"Cough cough … can we drink this wine now?"
In the hall of the palace, a half-elf merchant asked with a hoarse voice.
They were invited here by Count Angele, but Marquis Vincent was assassinated before they could finish their conversation.
After Count Angele left, the half-elf merchants looked at the red wine in front of them and couldn't hold back anymore.
But even so, no one dared to touch the wine first.
"Just take a sip and drink a little. It shouldn't be a problem," someone suggested.
Although the person suggested this, he didn't touch the wine himself.
There was another awkward silence.
Finally, Javier couldn't hold it in any longer. Under the surprised gazes of the bystanders, he downed the wine in front of him in one gulp.
"Where's the maid? Please fill my glass! "
However, the awkward thing was that no maid came in at all.
Havel snorted and stood up immediately. But just as he was about to leave, the armored guard standing by the side immediately stepped forward and stopped him.
Javier didn't dare to break in, so he said politely: "I just want a maid to fill my glass."
But the guards didn't say anything, they just stood in front of Javier.
Javier couldn't hold back his anger anymore, he shouted: "We've been sitting here for half a day, can't we just have some wine to quench our thirst? Is this how the palace treats its guests? "
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold voice came from outside the hall: "How the palace treats its guests? Mr. Javier, do you think you're a guest? "
Javier heard this familiar voice and froze on the spot.
The half-elf merchants looked at Colin striding into the hall. They were gloating about Javier's misfortune, but they were also worried about their own fate.
At the same time, they were even more curious about whether the assassination attempt on Marquis Vincent had succeeded.
If Marquis Vincent really died in Silver Moon City, the East Region would definitely not let it go.
Unfortunately, Colin's expression when he came in was the same as when he left. He was calm and indifferent, as if nothing had happened. The half-elf merchants couldn't find any clues from his expression.
"Earl … Earl … I …"
Colin walked past Javier without looking at him. He sat down on the main seat and interrupted the stammering Javier.
"In my eyes, you are criminals who participated in the rebellion, not guests! Which one of you still doesn't understand your situation? "
Colin glanced around, and when he saw that no one dared to look at him, he turned back to Javier.
"Mr. Javier, do you have any comments on my previous proposal?"
"I … I think the Count's suggestion is very reasonable! Us half-elves need a unified foreign trade organization to avoid unnecessary internal disputes. "
Javier quickly praised Colin's suggestion, hoping to get rid of the bad impression that his rash behavior had left on Colin.
He also understood that regardless of whether the half-elf merchants were willing or not, Colin would not allow them to escape his control.
The establishment of the half-elf foreign trade company was unstoppable.
So, since they couldn't resist, they should be more straightforward and take the initiative. Maybe they could win some impression points and even get a good position in the half-elf business circle that was about to usher in a big reshuffle.
Sure enough, Colin was very satisfied with this tactful half-elf merchant. The indifference on his face eased a little. He glanced around the rest of the half-elf merchants and asked,
"What about the others? Do you have any comments? "
At this time, the rest of the half-elf merchants naturally didn't dare to speak out, and they all expressed their agreement.
"Good! Then it's decided! " Colin clapped his hands, stood up, picked up the wine glass in front of him, and said loudly, "Let's toast together to celebrate the establishment of the half-elf foreign trade company!"
Ding ding ding.
In the crisp sound of glasses clinking, the half-elf merchants drank the red wine in the glass with a smile on their faces, but their hidden feelings were particularly complicated.
…
After the chaos, Silvermoon City regained its peace.
But the trauma left by the rebellion couldn't be removed in a short time. The streets were full of patrolling Blood Cavalry teams.
The bodies of the rebels who died in the battle had been cleaned up, but the bodies of the half-elf nobles who participated in the rebellion were still hung in the central square of the city.
When the people of Silvermoon City passed by here, they couldn't help but steal a few glances at the old men who were usually high up in the sky. They were frightened, but there was also an indescribable pleasure in their hearts.
This political storm was just a nightmare for the ordinary half-elves. They didn't care too much about who won and who lost. They just wanted to live a peaceful life.
In a luxurious villa in the business district of Silvermoon City, Javier was welcoming a few half-elf merchants he was familiar with into the living room.
After a few greetings, they all fell into silence.
Seeing the atmosphere gradually become awkward, Javier, as the host, coughed lightly and said, "I have received accurate news that Marquis Vincent has been assassinated!"
"What? Are you sure? "
"Yes." Javier nodded with a gloomy face. "He was killed by Duke Modewin."
"Duke Modewin?"
The other half-elf merchants looked at each other, they all found it hard to believe the news.
Seeing this, Javier explained, "My guess is that Duke Modewin felt that Marquis Vincent had used some underhanded means to forcefully involve himself in the rebellion. Hence, with hatred in his heart, he took the opportunity when the two of them were locked up together to assassinate Marquis Vincent."
"That's possible …"
"Also, I sent someone to carefully observe Duke Modewin's body in the city square. His body was obviously more rotten than the other half-elf nobles' bodies.
This means that Duke Modewin was already dead before he was executed.
I also heard that after Duke Modewin killed Marquis Vincent in the palace, he knew that he couldn't survive, so he killed himself on the spot. That's why he died earlier than the other half-elf nobles. "
The half-elf merchants all nodded, they believed that Javier's news was true.
"So, Mr. Javier, what should we do? Since Marquis Vincent died in Silvermoon City, the Eastern Region will definitely not let this go. Should we still follow Count Angele's request and establish a foreign trade company? "
Javier sneered and said with disdain, "Do we have a choice now?"
This time, no one said anything.
Indeed, even if the Eastern Region wanted to avenge Marquis Vincent, Silvermoon City was still under Count Angele's control. Killing a group of disobedient half-elf merchants was no different than swatting a few flies.
Javier saw the expressions on their faces and said, "But, it's not like we can't do anything."
"Mr. Javier, what do you think?"
"Do you all trust me?" Javier didn't answer immediately. Instead, he asked in a deep voice.
"Of course we trust you!"
"You have always been the leader of the half-elf business!"
"Yes, Mr. Javier, we can only rely on you now!"
… …
Hearing the praises from the crowd, Javier had a proud expression on his face. However, he immediately waved his hand and said,
"Since you all trust me, then I'll just say it.
I think that if we want to maintain the independence of the half-elf business, we must seek outside help. Otherwise, we will not be able to fight against Queen Aisha and Count Angele alone. "
"Mr. Javier, the outside help you mentioned … Who is it?"
"The Eastern Region, of course!"
"The Eastern Region?"
"Yes." Javier said with confidence, "The news of Marquis Vincent's death is still sealed. Obviously, Queen Aisha and Count Angele don't want the Eastern Region to know the news so soon.
But if we secretly spread the news … "
A half-elf merchant thought about the possible chaos and couldn't help but shiver. He said, "If the Eastern Region really sends troops again, won't our businesses be damaged again?"
"Idiot!" Javier scolded without holding back, "Only when the Eastern Region and the Northern Frontier fight, can we have a chance to profit from both sides. Now, we can only be slaughtered by Count Angele!"
"But, will the Eastern Region really send troops to Silver Moon City?" Someone asked worriedly.
After all, the destruction of the Sky Horse Legion was just around the corner. The House of Saint Prospero might not send troops to help Marquis Vincent.
Javier smiled calmly and said, "We need to do something to force the Duke of Saint Prospero to send troops."
The crowd was excited and quickly asked,
"What should we do?"
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