A carriage with simple decorations slowly drove into Silvermoon City's business district, stopping in front of a luxurious house.
The door of the car opened, and a tall young man walked out.
He was wearing a wide triangular hat, and his head was lowered. His face couldn't be seen clearly, but from the small details of his posture, one could tell that he was a noble with an extraordinary background.
"I'm sorry, sir. May I have a look at your invitation?" The attendant politely stopped the young man.
But before the young man could show his invitation, a short, fat, and slightly bald middle-aged man in a floral robe rushed out with vigorous steps.
He pushed the attendant aside, and welcomed the young man in with a fawning expression.
The attendant who had been pushed aside stared at the scene with his mouth agape, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.
Of course, he didn't dare get angry, because the middle-aged man who had rushed out was the legendary half-elf merchant of Silvermoon City, Javier!
So, the attendant was just a little surprised. Who was the young man that Javier had to welcome him personally, and with such a humble attitude?
After entering the house, the young man took off his hat, revealing a resolute, handsome, yet somewhat cold face.
If Colin were here, he would definitely recognise the young man as his old acquaintance, Marquis Vincent!
The eldest son of the Duke of the Eastern Region had returned to Silvermoon City after more than half a year.
Marquis Vincent's brows were tightly furrowed, perhaps because he'd recalled some unpleasant memories from the last time he'd been here.
Javier smiled along the way, saying some witty words, but Marquis Vincent's expression didn't turn for the better, which made him even more anxious.
As the central building of Silvermoon City's business district, the decorations here could be said to be extremely luxurious. At a glance, all one could see was magnificent gold paint. Even the cracks in the white glaze on the ground were covered with melted gold.
Unfortunately, this style of nouveau riche obviously couldn't enter Marquis Vincent's eyes.
Not only was he unable to look at it, he couldn't smell it either. The moment Marquis Vincent entered, he couldn't help but cover his nose. The fragrance here was too strong, so strong that it choked his nose.
Of course, Marquis Vincent could understand why.
Half-elf female slaves in light gauze dresses were displaying their beautiful naked bodies in front of the guests. If the guests were interested, they could discuss with them the pleasure that wasn't for the sake of reproduction.
Although Marquis Vincent didn't like these lowly female slaves, not everyone was so reserved. The smell of perfume in the room couldn't completely cover the stench of pheromones.
Javier was smart enough to notice Marquis Vincent's discomfort. He quickly asked the maid to open all the windows for some fresh air.
"Lord Marquis, this time I have gathered the leaders of the seventeen most influential half-elf merchant guilds in Silvermoon City to listen to your teachings!"
Marquis Vincent finally showed a satisfied expression. He nodded and followed Javier into the conference hall.
The hall was very spacious. The round table made of gold-plated oak was very eye-catching. The conference chairs made of white-striped tiger hide were also very exquisite, but the overall style was less serious.
Seeing Marquis Vincent walk in, the merchants sitting around the table stood up and bowed to greet him.
Marquis Vincent raised his hand and gestured for everyone to sit down.
Javier brought Marquis Vincent to the main seat and said in a clear voice, "Everyone, today we have the honour of inviting the first successor of the House of Saint Prospero – Marquis Vincent!
I'm sure everyone knows why this conference is being held.
We, the half-elf merchant guild, cannot be trampled on by others!
We must fight for our own interests!
Fortunately, we are not fighting alone. Marquis Vincent has brought the support of the Duke of the Eastern Region to our half-elf merchant guild.
Please believe that as long as we work together, we will definitely be able to make our voices heard! "
Javier was very good at livening up the atmosphere. He also understood that although the merchants were rich, they lacked status. They wanted to be respected more than anyone else.
"Next, let's invite the honorable Marquis Vincent to speak for us!"
After he finished speaking, Javier sat down on the first seat on the left. The meeting room was immediately filled with warm applause and praises.
Vincent smiled reservedly. As the honorable Marquis of the Eastern Region, he actually looked down on these lowly, vulgar, and mercenary merchants from the bottom of his heart. If it weren't for his own plan, he wouldn't sit at the same table with these people.
Marquis Vincent looked around and said, "I don't want to waste time talking nonsense, so I'll get straight to the point."
After a short pause, Marquis Vincent picked up the silver teacup and took a sip. The fragrance of the tea lingered in his mouth and calmed him down a bit.
He continued, "The reason why you are gathered here is that you don't want the food you worked so hard to accumulate to be bought by Count Angele in the Northern Frontier at a low price. However, facing the power of the Northern Frontier and the favoritism of Queen Aisha, you don't dare to openly resist.
However, you don't have to worry. The half-elf kingdom isn't a territory of the Northern Frontier. It's also not a garden that Queen Aisha can play with as she pleases! "
Hearing this, the half-elf merchants sitting around the table became spirited and looked at Marquis Vincent with expectant eyes.
"I can tell you clearly that Silverymoon City is about to experience a huge change! From now on, this place is no longer a place where Queen Aisha or Count Angele can do whatever they want!
In that case, everyone, I wonder if you're willing to contribute to this? "
After hearing this, the half-elf merchants all expressed their willingness to cooperate with Marquis Vincent.
They already knew that Queen Aisha was a puppet supported by Count Angele. Even the child in her belly was most likely Count Angele's.
A queen like this would never be able to protect the interests of the half-elf kingdom, and it would be impossible for her to gain the support of these half-elf merchants.
Marquis Vincent nodded with satisfaction and said, "Good. Since everyone is so enthusiastic, I'm relieved. I've already arranged for people to do the scheming and fighting. As for everyone, I only hope that you can do one thing within the scope of your abilities. "
"Lord Marquis, if you need us to do anything, please tell us directly!" Havel immediately stood up and spoke on behalf of the half-elf merchants.
Marquis Vincent also stood up from his seat. His gloomy eyes slowly swept over the half-elf merchants, then he said in a serious tone:
"I want you to burn all the grain stores!"
"What?"
After hearing this, the half-elf merchants' faces all changed. They never thought that the Marquis of the Eastern Region would actually want them to do such a thing.
"What? You don't want to do it? "Marquis Vincent coldly asked.
Facing this kind of question, the half-elf merchants all lowered their heads and didn't dare to speak.
But after a moment of silence, a half-elf merchant finally stood up and said, "Lord Marquis, what you're doing is even more excessive than Count Angele!
Although his price is low, at least we won't suffer a loss. But what you're doing will cause us to suffer a huge loss!
Rather than that, we might as well cooperate with Count Angele. "
Marquis Vincent chuckled and said, "You know what? This is the first objection I've received since coming to Silvermoon City. "
The half-elf merchant straightened his neck and said firmly, "Lord Marquis, if you still don't care about the interests of your allies, you'll only receive more objections in the future!"
"Are you lecturing me?"
"I wouldn't dare! I'm just advising you. "
"Advising?" Marquis Vincent stood up calmly and slowly walked behind the half-elf merchant. He put his hands on his shoulders and said with a smile, "But you know what? Only my father, the Duke of the Eastern Region, has the qualifications to talk to me in such a tone! "
The half-elf merchant wanted to continue arguing, but he saw the shock and disbelief in the eyes of others.
Before he could figure out what was going on, Marquis Vincent, who was behind him, picked up the table knife that was used to eat desserts on the table with a sinister smile, grabbed his hair, and viciously stabbed it into his eyes!
The table knife, which wasn't considered sharp, was pushed by the huge force and stabbed into the half-elf merchant's eyeball without any resistance. It went deep into his brain. Blood and brain matter splattered on the white tablecloth, like blooming flowers.
The blood-curdling screams that sounded like pigs being slaughtered echoed, but they became weaker and weaker. Finally, it returned to a deathly silence.
Marquis Vincent acted like he had done something insignificant. He calmly took out a white silk handkerchief, wiped the blood on his hands, and casually covered the corpse in front of him.
After doing all this, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, as if the violence that had accumulated since entering Silvermoon City had finally been vented.
"Now, who else objects?"
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