Winter City.
As the most famous tavern in the east of the city, the Butter Tavern declined a large number of patrons today.
"Eh? Why can't we let him in when he can? "
At the entrance of the tavern, a young drunkard who was stopped by the waiter pointed at the guest who had just been ushered in and questioned.
The waiter politely explained, "I'm really sorry, but that gentleman has an invitation."
"So, your tavern is booked today?"
"Yes."
The drunkards immediately clamored to vent their dissatisfaction, but no one dared to rush in.
As regular customers of the Butter Tavern, they all knew that the tavern had a deep background. It was said that the owner of the tavern had a close relationship with the noble in the castle at the top of the mountain.
In this way, who would dare to cause trouble here? Did they not want to survive in the Northern Frontier?
When the drunkards dispersed, the tavern welcomed two dark-skinned guests.
The two of them looked similar and were obviously brothers.
Moreover, this kind of dark skin showed that the two of them had been running around for a long time. Coupled with the unconcealable rich but vulgar temperament, the waiter basically judged that the two of them should be traveling merchants all year round and were most likely tonight's guests.
Sure enough, one of them took out an invitation and handed it to the waiter.
The waiter glanced at it and immediately respectfully opened the door, "Welcome, Mr. Oliver, Mr. Olma."
The Oliver brothers immediately walked into the tavern.
There were already hundreds of guests gathered inside. Looking around, Oliver found that they were all familiar faces.
"Mr. Oliver!"
Before the two of them could familiarize themselves with the environment, a bunch of people rushed up to greet them.
Oliver seemed to have expected such a scene. He immediately put on airs and put on a reserved smile to deal with the people who came forward.
Oliver was actually not the organizer of this Northern Frontier merchant gathering, and the Tulip Chamber of Commerce was not the most powerful force in the Northern Frontier.
Especially after the Oman family suffered a great change, the merchants who knew the ins and outs of the Tulip Chamber of Commerce were no longer optimistic about it.
However, this situation suddenly took a 180-degree turn recently.
The reason was simple.
The merchants discovered that the unknown new president of the Tulip Chamber of Commerce, Mr. Oliver, was actually familiar with Count Angele!
In fact, there were rumors that Oliver and Count Angele were close for a long time. But recently, Count Angele deliberately sent a message to the merchants in the Northern Frontier through Oliver. Only then did everyone finally believe the rumors were true.
As a result, Oliver and the Tulip Chamber of Commerce rose overnight.
"Mr. Oliver, is the House of Saint Hilde really planning to borrow money? How much are you going to borrow? "
"Mr. Oliver, will Count Angele go to Silver Moon City this year to purchase food?" Oliver asked.
"Mr. Oliver, can we ask Count Angele to increase the tax exemption for the Giant Demon Empire?"
"Mr. Oliver …"
All sorts of questions came at him, and Oliver didn't know how to answer for a moment. He could only put on a polite smile on his chubby face and pretend that he didn't hear the crowd's questions clearly. He just kept shaking hands with the merchants around him and greeting them.
Ding Ding!
In front of the bar, a middle-aged man with a big belly knocked on the goblet in his hand. He waited for everyone to focus on him before he said in a clear voice:
"Everyone, your enthusiasm is scaring Mr. Oliver, so please restrain yourself!"
Only then did the crowd around Oliver disperse with a smile.
To be able to make so many merchants so "obedient", this middle-aged man obviously had an extraordinary identity.
"Mr. Arnold!" Oliver took a few quick steps to the front of the bar and shook hands with the man. "Thank you for inviting us to this event!"
This Mr. Arnold was the organizer of this merchant gathering and the owner of this butter bar. Of course, his more prominent identity was the president of the Northern Wind Chamber of Commerce.
This Northern Wind Chamber of Commerce had always had a close relationship with the House of Saint Hilde. There were even rumors that this chamber of commerce was actually funded and established by the House of Saint Hilde. Arnold was just a white glove that was pushed to the front of the stage.
Over the years, Arnold had used the name of the House of Saint Hilde to call the wind and summon the rain in the Northern Frontier's business world. Now that he was establishing the Northern Frontier Merchant Union, Arnold naturally had hundreds of people responding to his call. Almost all the merchants in the Northern Frontier were present.
"Mr. Oliver, Mr. Olma, it is my honor to be able to attend this event! Please take a seat and have a taste of the champagne that I have treasured for many years. Our meeting will begin soon. "
The Oliver brothers smiled and agreed. They were then led to a round table near the front and sat down.
After Arnold's interruption, the merchants came to their senses. This meeting was mainly to discuss the establishment of the Northern Frontier Merchant Union and not the loan gathering of the House of Saint Hilde.
Thus, they could only suppress the passion in their hearts and stop pestering Oliver. They were prepared to ask him in detail later.
After waiting for a while, the door to the bar opened again. A young knight wearing armor and a longsword at his waist walked in.
This time, the bar, which had finally quieted down, was once again bustling with noise.
The merchants whispered to each other, wondering why a knight would participate in this merchant gathering.
However, there were some who recognized the identity of this knight and could not help but turn their gazes to Arnold.
At this moment, Arnold quickly stepped forward and personally welcomed the young knight to the stage. At the same time, he spoke to the merchants in a clear voice.
"Everyone, please allow me to introduce you. This is the eldest grandson of Senator Sebas of the Senate — Knight Weber St. Hilde!"
* Clap clap clap! *
Warm applause sounded from below the stage.
The merchants were excited. The appearance of Knight Weber had confirmed a fact for them — Arnold was indeed closely related to the House of Saint Hilde. It seemed that the establishment of the Northern Frontier Merchant Union was the will of the House of Saint Hilde.
Only the Oliver brothers had strange expressions. They whispered to each other below the stage, occasionally looking in the direction of the bar's entrance.
Knight Weber had a reserved smile on his face as he nodded to the merchants below the stage.
Actually, he was not willing to come here. This was because when he left Imperial Dragon City, his grandfather Sebas had warned him that he had to keep a low profile in the Northern Frontier and not do anything that could anger Colin. He also did not want to be too close with the Northern Wind Merchant Union.
However, the young and hot-blooded Wilbur had never been so submissive before. In addition, the Northern Wind Chamber of Commerce was giving him money and women. Wilbur, who had been sullen for a long time, once again experienced the joy of being a playboy. Thus, he agreed to Arnold's invitation while drunk.
In his opinion, participating in a merchant's meeting was just a small matter. It should not attract Colin's attention.
Arnold looked at the expressions of the merchants below the stage and felt proud.
This time, he had done everything possible to invite Knight Weber to the meeting. He wanted to create an impression in the minds of the merchants of the Northern Frontier that the House of Saint Hilde was behind the Northern Wind Merchant Union!
It was because of the banner of the House of Saint Hilde that Arnold was able to make a name for himself in the Northern Frontier.
However, the recent changes in the Northern Frontier were too much for him to take in. Furthermore, the newly risen Count Angele did not seem to be friendly to the merchants. This was why Arnold had the idea of establishing the Northern Frontier Merchant Union. He wanted to use this opportunity to integrate the merchants of the Northern Frontier to deal with the changes in the situation.
Just as Arnold was in high spirits and was about to give a speech, the door of the tavern opened again.
Arnold frowned. He thought that it was that ignorant merchant who was late. He was about to scold him, but when he saw the handsome face of the person who walked in, he was stunned.
Knight Weber, who was already seated, immediately stood up. He wiped the beer foam from the corner of his mouth and clasped his left hand on his chest. He stuttered as he saluted the person who came in.
"Count … Count Angele!"
Colin walked into the meeting hall with large strides. He laughed as he walked.
"Why didn't anyone inform me of such a lively meeting?"
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