Chapter 50: 50See it with your own eyes
Chapter 50 50 See it with your own eyes
Hunger tortured his stomach, making the man lying like a beggar on the street corner extremely uncomfortable. He struggled to stand up from the ground, his eyes filled with a sinister light of hatred.
He shouldn't be in such a mess, like a beggar, looking at decent people drinking fragrant ale in the pubs on the busy streets.
If it hadn't been for that accident, he would have still been in the Vicious Forest, enjoying a good life with a few of his accomplices.
But that night, the sound was like gunshots coming from the abyss, like the howl of the devil, echoing in his ears, and it has no intention of dissipating until now.
That was such a horrific sight! His strong companions fell one after another in the gunfire, and a fierce bandit group entrenched in the vicious forest was wiped out in an instant.
The Vicious Forest is not a paradise, but a hell! Bandits who lose their accomplices will basically become the target of robbery by other bandit groups.
Under normal circumstances, the other party will not admit an unfamiliar thief into their group. Doing so will cause a lot of trouble. Therefore, killing is the easiest option.
He was lucky enough to escape from the vicious forest, but he still hasn't regained his courage and can only end up here and become a vagabond.
I want revenge! This man was tortured by hunger and weakness, and some unrealistic fantasies began to emerge in his chaotic mind.
Once again, for the fifth time this month, he raised his head and looked at the gorgeous gate with guards standing not far away.
Finally, the stomach acid was churning in my empty stomach, dispelling the fear lingering in my heart. He staggered forward and walked towards the magnificent door.
"Stop! What are you doing?" A guard saw the beggar walking over, his eyes full of disdain and contempt, and he started yelling from a distance.
"Me! I have something to do. I want to see...Mr. Giese!" The beggar-like man said angrily.
“Hahaha!” The doorman laughed loudly and looked back at his companion on the other side: “Did you hear that? He said he wanted to see Mr. Giese! Hahaha!”
“Hahaha!” Another guard also laughed, because they did not think that a beggar had any qualifications to meet the head of the Cyric Conglomerate in the Kingdom of Wright.
"I, I saw with my own eyes that someone used a musket! A terrifying musket that can fire five times in a row!" The beggar shouted excitedly and stared at the guard: "If you delay Mr. Giese's serious business, You may die miserably!"
“Are you crazy?” The guard frowned, not believing that there was a musket in the world that could fire five times in a row.
The guard standing aside also looked dismissive. He felt that the Cyric flintlock he was carrying was the best musket in the world.
However, at this moment, a passing man heard the beggar’s cry. He was going to go in directly, but now he stopped.
He looked at the beggar and looked up and down at the man who was dressed in rags and looked miserable. He didn't know why, but he always felt that this man's words were worthy of belief.
Completely different from those beggars who come to cheat for food and drink, this man does not seem to be looking for death - his eyes are full of desire for life, which is completely different from those beggars who have completely despaired.
Therefore, he didn't know what he was thinking, so he spoke like this and ordered the two guards who were about to drive him away: "Bring him in! Watch him and don't let him break in! I will talk to Mr. Giese Say it and see if he has time..."
"Yes! Sir!" The two guards naturally knew that the man in front of them was their immediate boss, so they quickly answered with their chins raised.
“Give him something to eat.” The man ordered without looking back, walked into the gate, passed through the courtyard, and walked towards the splendid building.
"As soon as the Farming Festival is over and the ice and snow begin to melt, we can launch an attack... just in time to disrupt Beiling's farming plan." A man sat in a seat and assured the well-proportioned, blond man sitting at the head. road.
"I can guarantee the share of the Kingdom of Susas, but you'd better be careful... All the mineral deposits in Beiling, as well as Wolf City, belong to us." The leading man didn't even raise his head, looking at the pile of contracts in front of him. , said.
"Don't worry, sir! As the representative of Susas, His Majesty the King has authorized me to control all frontline troops... All properties of the Cyric Consortium will be best protected." The man immediately promised: "We Just the land and population of North Ridge, nothing more.”
"Since you can guarantee this, our cooperation will become very pleasant!" The middle-aged man finally raised his head, glanced at the other party, and gave the other party a friendly smile: "Stay and drink together in the evening How about a cup? ""It's a pleasure, Lord Giss." The envoy from the Kingdom of Susas stood up hurriedly and expressed his gratitude.
After the envoy from the Kingdom of Susas left the room, Gis, the regional head of the Cyric Consortium, stood up, did a few chest-expanding exercises, walked to the wine cabinet, and grabbed a bottle of engraved wine from it. Patterned glass wine bottle.
He pulled out the cork and poured the wine inside into a glass with the same complicated pattern. While pouring, he said, "How's it going over there in Beiling?"
The man who walked in stood in the center of the room and bowed his head slightly to Giese: "Sir, Beiling is just delaying the kingdom's taxes and has no other obvious actions."
Before Giese spoke, he continued to add: "Fishereau is still the same, as stubborn as a bull. He is unwilling to recruit more troops, and the Northridge Army still maintains a size of about 1,500 people."
"If he hadn't been so indifferent, he wouldn't be in this situation today." Giss snorted disdainfully and said, "Only his territory is unwilling to cooperate with us, so he is destined to be eliminated by the times. submerged."
“I just think that he is a good man, which is a bit of a pity.” The man under Guis said with emotion.
"There are only two kinds of people in this world! One is our friend, and the other is our enemy! There is no need for mercy to kill an enemy." Geese touched the tip of his nose and said disdainfully.
There are too many good people in this world, but good things may not always come to good people. What determines the life or death of a good person is not the word "good".
"Is there anything else? If not, go and order someone to prepare a dinner. I want to invite Susas's friends to taste the specialties of the Kingdom of Wright." Seeing that his men were not talking, Geese was about to take a nap.
"Sir, my subordinate just saw someone at the door... a person who wanted to see you. I thought his words were very important, so I asked him to wait outside." Hearing that his immediate boss was about to take a nap, The subordinate lowered his head and said with some anxiety.
Sure enough, when he heard his subordinates say this, Geese frowned. He put down the empty wine glass in his hand, looked at the other person, and asked impatiently: "Are you stupid? Anyone can see me, can anyone waste my time? If you want to see me I have to meet everyone, so I don’t even have to sleep.”
"Sir, that man said that he saw a new type of weapon." Hearing the displeasure of his immediate superior, the subordinate immediately began to explain.
"Ha, every day, there will be some madmen who make a living from this, with their so-called inventions, in King Cyric City...that is, right here! Queue up here and offer their treasures to our reviewers." Gith. Holding the wine glass, he looked at his men and said coldly.
Then, without waiting for the other party to explain, he spoke again and shouted proudly: "What's the result? The result is that Cyric's flintlock is still perfect! It's still impeccable, and those inventions and creations that claim to subvert the concept of weapons, But it was proven that it was just rubbish. Remember Matthews? I gave him enough trust, but he still failed?"
"However, the guy who was at the door just now was very confident and insisted that he saw a new weapon... His subordinates were afraid that he would talk nonsense, so they asked him to wait outside the door." Guise's subordinates felt a little guilty. explained for himself.
Ji Jisi was silent for a few seconds, and then decided to give his most capable subordinate some face, and said: "Okay, since you recommended him, let him come in."
"Yes, sir!" Sure enough, after hearing Giese's order, the subordinate's face lit up again.
Soon, the vicious forest fugitive, who was dressed like a beggar, was brought to the thickly carpeted living room.
He swore that this was definitely the first time in his life that he had seen such a magnificent and noble place. He was careful when he knelt on the ground, worried that he would make the place dirty and make the nobleman in front of him unhappy.
Even after he had just eaten something and regained some strength, he even stuttered a little when he spoke: "Big... big... sir!"
Because he was bored, Geese poured himself a new glass of wine and asked with interest in a long voice: "You... said... that you saw a brand new weapon with your own eyes?"
The fugitive immediately fell to the ground and replied with a trembling voice: "Yes, yes, sir..."
"Don't be nervous...I can't eat people, right?" Geese shook the wine glass slightly and smiled.
The fugitive who was lying on the ground lowered his head and replied more humbly: "Yes, sir."
(End of this chapter)