The Sun King's Evidence

A fierce battle is going on in Turis Castle. At the same time, the Duchy of Connaught, Mousilon.

A caravan is trying to enter the town.

This caravan held a black skull flag, and several carriages escorted many of the empire's exquisite noble supplies and magic gems. Two plainly dressed coachmen carrying a large number of weapons drove the car, and a tall gangster who looked like a ruffian. The guards, including two half-elves, were wearing gray robes and carrying composite bows on their backs. They were guarding a luxuriously decorated carriage.

The high wall in the distance of Musilon is like a symbol of the end of the world. The huge wall that is tens of meters high can't even see the end, leaving only endless shock and oppression.

The floods two years ago dealt a devastating blow to the Duchy of Connaught. Although even the flood from the Lake Fairy could not break through the high walls of Musilon, there was already a mess and piles of ruins outside the walls of Musilon. , dilapidated, and piled up graveyards all show that Musilon has lost its former prosperity.

Of course, the caravan was stopped: "Who are you? Please produce documents or notifications."

"We are coming from Marienburg. We are the trading partners of Baron Hal Harris. Take this thing and go in and tell him that the goods he wants are here!" A big fat hand stretched out from the carriage. It was covered with all kinds of gold and silver jewelry. His voice was very dull and out of shape, and a chapter of the document was thrown in the guard's face: "Take it and take a look! Idiot!"

Judging from this hand alone, the owner of the hand weighs more than two hundred and fifty kilograms.

The guard took the document, and sure enough, it was stamped with the coat of arms of the Von Carstein family: "Please wait a moment, I will go back immediately to report to Baron Harris!"

"Huh!" An impatient hum came from the carriage, and at the same time, the guard could faintly hear the strange voice of a woman.

A guard went in, and a low-level vampire guard was still wary of the caravan. He carefully observed the strange caravan, two coachmen in simple clothes but carrying a large number of weapons, one with blond hair, using a sword and shield. , a blond guard in full armor, two half-elf archers in gray robes, and a steady and cautious butler wearing a beret and a goatee.

The coachman looked rogue and wary, the blond guard looked like a rogue, but looked a little nervous, and the butler just frowned and said nothing.

The curtain of the carriage was opened, and a huge fat body was piled in the middle of the carriage like a hill. His fat face had a thick beard, and a pair of small eyes were squeezed into a slit by the fat. , a pair of small round glasses shone with a terrifying light, and his smile was full of magic, as if he could steal any mortal's money.

He held a beautiful woman in his left hand. This woman had a very sweet appearance. She had long dark brown shawl hair, and her makeup was very bold. She was full of charm. She was half leaning on the fat businessman's arms, holding her hand. The grapes were put into his mouth. The woman was only wearing a low-cut, off-shoulder, short-sleeved skirt. The fat man's hands reached directly from her breasts and kept rubbing them. The woman's face was full of indulgence. expression, and even deliberately made a lot of noise.

This must be a prostitute (harmony)! It’s still the kind that’s been wrapped up! The guard thought reluctantly.

There was also a woman in the carriage. She had long shiny black hair and a mole next to her slender red eyes. However, she had an extremely ugly hooked nose. It seemed that this was also the reason. Her face She had a world-weary look, as if everyone owed her five hundred gold crowns.

This must be a maid, the guard thought: she has a good figure, but she is too ugly.

After a while, a vampire lord appeared. He had a pale face and a head without any hair. When he saw the fat businessman in front of him, he said in disbelief: "Hofler? Unbelievable. After a few years, you have become like this, and I don’t recognize you anymore.”

"I am stronger and fatter, my friend, and I am not Hofler now, I am Gabe Newell now, a harmless, self-made Marienburg businessman." Fat businessman Looking like a playboy, he rubbed his hand hard, causing the woman next to him to cry in pain, and then he stretched his hand out of her collar: "I'm here to deliver the goods now."

"Delivery? How many years ago was our last transaction? Five years? Six years?" The vampire lord was quite wary. He looked at the fat businessman in front of him with suspicion: "Are you really Hoffman? I don’t feel like it.”

"Seven years and eight months, and please, I am Gabe now, Gabe Newell! Also, you know how difficult it is to get what the Von Carstein family wants, where can I find it all at once? So many? Ever since Karl Franz came to the throne, the empire has been strictly investigating the direction of luxury goods and magic minerals. If I get more, I will be on the hanging list this month!" Gabe Newell stretched out his hand. He stretched out his thick fingers with his fat hand, pointed at the vampire lord Hal, and said impatiently.

"Then why did you get so many now?" The vampire lord was still a little doubtful.

"I spent several years saving that. Every year, I would have several batches of goods on my hands, so I would keep a little bit privately, saying it was transportation loss. It took several years to get the number you want! That old miser Schultz has to check for a long time every time. Is this your attitude?" the fat businessman chattered.

The vampire lord thought for a moment. Indeed, after the new Archduke Schultz of Marienburg took office, the vampires lurking in the upper echelons of Marienburg were in trouble. Schultz could easily distinguish vampires and catch one and kill a group of them. , the trade network that vampires had spent hundreds of years building was severely damaged, and the businessman in front of him was one of the few who had escaped capture.

"Okay, is it time to let me in?" The fat businessman looked calm, but he was just a little impatient.

The vampire lord was about to give the order to be released, when he suddenly felt something strange about the man with a goatee and the appearance of a butler. He looked about forty years old, with his head lowered and his eyes full of caution and calmness, so he continued to cross-examine Said: "That's not right. Where was your previous accountant who talked a lot? I remember your previous butler was not like this."

"That kid? Ah! Don't mention him to me. I secretly intercepted the goods and wanted to trade with you. As a result, that kid also stole my goods in a good way and was killed by me. Now I have replaced him with an honest and calm one. The settlement is slow but steady." Gabe Newell explained.

"And your former lover, the one named Keira?" Vampire Lord Hal still didn't believe it.

"My lady wealth! That was all so many years ago." The fat businessman yelled: "Later I got rich, and I accidentally broke her spine when I was drunk. I also spent a few dollars. A silver coin to cremate her, that’s a lot of money, it makes me heartbroken just thinking about it!”

These living people are really a bunch of stupid pigs, the vampire lord Hal thought, and he finally had no doubts.

"Okay, if you continue to doubt me, how many people do you think are willing to risk going to the stakes and being burned to make deals with you?" Gabe Newell, a fat businessman from Marienburg, reached out to Hal. A thumbs up, and then showed a very devilish smile: "Now you believe it's me, right?"

"Last question, how many times have we traded in total?" Hal nodded, and the vampire lord had begun to believe it.

"More than two, but less than four." Gabe Newell looked confused. He gestured with his fingers for a long time, and finally gave a strange answer.

"Okay, my friend, Gabe Newell, welcome to Mousilon. Come, please let me go." The vampire lord finally relaxed completely, because he had the deepest memory of the person in front of him.

This rich second-generation businessman doesn't know how to count to three.

On the way into the city, the vampire lord looked at the two half-elves in gray robes and said to Gabe Newell: "It's really rare that you can hire half-elves. Can you let them sell some blood?" Give it to me? The price is negotiable."

"Half-elves are not difficult to hire, my friend." Gabe Newell said nonchalantly. His voice seemed to be severely deformed due to fat pressing on his vocal cords: "Many people are willing to fight, as long as the price is right, so are half-elves. They need money and food, but the high elves don’t want to see them, and humans treat them as alien species.”

After hearing these words, the two half-elves showed uncomfortable expressions on their faces: "There is no such provision in our employment contract, sir."

"Yes, yes, we must have a contractual spirit, my friend, Hal Harris." Gabe Newell helplessly spread his hands: "Or you can discuss the price with them yourself? I will only take 30%. After all, I am not a miser."

miser! vampire! Both the vampire lord and the half-elf had this expression on their faces.

With the permission of the vampire lord, the caravan finally entered the city of Mousilon. The city adopts a strict approach to entry and exit. Dense streets and dirty corners can be seen everywhere in the city. There are taverns, pharmacies, bookstores and a large number of shopping malls everywhere. Places for fun and flesh trading are even exposed in broad daylight. The shops sell all kinds of taboo books, cult accessories, various poisons and assassination equipment. There seems to be something strange in this unified and depraved environment. A sense of harmony.

The caravan arrived at the inner castle of Mousilon Castle and in front of the Merovingian Castle. Undead guards and vampires appeared from the shadows and counted the goods. They took out large sums of real money to pay for the goods. Vampire Lord Hal He said expressionlessly: "You came at the wrong time. Our front line is fighting Bordeleau. The Blood Red Duke and his army have left the city. I will set off soon. You can do whatever you want."

"Hey, I don't plan to leave so soon. I'm going to hold an event called Steam Summer Sale." The fat businessman stretched out a fat hand and gave a thumbs up: "I will stay here for two more days."

"Steam summer special?" Hal opened the heavy wooden box. Inside were many precious magic ores, as well as many luxuries of imperial nobles. The vampire lord stretched out his pale hand and grabbed a glass wine glass inlaid with gems. He nodded with satisfaction: "Our trade contract is always valid, right?"

The vampires of the Von Carstein family like the luxuries of the imperial nobles the most, and they take as much as they can.

"Yes, it will always work, as long as I am still alive." Gabe Newell smiled broadly.

"As long as you can continue to supply us for a long time, you will not only live forever, but also live well. If one day you feel that your life is coming to an end, we can help you." Vampire Lord Hal will himself The pale face came close to Gabe Newell's fat face, and then he motioned to his men to put the goods away: "I hope your delivery won't take so long next time."

"I try my best."

All the goods in the cart were unloaded, and the vampire's gold and silver quickly filled the Marienburg merchant's carriage. Then the Marienburg merchant's carriage turned around and drove towards the streets of Mousilon.

Hal was still counting the goods, and young Mathubad appeared. The young knight looked at Hal's things: "Where did this come from?"

"It's Marienburg, my trading partner. It's not your turn to interfere with the Von Carstein family, young man." The vampire lord Hal didn't turn around at all. If it weren't for Manfred and Arkhan temporarily being there, Cooperate, he won't even pay attention to the young knight errant.

Mathubad wanted to kill the vampire lord in front of him with one sword, but he knew that he could not do it. The most he could do was cut into a black smoke, or watch him turn into countless bats. He was planning to continue asking the caravan The Lich King Arkhan walked out of the Merovingian Castle holding a staff burning with green flames: "My godson, get ready, we are going to carry out the next plan."

"Okay, my godfather." Mahhubard could only glare at Hal fiercely, then turned and left with Arkhan.

…………

With a deal, the fat businessman made huge profits. He booked two small rooms and a large room with a courtyard in the hotel. The hotel owner and the guys took a lot of gold and began to prepare for a game. A sumptuous dinner.

This hotel is a two-story large wooden house with a small courtyard and high walls. The caravan immediately locked the door after entering. After confirming that no one was following or monitoring them, the fat businessman and the caravan Everyone began to put down their luggage and packages and put the cart in the courtyard.

Gabe Newell took out a bottle of water and smeared it on his face: "Sneaking in is more difficult than imagined. I think the vampire has doubted me. Emilia said that this mask is valid for three days. We The task must be completed within three days.”

The woman wearing a low-cut sleeveless skirt covered her chest with tears in her eyes. She angrily pinched Gabe Newell's waist.

"Damn it! Ryan, you soulless guy, you pinched me and hurt me!"

updated! Please vote!