A Matter of Life and Death
Yorko's life had been very comfortable recently.
The King of Dawn had not recovered for a long time, and His Highness seemed to have forgotten about him, but the nobles did not ignore the ambassador from the neighboring country.
He attended luxurious banquets, had fun with Denise, and even visited some high-end clubs and brothels under her recommendation. He tasted the richness and unique charm of the capital city of the kingdom, which he could not enjoy in Graycastle.
It was because of the title of "Wimbledon's ambassador".
Although an ambassador was equivalent to a count, in a sense, it was more useful than a count. After all, the latter could only do whatever he wanted in his own fief, while the former could enjoy the courtesy of the upper-class nobles in other kingdoms.
He was deeply aware of the benefits of a high status.
In addition, Hill Fawkes, the bodyguard appointed by His Majesty, was also an amazing person.
No matter who he dealt with, Hill Fawkes would sneak into his bedroom two or three nights later and nag him about the identity, status, and benefits of that person. If it was a big shot, Hill could even find out their preferences. With Hill's help, Yorko was even more at home in the noble circle.
Under Hill's arrangement, the purchase of slaves had also made great progress.
After Yorko made Denise comfortable, he whispered in her ear, and she immediately agreed to his suggestion. She used the existing caravans to open up a way to redeem the slaves. She would buy the refugees needed by King Wimbledon from other slave traders, and then transport them to Graycastle. The prerequisite was that the slaves must be given the status of free people, and not be resold as goods.
Of course, as a merchant, she did not forget to negotiate a good price even when she was overflowing with passion. She could not charge the difference in the purchase price, but she could not save on the transportation fee. After adding up the cost of manpower, food, carriages, and other expenses, as well as the profit, she finally came to a price of 10 silver royals for each person transported.
Having been entrusted by Hill, Yorko naturally agreed without hesitation. He patted his chest and said that no matter how expensive it was, he could not let these talented people become slaves. His attitude undoubtedly deepened Denise's good impression, and the two returned to the bed and passionately rolled around for a while.
After that, Yorko sent Scheer to discuss this matter in detail, so that he could no longer care about these trivial business matters.
He heard that the first batch of 25 slaves purchased yesterday had already left with the caravan. In this way, he could still get an extra 125 silver royals as promised by His Majesty.
Was there a better position than being able to collect money while lying on the bed?
Ambassador, you are the best!
While Yorko was wondering where he should go today, a servant knocked on the door and came in. "Your Excellency, Lord Otto, the eldest son of the Luoxi family, wants to see you."
Otto Luoxi? He was no stranger to this family name. It was one of the three major families in the Kingdom of Dawn, second only to the Moya royal family in power. Denise had also warned him not to go to the three major families, especially the Quinn family. Otherwise, even his identity as an ambassador would not be able to protect him.
However, Yorko did not have to worry about this at the moment. He had always been very cautious when it came to these kinds of questions. The purpose of the other party's visit should be to invite him to the banquet.
"Invite him in."
A young man walked into the study. He first looked around, then took the initiative to close all the windows before sitting in a chair.
He looked a little anxious and his eyes were dark. Apparently, he had stayed up late last night and barely slept.
Yorko did not approve of this kind of behavior of emptying one's body for pleasure. In his opinion, restrained pleasure could make both men and women cheerful and healthy, which was a beneficial behavior. However, spending energy all night would only overdraft the body's potential. Prince Appen was a typical example. Even his face was extremely pale. At this rate, he was afraid that he would not be able to find pleasure by the age of 30.
However, the man did not speak for a long time, which made Yorko feel quite strange. This was not in accordance with the etiquette. A member of a major family should not be so rude. After a while, Yorko had to take the initiative to speak. "You must be Lord Otto Luoxi. I wonder..."
"You can contact His Majesty Roland Wimbledon, right?" The man suddenly interrupted. "I have an important information to tell him."
"Uh..." Yorko was startled. "Information?"
"It's all written in here." Otto took out a letter from his arms and put it in front of Yorko. Then he folded ten Golden Dragon pieces on it. "This money is your reward. Please be sure to give this letter to your king. This information concerns the survival of the Kingdom of Graycastle!"
Yorko gasped. "It concerns the survival of the Kingdom of Graycastle? This is too exaggerated... "He did not come to his senses until Otto stared at him with burning eyes." I see. Don't worry. I'll give it to His Majesty. "
"Be sure to deliver it as soon as possible." Otto stood up and left after repeatedly urging him. Judging from his anxious look, he did not seem to be lying.
Yorko hurriedly put the ten Golden Dragon pieces into his arms, but he did not want to touch the letter. In his opinion, this thing was a hot potato. It was better to ask Hill how to deal with it first.
...
When Hill Fawkes quietly walked into the bedroom, Yorko told him everything that had happened during the day.
The latter pondered for a moment, took out a knife out of nowhere and neatly opened the letter.
"Hey, what are you doing!" Yorko was shocked. "It's a felony to open His Majesty's letter without permission!"
"Shh." Hill made a shushing gesture. "If the information inside is really as important as he said, we naturally can't use the conventional way to send the letter. It will take at least a month to send someone from the City of Dawn to the Western Region. Moreover, it's very dangerous on the way, which is prone to accidents."
"What does that have to do with you opening the letter?"
"Do you still remember the gray falcons that I've been raising? They're the fastest messengers. It only takes them two or three days to fly from here to the City of Dawn, "Hill explained. "After changing the messengers there, the letter can be delivered to His Majesty within a week. But they can't carry such a big letter in flight, so I have to read the content and rewrite it in secret. "
"Gray falcons can also send letters? Not carrier pigeons? "Yorko was surprised." I thought you raised them for hunting. "
"They're much smarter than carrier pigeons." Hill opened the letter and soon looked serious. "I can't believe there's such a thing..."
"What's written in the letter?"
"Do you really want to know?" He turned around.
"... Forget it." Yorko coughed twice. "I prefer to have a good sleep every day."
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