Chapter 811: 811 don’t be so nervous

Chapter 811: 811 don’t be so nervous

 Chapter 811811Don’t be so nervous

"Yes, I'm sorry." The girl was surrounded by three grown men. Although it was daytime, she was a little incoherent: "I...I...I am, am..."

Using the most natural movement, he swept the gun under his hand into the counter. The young bartender smiled: "Speak slowly, don't be in a hurry. What do you want to drink? We have the latest Bunas of the year here, and Ale and wine.”

As he spoke, he skillfully took out a wine glass that had been wiped crystal clear from the counter, then took down some bottles from the wine cabinet behind him, and dazzled him to make a beautiful-looking glass of wine.

 Pushing the glass of wine in the direction of the girl, he made a gesture of invitation: "I only used wine and juice, it doesn't matter, you can drink a little."

The girl turned around and glanced at the man blocking the door, knowing that she probably couldn't get out even if she didn't know why she came in. She remembered some things from the past, so she changed her mind and walked straight to the bar.

 After calming down her mood, the little girl said: "I have a friend whom I met at a cocktail party in the Dahua Empire..."

The three men didn't say anything. The man guarding the door opened the door and walked out. The middle-aged man sitting next to the girl was playing with his cigarette case. The young man at the bar looked at him with a pair of beautiful eyes. Holding her.

"That friend heard that I was going to travel to the Lions Empire... and told me that if I ran into any trouble, I would find a place called the Silver Fox Tavern. There would be people here who could help me."

"If you have lost your wallet, miss, I can lend you some money..." The young man at the bar smiled kindly, as if he was a philanthropic boss.

The girl shook her head: "My father is a businessman who came here to sell goods. He was caught. I have no other choice but to come here to seek help."

“I think there’s nothing we can do, beautiful lady.” The young bartender said this and found a glass from nowhere, wiping it carefully.

 He wasn't quite sure how this girl found her way here, so there was no need for him to expose his abilities and solve problems for a stranger.

Although he can definitely be regarded as having a good eye in Bunas, these relationships were established with real money and silver, and they are all national relationships. He cannot use them casually.

"I...I..." Tears welled up in the girl's eyes, and she was about to cry. She took out her handkerchief and stammered aggrievedly: "I don't know anyone here. Only you can help me. I know this kind of thing may be too much, but I really have no other way..."

　　At this point, she seemed to remember something, and suddenly realized something. She took out a card from her bag and handed it to the two men who almost took out their guns.

  “…” Seeing the card, the expressions of both people changed a little. Because this is a kind of proof that the person holding the card is the target of Dandelion's upcoming attack, the intelligence personnel of the Tang Empire must try their best to provide help.

 This kind of help is within our ability and is not compulsory. But since it’s a friend asking for help, you should still consider lending a helping hand when you see it.

 After all, the girl just wanted to rescue her father—this kind of thing was not an important thing to the two men in the Silver Fox Tavern.

“You come or I come?” The young bartender took the card from the girl’s hand and looked at the numbers behind it.

The middle-aged man sitting on the high stool touched the dandelion ring on his finger, stood up and said, "I'll go. Anyway, I want to see my old friends and tell them that I'm back."

 The young bartender nodded: "Then it will save me the trouble. I'll leave without sending you away."

 The middle-aged man nodded, and then said to the girl: "What is your relationship with the person who gave you the card?"

"That...that..." The girl had just wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Her face turned red when she heard the question. She timidly squeezed out a little voice and explained with some hesitation: "Well, he, he pursues I, I, I haven’t promised him yet.”

 “Ha!” The middle-aged man laughed, and the young bartender behind him also smiled. This girl was honest. She answered all the questions she asked and didn't even lie.

"I, I...I actually...actually..." The girl was about to turn into a red apple. She really had a crush on that talented young man, but unfortunately her father thought he was too ugly and never nodded in agreement.

She wanted to say that if she succeeded in saving her father this time, she would agree to the young man's pursuit when she returned.

Unfortunately, before he could say anything, he was interrupted by the middle-aged man: "Let's go! You have to tell me first how your father was not arrested..."

Since they are "family members" of friendly troops, things will be easier to handle. Isn't it a simple task to help the future wife of a comrade to settle some trivial matters?

The girl glanced at the young bartender, saluted, and then caught up with the man, saying that her father had been arrested by the tax officer.

She also went to the tax bureau building opposite after hearing the letter reported by her father's follower. She was unable to see the officials of the Lions Empire, so she became ill and went to the Silver Fox Tavern to seek help. When the man heard what he said, he nodded, and took the girl across the old but spacious road, stepping on a dark patch on the road, and walked to the gate of the tax bureau.

The guard at the door was about to scold him, but when he saw the decent suit the man was wearing, he lowered his voice by at least two-thirds: "Who is that?"

 “I came to visit a friend.” The man replied casually.

The guard looked at the girl next to the man. He recognized this familiar face: "This gentleman...she..."

"She's with me." The man introduced her casually. When he looked at the girl, he realized that he didn't know her yet: "What's your name...what's your name?"

Under the somewhat speechless gaze of the soldier, the girl replied guiltily: "My, my name is Pan Qi..."

"Her name is Pan Qi..." The man introduced the girl again without embarrassment, as if the girl was familiar with him: "Please inform me..."

"I know the rules." As he said this, he put a gold coin into the guard's jacket pocket very well. Money can make a fool of himself. After feeling the weight of the gold coin, the guard hurried to deliver the message.

“Look, it’s not appropriate for us to stand here, right?” He took out another gold coin and played with it in his hand. The man raised his head and asked another guard at the door.

Then the two of them arrived at the lobby of the tax building, and the guard who sent them in bowed to them before leaving.

Soon, after learning that someone who knew the rules was asking for an audience, the tax officer of Burnas, the Marquis of Conrad, ordered the man and the little girl to be taken to his reception room.

"I'm very busy. If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly." Conrad spoke his opening remarks skillfully before he could see who it was.

Then he saw a familiar face, and the next words immediately got stuck in his throat, and he could no longer say a single sentence.

"Conrad...you are doing well now." As soon as he entered the door, he felt as if he had returned to his own home. He walked to a large flower pot on the wall and reached out to touch the green plant leaves: "It tastes good. …You still know how to plant something to cultivate your own sentiment?”

"Horse, horse, horse...Martin first, sir." Conrad almost bit his tongue when he saw this middle-aged man. When he was still an earl, the Mr. Martin in front of him was the port director of Bunas.

There are many counts in this world, and most of them can only pretend to be in their own country. But there is only one person in the world named Martin, the person in charge of Bunas Port, and his boss... named Harry.

Everyone who has heard the name Harry knows what he represents. This young man controls a behemoth called Datang Group.

 Bunas is a relic left by the Datang Group on the Eastern Continent, or in other words, Bunas is the tombstone of the Datang Group before its nirvana and rebirth...

 He was able to sit in this position and become the tax collector of Bunas entirely because of the care of the man named Martin in front of him. This man left here back then, and now...he's back.

 “Long time no see.” Martin waved his hand casually, as if to say hello. Then he spoke, and he remembered halfway through asking that he still didn't know the name of the girl's father: "I heard that you arrested someone yesterday? Pan..."

 “Pan Yiping!” Pan Qi quickly answered at this time.

"Pan Yiping!" Martin repeated the name: "He didn't commit a serious crime, right? Can you give me some face and let this person go?"

"Of course, Mr. Martin." Conard agreed immediately without any hesitation. Just kidding, let alone a pariah who can't pay taxes, Mr. Martin said, even if he is a gangster who kills people and sets fires, he still needs to be taken out of the cell and put on a banquet to quell his shock.

"Don't be so nervous!" Martin seemed to be comforting this old acquaintance, but also seemed to be hammering: "The accident that happened to Marquis Moussa, who was competing with you back then, has nothing to do with me."

 Hearing the name Musa, Conard became even more nervous. You must know that the position of the tax collector of Bunas Port did not belong to him, but to the Marquis of Moussa.

It is a pity that Marquis Moussa committed suicide with seven bullets on his way to office, and Martin's licking dog Sir Conrad only achieved the status he has today.

"I know! I know..." Marquis Conard took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat while looking at Pan Qi who was standing at the door and didn't know what was going on - Is this not my sister-in-law?

 (End of this chapter)