The air in the conference hall seemed to have frozen.
No one dared to make a sound, and they even tried their best to control their breathing.
The thick smell of blood gradually filled the air, and the half-elf merchants finally realized one thing — nobles would kill!
No matter how gentle and kind they were, from the beginning to the end, the nobles' rule was built on violence.
No matter how rich the merchants were, they were just lambs waiting to be slaughtered in front of the nobles.
Marquis Vincent used a bloody corpse to make the half-elf merchants realize the cruel reality.
Some of them had ashen faces, but they didn't dare to say anything. Some were terrified and avoided eye contact. Some were dejected and had completely accepted their fate.
Javier was sweating profusely, and his heart was filled with regret.
He thought that he had invited a strong ally, but he didn't expect that this wasn't a strong ally, but a wolf!
If that was the case, he felt that he should have just followed Count Angele.
Just as everyone was sitting on pins and needles, a half-elf merchant hesitantly raised his hand and stuttered, "Lord … Lord Marquis … That … I drank too much water … I need to go to the toilet …"
Marquis Vincent glanced at that person and coldly said, "Hold it in!"
That person's face turned pale, and he laughed dryly as he nodded. He seemed to be talking to himself, "Alright, alright, I can still … hold it in …"
The conference room was filled with an oppressive atmosphere, and it was almost suffocating.
Finally, Marquis Vincent spoke again, "Let's continue the topic. I know that you are worried about your food, but if you want to change Silverymoon City, how can you not pay a price?
Hehe, do you really think that you don't have to do anything and can just sit back and enjoy the fruits of others' labor? "
Marquis Vincent's gaze swept around, and he found that no one dared to look him in the eye. No one dared to refute him, so his tone became gentler.
"Of course, after this matter is completed, you will also get a share of the profits. Perhaps it will be able to make up for your losses."
Hearing this, everyone's faces lit up with joy, and they all began to praise the kindness and generosity of the House of Saint Prospero.
Marquis Vincent sneered inwardly as he watched these mercenary merchants change their faces, but he didn't show it on his face.
At this point, the two sides finally reached an agreement. According to Marquis Vincent's request, the half-elf merchants would ignite their own granaries at the designated time to cause chaos. After overthrowing the rule of Queen Aisha and driving away the Army of the North, they would receive part of the compensation from the East.
However, Marquis Vincent didn't mention how much and how he would compensate them.
If it was in the past, the half-elf merchants would definitely scoff at such empty promises. But now, facing the powerful Marquis Vincent and that bloody corpse, they didn't dare to ask any questions.
At this time, they could only comfort themselves — the House of Saint Prospero's reputation should still be trustworthy.
Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Marquis Vincent ignored the merchants' passionate pleas for him to stay and walked out.
Outside the door, the low-key carriage was still parked in the same place, but there were more guards around it.
Marquis Vincent impatiently dismissed Javier and the rest, and walked to the front of the carriage alone. He asked the knight beside him, "Have you invited Duke Modewin?"
The knight's face stiffened, and he shook his head, "Sir, Duke Modewin isn't willing to come."
Marquis Vincent frowned and was about to scold him, but he heard the knight say, "However, we have invited Duke Modewin's son — Charlie Modewin."
Marquis Vincent's face softened, and he asked, "How many sons does Duke Modewin have?"
"Just this one."
"Good."
Marquis Vincent nodded and stepped into the carriage.
The interior of the carriage was spacious, and the decorations were more luxurious than the exterior.
"Respected Marquis Vincent, welcome to Silverymoon City!"
Looking at the young boy in front of him, Marquis Vincent smiled and said, "Charlie, how old are you?"
"I'm 12 years old this year, respected Marquis."
Marquis Vincent nodded and gestured for Charlie to sit down. He then sat down himself, and lamented, "Your father doesn't dare to come and see me. Is he afraid that I'll blame him for lying to me last time?"
"Father lied to you?" Charlie asked blankly.
Marquis Vincent suddenly realized that this little guy in front of him didn't know anything at all, and the reason he appeared in his carriage was probably the result of the House of Medea being dissatisfied with Queen Aisha's rule.
Therefore, Marquis Vincent lost the desire to chat with this little kid, and he smiled, "That's some old story, so I won't go into it. Charlie, do you know why you came to see me? "
"Yes."
"Oh? Why? "
"To overthrow Queen Aisha's rule!" Charlie said in a young voice, and his expression was very serious.
Marquis Vincent looked at the little boy in front of him with interest, and continued to ask, "Then tell me, how do you plan to overthrow Queen Aisha's rule?"
"Queen Aisha is about to give birth, and I'll take this opportunity to lead the Silvermoon Guard into the palace and force her to return the throne to the House of Medea!"
"So you're saying that you have the confidence to make the Silvermoon Guard listen to your orders?"
"Yes!"
"But the commander of the Silvermoon Guard is clearly your father, right? Will he agree to your actions? "
"Father is a coward!" Charlie said disdainfully, "But I've already met the uncles of the Silvermoon Guard, and they all support me!"
"That's impressive!" Marquis Vincent praised, but he was sneering in his heart.
The half-elf nobles really have guts, to actually let a little kid take the lead!
But of course, Marquis Vincent would not remind Charlie that his' uncles' were only afraid of taking responsibility, and pushed him to take the lead.
Marquis Vincent's praise made Charlie raise his head proudly, as if he could already see the annoying Queen Aisha begging for forgiveness in front of him.
"Charlie, why do you want to overthrow Queen Aisha's rule?"
"Because the half-elf throne originally belonged to the House of Medea, and grandfather also told me that Aisha is a bad woman!"
Marquis Vincent was stunned for a moment before he realized that the 'grandfather' Charlie was referring to was the old half-elf king, who was also Queen Aisha's husband.
Thinking of this, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he nodded, "Good! As expected of a young hero from the House of Medea! Don't worry, the East doesn't like Queen Aisha, and when the time is right, I'll stand up and support the House of Medea. "
"Thank you for your support! The friendship between the House of Saint Prospero and the House of Medea will last forever! "
Seeing that his empty words had made Charlie so grateful, Marquis Vincent couldn't help but laugh coldly in his heart, and at the same time, lament —
The House of Medea was really getting worse with each generation.
The old king was a strong opponent that even the Duke of the East had to take seriously. As for Prince William, who was now Duke Modewin, even though he wasn't very smart, he could at least see the situation clearly. As for Charlie …
Of course, Marquis Vincent definitely didn't care about the future of the House of Medea, and he didn't have any psychological burden to send a teenager to the battlefield.
Marquis Vincent only sent Charlie off after a few more words of encouragement.
Sitting alone in the carriage, Marquis Vincent fell into deep thought.
He was very clear that if he wanted to rely on the half-elf merchants and the Silvermoon Guard led by a brat to overturn Silvermoon City, it would still be a fool's dream.
Fortunately, his plan didn't stop there.
Thinking of this, Marquis Vincent reached out and knocked on the side of the carriage, instructing:
"To the Temple of Destiny."
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