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After the beagle entered the cave, there was no movement at first. After a while, a fierce and rapid "chirp" sound came out of the cave, accompanied by the barking of the hound.

Then a red fox suddenly emerged from the cave. Seeing this, the surrounding hounds quickly rushed forward to hunt down the fox without waiting for the hunters' instructions.

One of the hounds, which was white with brown patterns, became the lucky one. He caught the red fox in his mouth, ran to Constantine, held his head high, and proudly presented the victory to the hunter.

"Good job, man", Constantine praised without hesitation, squatted down, stroked Lucky's head with his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to take the prey from his mouth.

Then he stood up, held up the prey in his right hand, and showed it to everyone.

All the hunters cheered loudly, the fox hunting operation was a complete success and the red fox was successfully caught.

After a while, the beagle that got into the hole walked up to Constantine, wagging its tail, and barked "Wangwang" at Constantine.

"Don't worry, I know you also have merit, and your reward is indispensable." Constantine bent down and stroked and comforted the beagle.

"For these hunters who have made great contributions, should we reward them, guys?" Constantine looked around at the hunters around him and asked.

"Of course, your lordship," replied Goldberg.

"Yes, if you make a contribution, you will naturally be rewarded."

"yes."

There were echoes all around.

Constantine handed the prey in his hand to Nina, and Nina stretched out her hand.

Then he squatted down between two hounds, one big and one small, and stroked their heads.

"Yes, you have made a contribution, and of course you will be rewarded." Constantine said solemnly, his words seemed to be praising the hounds, but while speaking, he looked at the invited guests around him meaningfully. Watching them.

Gao Barry and Steve looked at each other with strange expressions.

Standing up, Constantine opened Helen's package and took out a piece of red pork sausage. Holding a dagger in his right hand, Constantine cut the sausage into small pieces and placed them in front of the big and small hounds.

The two hounds feasted on the food and ate with gusto.

The hounds surrounding them were barking "bark", squatting or lying down, looking up at them with admiration as they enjoyed the food.

"Those who have not made contributions will naturally have no chance of receiving rewards." These words seemed to warn other hounds around them to give up their unrealistic delusions.

"Are you right?" Constantine asked the guests around him for their opinions.

The invited guests were not from simple families, and most of them understood the meaning of Constantine's words.

"Of course, Your Excellency Duke, those who have not made contributions are not worthy of rewards," Costebrew in the crowd responded.

Others remained silent.

Steve and Goldberg looked at each other, and Goldberg shook his head.

Seeing that Steve and Gao Barry didn't respond, everyone pretended to be deaf and dumb, pretending they didn't understand.

Constantine took in everyone's reactions and sighed in his heart, knowing that things would not go so smoothly.

As for Costeblu's reaction, Constantine had expected it.

Alpha Bank is not as wealthy and deep-rooted as the National Bank of Greece. This bank has only been established for three or four years, and its business has just begun to develop. It is eager to open up the situation. What is a more powerful force than the combination of money and power?

The National Bank of Greece is different. This is a bank with decades of history. It is not as eager as Alfa Bank. Anyway, they hold the right to issue currency, and their own interests are indispensable at all times.

They all heard about Constantine's actions in Africa, although not in detail.

Constantine never revealed his ambitions in public, fearing that he might alert the European powers and backfire.

Therefore, the African plan has been carried out quietly in secret, only doing it but not talking about it. When it is a fait accompli and the countries that covet Congo cannot stop it, it will not matter.

They still have doubts in their hearts. For a small European country like Greece to seize a colony in Africa, which is surrounded by wolves, it is too fanciful in their eyes.

In their eyes, the plan of Constantine, who was only fifteen years old, was probably like a naughty boy's game.

Although he had expected it, Constantine still felt a sense of suffocation when looking at the scene in front of him.

However, it was not entirely without gain. Costeblu's ability to express his attitude so simply was a bit unexpected.

But if you think about the current situation of Alfa Bank, you can understand it.

They probably just felt that there was something strange to live in, and they probably didn't take Constantine's African plan seriously.

Most of them just want to take advantage of this opportunity to get political benefits by going online with the Greek Palace Royal Tower.

The drunkard's intention is not to drink.

But it doesn't matter, what they want is political support, and what Constantine urgently needs is economic support. This is a matter of mutual consent. Strengthening cooperation between the two parties will be beneficial to both parties.

"Okay, gentlemen, let's take a short break," Constantine said.

The hunting activity has come to an end. The previous hunt for the red fox, whether it was horses or hounds, was very physically demanding and the hunters were very tired.

The servants accompanying him on horseback heard Constantine's words, took down the stalls they carried, and spread them on the flat ground for everyone to rest.

Then the horses were led and tied up in the nearby woods to recover their strength.

Constantine, who was sitting on the blanket to rest, took two sips of the water bottle handed to him by Nina.

Lying on the blanket, watching the white clouds in the sky gathering and dispersing, the blue sky is like a large piece of pure and flawless blue gemstone. Take a deep breath, and the fresh fragrance of vegetation and soil fills your chest.

A relaxing and leisurely moment of rest, it seems that all thoughts are dispelled at this moment.

Unconsciously, Constantine, who was completely relaxed and squinting his eyes, fell asleep.

Nina held a piece of grass she picked from somewhere in her hand and quietly handed it to Constantine's nose, giggling and tickling him.

"Ah," Constantine rubbed his sore nose and impatiently snatched the grass from Nina's hand.

But when he saw the shape of the grass in his hand, he was stunned.

The grass stems are straight, with many branches at the upper part, and small, fine leaves, which are arrow-shaped.

A feeling of familiarity came to my mind. Where had I seen this thing before?

Nina saw Constantine staring blankly at the grass in his hands, motionless, frowning, and looking confused. She didn't know what was wrong with Constantine.

She used to play around with Constantine a lot, but she had never seen what Constantine looked like now.

Constantine, holding the grass in his hand, felt very familiar looking at the grass in front of him, but it was the grass that he couldn't name, the Meditator.

What is the name of this green grass?

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