Chapter 146 The Night Banquet of the Wealthy Family (Part 2)
Chapter 146: Night Banquet of the Wealthy Family (Part 2)
The dark brown cigar strip was two fingers thick, and Leon was not in a hurry to light it, so he took out the fire box and cigar tongs. The former was bought by him for fifty gold coins in a boutique in Tormond City, which was very similar to Leon's original world lighter.
Although it is expensive, it uses a silver shell magic crystal array to ignite, which is ten times better than ordinary flint.
Rub the fire box, and Leon took the cigar tongs carefully made by the craftsmen in Saar City, cut the outlets on the mouthpiece and gently dipped the mouthpiece with wine.
He held the cigar strip in one hand, put it on the top of the fire box and turned it to bake, and then lit the cigarette butt when it was almost done.
Bang!
Leon closed the fire box, held the cigar in one hand and put it in his mouth and took a sip, picked up the wine glass with the other hand, burying himself comfortably into the soft sofa.
After taking a few sips of cigarettes and taking a sip of wine, he relaxed, and the smoke scattered, the figures of red men and green women in the magnificent hall became blurred.
Leon didn't notice that someone took his every move.
"Well, young man, can we sit here?"
While Leon was closing his eyes and enjoying it, a voice suddenly came from his side.
Leon opened his eyes and stood up, and saw two old nobles with gray hair standing beside him.
The person who asked the question was the old fox man among them, with a short and thin figure, a wrinkled face full of smiles, and a pair of flexible eyes shone with a shrewd light, staring at the cigar in his hand without blinking.
In sharp contrast to him is the lion companion next to him, who is strong and powerful without anger, especially his golden hair is impressive.
"Of course, please sit down for two..." Leon smiled and put the cigar that had not finished smoking on the fire box.
All those who were able to attend the Marquis of Nicholas were dignitaries from Tormond. Although he did not know these two old nobles, he believed that the other party's identities were not ordinary.
Many friends have many ways. Although Leon disdains to curry favor with others, it is another matter for others to come to him on his own initiative. Keeping others from a thousand miles away will only be his own loss.
The old fox nobleman was not at all. He sat down and introduced himself: "My name is Morrison, I am a little Count! This old lion is Eisenhouse. Yes, the title is a little higher than mine."
Little Earl! Leon couldn't help but smile. The casually sitting in front of him was an earl and a marquis. If the earl was small, then his baron would be insignificant.
Don't take it as a lot of nobles in the city of Tormond, but most of them are little nobles like Lords and Barons, and there are definitely not many big nobles above the Viscount.
"Hello, two, I am the Baron Reion from Sal, Grey." Reion smiled and bowed, neither humble nor arrogant.
"Salling!" The old fox's eyes lit up suddenly. He pointed to the cigar that Rean had placed on the fire box and asked, "Is this cigar produced in your territory?"
The word cigar is not a noun in this world, but Leon's "invention", so he immediately understood: "Yes! Earl Morrison, do you like it too?"
"Of course, I'm simply addicted. I feel so weak when I don't twitch my mouth for a day!" The old fox smacked his lips hard: "But the number is too small. I finally got a box and it was finished in just a few days!"
The Marquis Eisenhouse, who was sitting aside, snorted coldly, as if very dissatisfied.
The old fox smiled and said, "What are you anxious about? Didn't you just ask for a few pieces? Is it worth these cigars for so many years?"
"Look, haven't I found the lord of Thrall? With him here, I'm afraid I'll get some scum?"
It actually came for a cigar! Leon suddenly realized.
Cigarettes are a source of wealth opened by Leon for Saar. However, the territory has just emerged, and it takes a relatively long process from tobacco leaf planting to fermentation and baking, so it is impossible to start mass production immediately.
In order to win over the mercenary union, Leon handed over the exclusive agency rights of the southwestern province of cigars to Batlimi. He had just tried several boxes a while ago, and Batlimi took them all and said that he wanted to see the customer's reaction first.
There is no doubt that Bartlimi's early trial sales achieved great success, and all the great nobles of Tormond fell in love with it.
"I didn't bring much to Tormond City this time..." Leon smiled and said, "If you like it, I will wait for the new cigars to be made after I go back and send someone to give you a box!"
As he said that, he took out his cigar box from his arms: "I'm all here with me!"
"That's so thankful!" The old fox grabbed the cigar box with a smile, looking afraid that Leon would regret it.
The Marquis of Eisenhouse couldn't help but cough a few times, moved away from the old fox, and looked as if he was embarrassed by his companion's behavior.
"By the way, young man..." The old fox asked indifferently, "I saw you just saw you dipped in wine and roasted it on fire before you smoked a cigar? Why is that?"
"This is some necessary steps to smoke cigars..." Leon explained with a smile: "It can make the cigars more fragrant, I'll demonstrate it to you."
He pulled out a cigar from the box, polished the fire box and made it again according to the original steps, lit the cigarette butt, and handed it to the Marquis of Eisenhaus in both hands.
The old fox looked embarrassed.
"Well, you guy is pretty good!"
The old lion showed a rare smile on his face, reached out to take the cigar, took a sip, and was moved: "It's true that it's different, the taste is much better!"
His praise made the old fox feel so itchy that he didn't wait for Leon to do it himself. Anyway, these steps are very simple.
With a box of cigars, Leon actually met an earl and a marquis!
While he was smoking and drinking with two old nobles, a middle-aged man with a blue face sat upright behind the desk in an old house two blocks away, and was extinguishing the cigar butt he had just finished smoking.
The room was filled with smoke and the smell of smoke was choking.
Bang!
A fist with a raised vein hit Zhuo's house hard, stirring up countless tiny ashes flying, and the corners of the middle-aged man's mouth slightly ***ed.
"Why haven't you taken action yet? You want to give me an explanation. I spent 50,000 gold coins, but I'm not going to sit here and wait for news!"
The Knights of Desell Colinworth Wolf, the first heir to the Collinworth, was like a wolf falling into a trap, his eyes were covered with blood and full of ferocious expressions.
Four days ago, he rushed to Tormond City in front of Leon and immediately set up a killing game against Leon, hiring a team of dark mercenaries at all costs, intending to make Leon never return to Thal.
Everything went smoothly at the beginning, but Deser, who was waiting for Leon to die, waited for news of the assassination failure. The dark mercenaries not only failed to kill Leon, but instead lost three people.
The assassin died and Desert didn't care at all, but the other two mercenaries disappeared after the mission failed. The 50,000 gold coins he paid in advance was equivalent to being wasted!
This made Deser completely unacceptable. It didn't matter if he could kill Leon even if he spent all his money, but Leon is still lively now.
So he had to find a broker who acted as an intermediary and asked the other party to give an explanation.
After the assassination failed, the broker disappeared immediately. Desert took a lot of effort to find the other party's new place.
He clearly remembered that when the other party was collecting money, he patted his chest to ensure that Leon would not see the sun tomorrow.
The Wolf Knight felt that he was being fooled, so he was very angry!
"There is only all I can do. I will send out the news to find someone for you..." The middle-aged man spread his hands and said, "I didn't expect that they actually chose to do something at the Twilight Hotel. How could Marquis Nicholas be easy to mess with?"
"They got into big trouble, and even I had to give up my original business to avoid the limelight. Speaking of which, I suffered even greater losses, Mr. Deco!"
Deco is Deser's pseudonym, and he is not so stupid as to hire a killer with his true identity.
"Then I can't control it, I just know that you have collected my money!" Deser growled: "If you can't do it, then refund the money!"
"Refund the money? That's impossible!" The middle-aged man flatly refused, his eyes full of coldness: "I have paid all the money to the other party."
Bang!
A dagger was inserted hard in front of the middle-aged man, and the sharp dagger flashed with a cold light.
"Impossible?" Deser stared at the other party: "Then take your own money!"
Fifty thousand gold coins were almost half a year's income. He lost such a large amount of money after he failed to do it. How did he explain to his father after he went back?
Desert would definitely not be able to swallow this.
"Then I can't do anything..." The middle-aged man pulled a sarcastic smile on his lips: "Mr. Deco, do you know why you can find me?"
A black figure appeared silently behind Deser. The wolf knight instinctively felt something was wrong and immediately wanted to attack.
But a tiny metal wire instantly wrapped around his neck, tightening and tying his throat!
Deser's eyes suddenly bulged, and he tried his best to get rid of it, his throat chuckled.
But the wire tightened and tighter, and at the same time, a cold palm pressed on his eyebrows, and a powerful force surged into the soul core!
Desel was not much better than ordinary people after losing his soul power. The metal wire broke his skin, and the red blood kept flowing out.
Looking at the wolf knight struggling in despair, the middle-aged man said lightly: "Actually, I want your life too. Only when you die can I be completely safe."
He smiled and ordered a new cigar.
In the midst of the smoke, Deser gradually stopped struggling.
Chapter completed!