Year 819 of the Saint Calendar, at the end of January (the Month of Beginning), noon.
The sky was blue, and the snowstorm that seemed to be able to cover the whole world finally stopped.
In front of the domed houses, there was a thick pile of snow. Some of the snow was even as high as half a person's height, blocking the door. Therefore, the residents of Schachran Empire jumped out of the windows and started shoveling the snow while drinking hard liquor.
Most of them had blonde, light yellow, or pure black hair, and most of them were tall and sturdy. The young girls were generally pretty, but the aunties were fat. Many of them were as wide as their husbands. Usually, it would take several strong men to push a snowball, but the aunties could do it with one hand.
On the second floor of a tastefully decorated dark green hotel by the street, two young people were looking at the lively scene outside through the window. The beautiful blonde girl with blue eyes rubbed her hands and said with a playful smile, "I have never seen such heavy snow in Ural before, and it's been almost a month since the New Year."
Ural belonged to the Jinov Province of Schachran Empire. Located in the southwest of the empire, Ural was two provinces away from the Northern Fortress of the Duchy of Orvarit. It was famous for its blacksmiths, ores, and weapons.
Looking at the girl's soft and beautiful face and her curvaceous body that was wrapped in a fire fox fur coat, the brawny young man with shaved blond hair next to her hesitantly opened his mouth. Finally, he gathered his courage and said, "Lena, don't … Are you still very close to that Mr. Peter?"
Lena turned around, "What's the problem, Igor? Mr. Peter is a gentleman of great learning, experience, and humour. It is a pleasure to chat with him. "
Speaking of pleasure, Lena slightly raised the corner of her mouth and put on a faint smile.
The smile made Igor very uncomfortable. He walked a few steps forward impatiently and said in a slightly high voice, "Lena, he's a noble. His wife must be a descendant of a noble."
Lena slightly frowned her delicate eyebrows and said a bit unhappily, "What does that have to do with me? Mr. Peter and I are just friends. Igor, can you stop imagining things? If Mr. Peter were here, he would definitely talk to me about the blizzards in other places and the fun games related to the snow. He wouldn't make me angry or sad at all. "
"Monsieur Peter, Monsieur Peter, Lena, will you stop talking about him? Nobles like them are very hypocritical! He always maintained an elegant and dignified demeanor in front of others, but he could do anything in secret. From the two swords he carried to show off, and from the politeness he showed to all the beautiful ladies in the caravan, one could tell that he was actually a frivolous and playboy. Furthermore, he hasn't awakened his bloodline power yet. Sooner or later, he will lose his noble status! "
Similar conversations had taken place between the two young people several times, but seeing that Lena and Mr. Peter were still chatting happily, Igor finally couldn't hold back his jealousy and spat out all the jealousy in his heart.
Then Igor said sullenly, "I only mentioned these things because I care about you. That's why you are unhappy. His unchanging elegance and thoughtfulness only shows that he doesn't care about you and only wants to deceive you … "Although in order to awaken his bloodline power, Igor had spent many years with mercenaries and adventurers, and occasionally spoke rudely, he still subconsciously didn't use dirty words in front of Lena.
Lena's face fell, and there were tears in her beautiful blue eyes. "Igor, Monsieur Peter is not the kind of person you think he is. Two beautiful single ladies in the caravan tried to seduce him, but he rejected them both. Besides, in your eyes, am I a person who is greedy and easily deceived? "
After that, she turned around and left, returning to her room and slamming the door, leaving Igor outside who kept apologizing in annoyance.
At the other end of the corridor, someone was also looking through the glass window at the lively scene of snow removal.
"Mr. Peter, the etiquette of the Vladimir family is really excellent, and you are the most decent noble I have ever seen when it comes to women," said an old man with a red nose with a red nose. A red-nosed old man in a grey coat smiled. He was Liena's father, Biff, a member of the caravan.
Lucien, who was now Peter Joseph Vladimir, stretched out his white-gloved right hand and pressed it on the railing under the window. He replied with a gentle smile, "In fact, there are many loyal nobles. Isn't that the case in love stories? "
In order to match the characteristics of the Vladimir family, Lucien's hair was dyed golden yellow with the juice extracted from some kind of tree, and his eyes were also dark blue with the backup invisible film. He looked much more sunny.
"These are all written to please the nobles, to deceive little girls and make them willing to be the lovers of the nobles," said Berdyf with an exaggerated expression. Then, he chuckled. "Mr. Peter, do you want to have lunch with me? I also have a bottle of Black Mace wine. "
Lucien withdrew his right hand and shook his head. "Mr. Berdyf, thank you for your kindness, but I hurt my body when I was traveling in the north, so I can't drink."
"Haha, Mr. Peter, this is the most unattractive part of you. Wine and fighting are the real romance of a man! " After spending more than a month with Lucien, Berdyf had more or less figured out what kind of person Lucien was.
Schachran Empire was known as the Country of Knights, because the proportion of Knight Awakening in Schachran Empire was almost fifty percent higher than in the Duchy of Orvarit and the Kingdom of Holm. That was why Schachran Empire had been fighting for hundreds of years even though the South Church was much weaker than the South Church.
This also made many adventurers believe that the harsh environment could help them sharpen their fighting spirit and awaken their Blood Power.
After returning to the dining hall with Berdyf, Lucien found a quiet table in the corner and started to eat. Leo, who was dressed as an old butler, was standing next to Lucien and Lucien.
After a while, when Lucien was drinking the sweet and sour soup with a spoon, a middle-aged man wearing a black coat and a sable vest walked to them with his followers. His light yellow hair was combed back with a thick layer of oil. He had a thick cigar in his mouth and seven or eight golden rings inlaid with different gems on his ten fingers. They were dazzling as if they could blind the eyes of others.
"Mr. Peter, is there anyone here? If not, do you mind if I sit here? "The middle-aged man asked politely.
Lucien raised his head and looked around the restaurant. Seeing that there were no empty seats, he nodded, "No, Mr. Sergei. You can sit here." The road was blocked by the heavy snow, and many tourists were still in the restaurant.
Sergei joined the caravan five or six days ago, and his destination was Ural, the capital city of Ural. He was a generous man, and he was good at chatting. Within a few days, he had become familiar with most of the people in the caravan.
After ordering Breen cake, frozen caviar, steak, and mutton skewers, Sergei smiled and said, "Mr. Peter, after a few days of travel, I realized that you're a real noble, just like Count Kutuzov of the Vladimir Family. I met him a few times when I was doing business in Falk City in the Northwest Province. "It seemed that Sergei was showing off the big shots he knew.
Lucien cut a piece of fried chicken and smiled, "Uncle Kutuzov? Does his joints still hurt when the weather is wet? "
This was a big shot in the Vladimir family, and Valentin didn't forget to mention him. Valentin also revealed a lot of his secrets. For example, because he failed to become a radiant knight, there was an incurable hidden disease in his body. Whenever the weather was wet, he would feel very uncomfortable, just like an ordinary person who had arthritis.
"Mr. Count is still the same," Sergei said. Sergei chuckled and changed the topic. He began to talk about the other nobles that he knew.
After the names of the nobles presented the image of a mysterious rich man with a shocking background and a wide circle of friends, Sergei sighed softly and said, "It's a pity that we have already reached Ural City, and we will have to bid farewell to Mr. Peter, your talented noble friend. I got to know Count Witte through Baroness Carleena's personal connections, and I bought a new gemstone mine before anyone else. Although it's difficult to mine it, it's very valuable, and many people are jealous of it. Therefore, I'll have to stay in Ural for a long time to come. "
Count Werther's territory occupied almost half of Ural, and he was the real ruler of this province.
Lucien chewed the chicken slowly, and after a few minutes, he asked, "Very valuable?"
"Yes, according to the testimonies of several clerics and mine explorers, there are enough gems in that mine to buy an entire country. If it weren't for the fact that Count Werther didn't like trouble and preferred to make money through mining tax and gem tax, I wouldn't have been able to get it at all! " Sergei took out the gemstone mine exploration certificate, mining certificate, real estate contract with the Count's seal, and the Church's low price reservation contract from the black suitcase carried by his attendant in a boastful manner.
Many divine spells, magic spells, and the production of supernatural items required natural gems.
Lucien smiled politely, "Congratulations, Mr. Sergei."
"Thank you, Mr. Peter. But it's not easy to get a gem mine like this. The gifts from Count Werther almost made me bankrupt. Right now, I don't have any money to hire people or buy tools to mine. Alas, I've been running around, borrowing money from my friends, and I'm planning to pay them back with double. Unfortunately, they don't have enough money right now. I'm so anxious that I'm even thinking of selling some of my shares in the mine. " Sergei heaved a long sigh and said, "Why can't there be banks in the Imperium like in Sturk and Holm? Why can't we borrow money from them?
After that, he waited for Lucien's answer quietly. But after a long time, Lucien still didn't say anything.
"Mr. Peter, you don't want to say anything?" Sergei raised his glass and smiled.
Lucien wiped his mouth with a napkin, "Yes, I do. I've finished my lunch. Enjoy your meal, Mr. Sergei. "
Then, Lucien stood up, tidied up the two gorgeous longswords, and went back to his room with Leo.
Sergei's smile froze on his face for a second. Then he shook his head and took a sip of wine.
… …
In the afternoon, as soon as the snow on the road was cleared, an invitation was sent to the hotel. It was from Lucien and Baroness Carleena. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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