve his father's letter from his body.

That IOU, at this moment Claude had murderous intentions.

"Two days later, if there is no money to pay back, he said he would ask a notary and a property appraiser from the National Bank to come over and assess how much our house is worth..." Mr. Morsan looked up at the sky in despair.

top.

"They want to use our big red brick house to pay off the debt?"

Mr. Morsan shook his head in frustration: "It can't be worth it. The last time I got a loan of 150 gold crowns from the National Bank, this house was mortgaged. At that time, the appraised price was only 320 gold crowns. Even if I still have the money,

There are more than forty gold crowns, which is about one hundred and forty less. Without this house, how can I get so many gold crowns and give them back..."

"Can I borrow it?"

"Borrow?" Mr. Molsang was startled, but soon became frustrated again: "It's difficult. If the compensation and beard money were not paid to those families, it would not be difficult to raise five hundred gold crowns. But now they and I

I’ve also spent all my wealth, I’m afraid it will be difficult to borrow money, and I don’t have the capital to pay back so much money..."

"I'll pay it back." Claude said, "You know a lot of people, so you go borrow it and I'll pay it back. In the summer, I'll go hunting. If I'm lucky, I should be able to earn dozens of gold crowns. Isn't that right?"

I can pay off this debt in a few years, and it won’t be a problem if the interest rate is higher.”

Claude thought that at worst he would go to Black Snake and rob him a few more times. He believed that he would be able to collect the money soon. Now his father's situation made it clear that he would definitely suffer a loss and he would not be able to win the lawsuit.

Mr. Morsan finally began to calm down. He looked at Claude with emotion. Unexpectedly, at this most difficult moment, his second son was willing to stand up and help him take responsibility. As a father, he could not just sit back and wait for death.

Sit back and watch as bad luck befalls this family, at the very least he has to go to Sir Fox and ask for an explanation.

Rubbing his face vigorously to wipe away the tears, Mr. Morsant once again returned to his usual serious expression. He cracked his mouth and forced a smile: "Claude, I'll let you see my father's joke. I'm fine."

I'll go out and think of a solution after a while. Don't worry, no matter how big or difficult the obstacle is, I will overcome it. Don't be nervous, I will find a way to solve this problem."

Claude looked at his father suspiciously. Who was the panicked, shocked man in front of him just now?

"Yes." Mr. Morsan said with certainty: "It's really okay. I will go to Sir Fox to have a good talk. It's okay to accept the debt of five hundred gold crowns, but he will give me a longer period of time."

I have to pay back the money within the time limit. I think for the sake of decades of friendship, he should agree to my reasonable request. As long as I have time, I believe I can earn these five hundred gold crowns."

"What if he doesn't agree?"

"He will agree. Although I wrote the IOU, Lubiwell and Thomas were all present and knew very well why I wrote this IOU at that time. If he doesn't want to lose his reputation, then I will accept the IOU."

He should be happy with his debt."

Claude curled his lips. He did not believe how good Sir Fox was as a man like his father. A man who could use his power to defraud Niros Crocodile from several teenagers, just for the benefit of more than ten gold crowns,

How could the National Assemblyman, who had forced everyone present not to bid, have such a thing as character? And now that five hundred gold crowns were at stake, would he care about other people's opinions? What a joke...

"By the way, Claude, please go back to the forest farm. Everything is fine at home. Now your father can no longer protect you. You are an adult, and the only one you can really rely on is Mrs. Maria. Only with her care can your future

You won't stay in a small place like White Deer Town like your father. If you can become a pharmacist, maybe you can go to the royal capital to develop." After Mr. Morsan calmed down, he began to talk to Crowe again.

Virtue preaches.

"Okay, father, if anything happens, just ask someone to notify me. Forget it, I will go home in the next few days." Perhaps for Mr. Molsang, preaching to his son is an expression of father's love.

But Claude really couldn't bear this, so it was better to leave first.

In the next two days, Claude traveled between the forest farm and home, but he never met his father. His mother said that his father always came back very late, and looked the same as usual, and asked him about his debt.

His father always said he had a clue about the matter and told him not to worry. But he went to bed very late every night and sat alone in the study until very late...

"Tell me! Where is your boss?"

In the dark alley, Claude pushed a Black Snake Guild member against the mud wall. The Black Snake Guild member had been beaten beyond recognition, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and several of his teeth had been knocked out.

"I, I really don't know, please, please let me go..."

This member of the Black Snake Society was grabbed by the throat by Claude, and he was quickly out of breath. When he was struggling for life, Claude relaxed his hold slightly and let him take a few breaths: "Do you want to say..."

"Fishing, fishery products processing factory, you, you go there to see, see..."

Claude punched him in the temple, and the Black Snake Society member slid to the ground against the mud wall.

"You're talking nonsense if you don't know anything, and you don't have any money with you!" Claude cursed angrily. The past two nights were in vain, and he couldn't find the boss of the Black Snake Society, Bedelir Bron.

Odd, the casino is still empty. I really don’t understand why Bedrill Blanche hasn’t reopened this place even after he came out of the military camp.

As for the fish processing factory, Claude went there last night. Apart from the open space for drying and the smell of fish, Claude found nothing. When he asked the little boss who was in charge, the little boss said that the boss

I haven’t been here for a long time, probably at least half a year, and I still owe him two months’ salary.

Tonight Claude ran to the old street again, just to enter the headquarters of the Black Snake Society over there. But he didn't expect that there was a team of more than ten people from the 4th Guards Squadron on duty here. Facing ten matchlock guns, Claude

He had to retreat. It would be unjust if he was shot blindly. Moreover, he secretly observed for a long time and found that the members of the Black Snake Society who were coming in and out were all very lazy, which meant that the boss, Bill the Butcher, was not here.

Finally, Claude quietly followed a member of the Black Snake Society who came out to find a street girl to relax, and brought him to this alley. He quickly found out where Bill the Butcher was not at the headquarters of the Black Snake Society, but where he was.

The members of the Black Snake Society don't know either.

Tomorrow will be the third day. The boss of the Black Snake Club, Bedelier Blanche, will come to collect debts with the guards again. I don’t know what preparations his father has made. Claude looked at the sky and decided

It's better to go back. It's not easy to hang out in the old streets now. Most of the people who come to patronize the street girls are sailors on the two naval battleships. There are very few people like Claude who are masked and wearing burqas. They can easily be fooled.

People noticed.

Moreover, the Black Snake Society now has a musket in its hand, and Claude cannot attack as he did before. If he is discovered, he will definitely be fired upon by the garrison. To be honest, Claude is really afraid of the matchlock gun.

The muzzle of the gun is pointed at himself. He knows the power of these matchlock guns best. If he misses, it is better to say that if he hits, it will be a hole the size of a thumb. Especially at close range, the power is greater...

The boss of the Black Snake Association, Bedelier Blanche, was lucky enough to not encounter him for two consecutive nights. Claude decided to go home tomorrow morning and stay for the day, first to help his father get through this difficulty.

At the same time, Mr. Morsant was sitting in the study on the second floor, writing furiously, crying while writing. In the past two days, he had traveled almost all over the town, but the response he received made him feel cold all over. Sir Fox

To avoid meeting him, his housekeeper said that he had gone to the county town, but Mr. Morsan knew that he was at the manor.

Then Mr. Morsant wanted to see his eldest son Albert, but the butler sued him, saying that Albert had resigned two days earlier and had stolen Sir Fox's favorite pair of crystal silver candlesticks. If

If Sir Fox hadn't just laughed it off because he missed his old relationship, he would have already called the police to arrest Albert...

Mr. Morsant was so desperate that he spent almost a whole day at the gate of Sir Fox's manor, but no one paid attention to him. Finally, he walked home hungry and thirsty. He went back the next day, still the same, and went to find those friends in the afternoon.

, the result is that he is either absent or unable to help, and the only person who might be able to help him, Ruby Will, just went to Siromik County two days ago...

Mr. Morsan put down his pen, read the two pages he had written twice, corrected two more typos, wiped his tears, signed his name, pressed his fingerprint again, and blew out the candle. On the chair

After sitting for a long time, he stood up, checked his clothes in the moonlight, then took out a bottle of kale from his pocket, took a sip, then quietly went up to the attic, and climbed out of the window awkwardly.

He came out, sat on the roof, and began to slowly drink the wine from the bottle.

When the sky turned white, Mr. Morsan had finished drinking. He slowly stood up, walked to the edge of the eaves, opened his arms, and flew into the sky like a clumsy bird...


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