The Original Vampire

Early in the morning, the Lord’s Mansion of Alfalfa City.

Ron pushed away the strange woman wrapped in sheets next to him, his eyes passing over her exposed white skin without stopping.

But the woman seemed to still have some unfinished thoughts, and she entangled her coquettishly.

Ding.

It wasn’t until Ron threw a few silver coins that the woman stopped pestering her, put on her clothes with a smile, and left the room.

Ron rubbed his slightly aching head, casually put on his nightgown, went to the floor-to-ceiling window of the bedroom, and forcefully opened the huge curtains.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and it was another beautiful morning.

Unfortunately, Ron’s mood could not be better.

It had been almost half a year since Queen Elsa appointed him as the Lord of Alfalfa City, and Ron’s enthusiasm had been extinguished by the cold reality.

Originally he thought this was an opportunity to revitalize the Rutte family, but now it seems that this place is simply a bottomless pit.

This huge pit has swallowed up almost all of Ron’s enthusiasm and hope, and may continue to swallow up the glory and even the inheritance of the Lutte family.

In the past, even if the Lutte family had been deprived of their title by Queen Elsa for participating in the Savoy family rebellion, Ron would not have touched those dirty and despicable civilian women.

But now, Ron has given up on himself.

Even if the noble blood of the Rutte family flows out to the homes of lowly common people, it is still better than being cut off.

Boom boom.

The door was knocked lightly twice, and Ron responded lightly.

Immediately, an older maid came in holding a noble dress and began to dress Ron.

The maid’s actions were a little rough; Ron’s brows kept frowning, but he didn’t say much.

The current situation of the Lutte family could no longer support a young, beautiful and clever maid. Ron was worried that if he scolded the maid away again, there would probably be no one to help him get dressed in the future.

Just as Ron was enduring the maid’s rough hands, the door was knocked on again.

Then, his son Jason strode in and reported:

“Father, a caravan from the north entered Alfalfa City last night.”

“Caravan? From the north?”

“Yes. ”

Ron’s brows furrowed tightly, as if he couldn’t believe that a caravan dared to come to Alfalfa City.

You know, Alfalfa City, as a “city of chaos” sandwiched between the Northern Territory, the Eastern Territory, and the Half-Elf Kingdom, has always been a paradise for criminals.

Therefore, although its geographical location is very advantageous and suitable as a transit point for cross-border trade, no businessman in their right mind would choose to pass through here.

Could it be that some stupid young man had no idea about the situation in Alfalfa City and just barged in rashly?

“Which chamber of commerce do they belong to? How many people are there?”

“This caravan did not display a banner, so I don’t know which chamber of commerce they belong to. However, the number of people in their caravan is not large, only about ten people. In addition, There was also an unknown mercenary team escorting them, and there were only a hundred people in total.”

He really looked like a dazed young man.

Ron secretly thought that such a small number of people actually dared to engage in cross-border trade. Even if they did not go through Alfalfa City, they would probably be targeted by thieves on the chaotic border.

“Forget it, don’t worry about them.” Ron waved his hands casually, already thinking that the caravan was dead.

Jason hesitated for a moment, then reminded: “Father, do you still remember the northern intelligence we just obtained?” ”

What information?”

“It’s the Northern Foreign Trade Company established by Count Angele. According to Saint Hill According to the order issued by Duke De, only this company can now carry out foreign trade in the north.”

After hearing this, Ron reacted.

It turns out this is a smuggling caravan!

No wonder they didn’t raise a banner, and no wonder they decided to go to Alfalfa City.

Only in this chaotic city can they escape the search of the Northern Border Patrol and conduct foreign trade privately.

Seeing his father’s expression change, Jason suggested: “Father, we should send someone to control this caravan, find out the main messenger behind them, and then escort them to Silvermoon City. In this way, Queen Elsa You and Count Angele will definitely be very satisfied, and the support you have always wanted may be available.”

Ron listened to his son’s suggestion, not only was he not moved, but he frowned.

After thinking for a while, he slowly spoke and asked: “Do you think a small smuggling caravan can be exchanged for Queen Elsa or Count Angele’s support for Alfalfa City?”

Jason was speechless.

In fact, he also understood the embarrassing situation of Alfalfa City, and knew that neither Count Angele nor Queen Elsa would actually send troops to the city to help the Lutte family under the current circumstances.

A small smuggling caravan obviously cannot change the overall situation.

“There’s nothing wrong with trying…” Jason said reluctantly.

Ron shook his head, with a hint of slyness in his eyes, and said, “No, we shouldn’t capture this caravan. Instead, we should allow them to pass through Alfalfa City, and even secretly provide a little convenience.” ”

Why?” Jason Obviously he didn’t follow his father’s thinking, and he was suddenly dumbfounded.

“It’s useless even if you catch a small smuggling caravan. Queen Elsa and Count Angele may reward you with some insignificant things, but they will never send an army to Alfalfa City.

However, if Alfalfa Will the city become a ‘smuggling mecca’ between the North and the outside world?”

Jason’s eyes lit up, and he finally came back to his senses, and immediately said: “Then Count Angele will never sit idly by and watch!” ”

That’s right.” Ron He nodded with a smile and said proudly, “The Northern Foreign Trade Company involves such huge interests. If these smuggling caravans are allowed to gather in Alfalfa City, they will continue to poach the corners of this company and harm the St. Hilde family.” Majestic, haha, when the time comes, can Count Angele still be able to bear not caring about Alfalfa City?”

Jason also became excited, seeming to see the prosperous scene after Alfalfa City became a “smuggling holy land”, but then he became slightly worried. He asked quietly:

“But father, if we just sit back and watch the smuggling caravan flow unimpeded in Alfalfa City, will Count Angele blame the Lutte family for this?” ”

What can we do?” Ron spread his hands. He smiled and said, “Although I am the nominal lord of Alfalfa City, everyone knows that the real owner of this city is someone else. Even if Count Angele is blamed, we have reason to shirk responsibility.”

Jason clicked He nodded and agreed: “Okay, father, I will send someone to keep an eye on that caravan to prevent any unsighted guy from touching them.”

Ron stopped his son and asked with a sneer. “If the people from the Alfalfa Brotherhood really want to move that caravan, can you keep them?”

Jason was stunned for a moment.

Although they don’t want to admit it, the current order of Alfalfa City is indeed in the hands of the Alfalfa Brotherhood, and the “official force” of their Lutte family cannot control the situation.

“Then… what should we do?” Jason asked somewhat depressedly.

“We don’t have to do anything.” Ron said calmly. Seeing his son’s confused look, he asked, “Where do you think the destination of this caravan is?”

From the north, you can only go halfway to Alfalfa City. The Elf Kingdom or the Eastern Territory, but Jason rolled his eyes and instantly understood what his father meant, and immediately said:

“They should be going to the Eastern Territory!”

“That’s right.” Ron nodded and smiled, “So, this businessman As long as the team is not stupid, they must have already said hello to the East. Since they dare to go to Alfalfa City, it means that the Alfalfa Brotherhood should have received the information in advance. At most, they will charge some tolls from them and will not really touch them… …”

Dong dong dong.

At this moment, the door was knocked again.

Ron responded, and then saw his own police officer coming in and reporting:

“Sir, a businessman just came to report a crime.”

Ron’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly asked: “He came to the city last night. Are you from that caravan?”

“Yes.”

“What case did they report?”

“They said important things in the caravan were stolen last night!”