The rustling autumn wind swept up the fallen leaves. There were very few people on the streets of Silvermoon City.
After a tragic coup d 'état, the half-elf capital was still under military control.
The slave market in the west of the city was not as busy as before.
The Hyacinth Merchant Guild had already been surrounded by fully-armed half-elf guards, who were constantly moving out all sorts of things.
In a dark alley a thousand meters away from the Chamber of Commerce, Ross Savoy sneakily poked his head out and carefully observed the situation of his family's Chamber of Commerce.
Obviously, the situation was not good.
Ever since his brother Sith's head fell from the sky and landed in the palace, Ross knew that the Savoy family's operation had failed again.
However, he did not despair too much because Queen Aisha did not kill the Savoy family. She only banished them.
The half-elf nobles had a tradition of forgiving the losers.
Moreover, not only did the Millet Family not hate the Savoy Family, they even had to thank them. If it weren't for the Millet Family's coup d 'état, the half-elf throne wouldn't have fallen into their hands.
However, although the Savoy family was saved, their assets were all confiscated.
Ross sighed and reluctantly looked at the Hyacinth Chamber of Commerce one last time before turning to leave.
However, when he turned his head, he saw a man in a black robe standing quietly in the shadows behind him, coldly looking at him.
"Mister … Mister Chong, why have you come to Silvermoon City?"
Mr. Cheng's lips curled into a mocking sneer. "What? Can't I come? "
"Of course you can. However, as you can see, our family has just met with a disaster … so we can't entertain you. "
Mister Chong ignored Ross's politeness and directly asked, "Do you know why you failed?"
Ross shook his head and respectfully asked, "Please enlighten me."
"Because you were too greedy!" Mister Chong's tone was cold, "Moreover, you did not follow my instructions."
A trace of anger appeared on Ross's face, as if all the anger and fear that had accumulated over the past few days had suddenly exploded.
"Do as you say? Mister Chong, you were not in Silvermoon City at that time. How would you know what we were facing?
The development of the situation was beyond everyone's expectations. My brother and I could only adapt according to the situation! "
"Improvise?" Mr. Chang chuckled. "This is the first time I've heard someone describe 'betrayal' in this way."
"Betrayal?" Roth seemed to have thrown caution to the wind and roared furiously, "Do you really think that the Savoy family is still a dog raised by your family?
Wake up!
It was no longer three hundred years ago!
You've become a stray dog and can only rely on the support of the trolls to survive!
You expect us to be loyal?
You can talk about loyalty to the Savoy family when you dare to come out into the open without that damned hood! "
In the face of Roth's harsh sarcasm, Mr. Roth didn't get angry. Instead, he sighed and said unhurriedly,
"Yeah, it's been more than three hundred years. The world has almost forgotten about my family.
The once loyal servants have also begun to find other ways to survive, forgetting their past vows … "
After pausing for a moment, Mr. Chang suddenly laughed. "However, I never expected your loyalty from the start.
After the lesson at the Northern Frontier, I've already understood that vows are laughable. Loyalty is just a bubble under the sun. It looks dazzling, but it's actually fragile. "
Mr. Chang took a few steps forward, his smile growing brighter.
"But I think that the most laughable thing is still you people.
You think that you're very smart. You don't want to be a chess piece, but you also want to be a chess player.
But in fact, you can't even see the chess game clearly. You don't even know where the real chess eye is. "
Mr. Chang's words made Roth confused. He didn't understand what he meant.
However, Mr. Chang didn't seem to expect him to understand. It was as if he was just saying it to himself.
"In your eyes, you only see Silvermoon City and the half-elf throne.
Haha, but how can these unimportant things be qualified to become the real focus of this game? "
Roth more or less understood this time, but the feeling of being belittled made him even angrier. He couldn't help but mock again, "Silvermoon City's situation has already been decided. What can you do?"
"The situation has already been decided?" Mr. Chang chuckled and shook his head. "I haven't used my killer move yet. Moreover, didn't I tell you that Silvermoon City is just an unimportant corner of the chessboard? It can't decide the outcome of this game. "
"Heh, then what's your killer move?" Roth was getting more and more annoyed with Mr. Chang, who was pretending to be mysterious.
"My killer move …" Mister Yi was halfway through his sentence when his voice suddenly turned soft, and his words became unclear.
Roth didn't hear it clearly. He took two steps forward curiously. Just as he was about to ask, he realized that he couldn't speak.
He felt as if there was a piece of burning charcoal in his throat. It was so hot that he was about to spit fire.
In the next second, he really did spit fire.
Then, the fire quickly ignited his face, his head, his neck, and spread to his entire body …
In the end, Roth struggled in pain and turned into a pile of ashes.
"You don't have the right to know my killer move."
Mr. Chang laughed coldly. His gaze passed through the dark alleyway and looked in the direction of the Northern Frontier.
— — —
Northern Frontier, Fallen Eagle City.
The fat merchant, Oliver, was sweating profusely as he welcomed a woman in luxurious clothes into the Tulip Merchant Association.
"Madam Penny, we can't go on like this! If we don't sell those grains, although we can make a lot of money from the increase in grain prices, but … but I'm afraid we won't live long enough to earn that money! "
Penny's wine-red eyes stared coldly at Oliver. She asked in return, "What are you afraid of? Don't worry, with me here, the Earl won't arrest you for hoarding grains. "
Oliver believed her words.
After all, she was Earl Oman's most beloved lover. Naturally, she had the confidence to deal with the Earl.
However, Oliver still said anxiously, "Madam, I'm not worried about the Earl."
"Then what are you worried about?"
"I'm worried about those slaves and commoners who are going crazy from hunger! Did you know that during the invasion of the Trolls this spring, a large number of fields missed the spring plowing? Now, famine has begun to spread in the Northern Frontier!
If we don't sell our grain now, I'm afraid … I'm afraid people will starve to death! "
"It's just a group of slaves and commoners. If they die, so be it." Penny looked unmoved, as if she was no longer on the same level as him.
"Madam, have you ever been hungry?" Oliver began to become impatient. He no longer hid some things. "I have been hungry! Moreover, I know that feeling. It's worse than death!
It can turn people into lunatics, into beasts, into terrifying creatures that devour everything … "
Penny looked coldly at Oliver and said with a smile, "Continue."
Oliver hesitated for a moment, but did not dare to continue.
"Isn't it just a rebellion?" Penny said in a relaxed tone.
"Since you know, then why …"
"Take care of yourself, Mr. Oliver. You won't starve."
Penny gently patted Olef's chubby face and said, "Don't worry.
"But if you do something you shouldn't do … then it's not necessarily the case."
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