Chapter 21 (1/2)

It twisted the beard and made it look bigger and bigger. Hessen hummed a light tune and walked into the magnificent city hall of port Tulun with the steady pace that the noble master should have.

A dozen guards, four of them, followed Hessen. The others, surrounded by carriages, went around the town hall building and went to the parking lot behind.

Along the way, many people bowed to Hessen.

Ordinary employees of the city hall, small officials of various departments, small businessmen, boat owners, small nobles who come to work in the city hall, as well as small financial owners who deal with wine, olive oil, fruit and vegetables around port Tulun.

No one dares to neglect Hessen.

Good morning, Lord Vito

”You look great today, Lord Vito!”

”One day, my Lord.”

Hessen nodded respectfully to these courteous people. The rittuses have a deep foundation in port Tulun. Many of them are closely related to the ritters.

Walking through the spacious hall on the first floor of the city hall and going up the stairs to the sixth floor of the city hall, a thin and middle-aged man is standing at the entrance of the stairs, frowning and smoking the pungent mixture of tobacco.

Behind the skinny man, at the end of a spacious corridor, the half open door is full of noise. You can hear the angry roar of some people, and some people are patting the table.

”Hessen.” The skinny man raised his hand to Hessen.

”Modle.” Hessen picked his beard in surprise: ”is the Great MU lost today? Did he rise from the West today? My dear Lord wells, don't you have to wait for all of us to get together before you can show your status? ”

Hessen walked up to the skinny man modle, reached out, made a gesture on his chest, and grinned.

The position of his stroke was just as high as modle's.

Modle is a typical native of port Tulun. He is only a little more than five feet and five inches tall. Standing beside Hessen, he looks short and shriveled. It is undoubtedly a kind of malicious provocation for Hessen to act like this.

Behind modle, several men were sitting lazily on the rest chair against the wall. Seeing Hessen's action like a awakened cheetah, they tensed up and took two steps towards this side.

The men were riding boots, brown canvas hunting pants, long sleeve white cotton shirts, and black and yellow leather waistcoats. Each of them wore a colorful ancient color, which was exquisite and gorgeous for some years. It was inlaid with various pearls, precious stones and a large belt with gold and silver inlaid.

This is a typical Casilla style, and the Garcia people are synonymous with the local forces in port Tulun.

The four guards behind Hessen quickly crossed Hessen. They grinned and opened their coats, revealing the guns and swords hanging around their waists.

The two sides did not say a word, but the atmosphere became extremely tense, and there was a big disagreement between the two sides.

Both Hessen and modle did not restrain themselves. The two families fought in public and fought in private, which lasted for many years. The size of the witus family today is bite by bite from the local forces led by the wells family.

There is a deep blood hatred between the two sides, there is no need to hypocritical etiquette.

Modle was smoking a cigarette with a certain proportion of tobacco, rosemary and betel nut leaves. It stimulated, refreshed and was said to be able to expel parasites from the body. This is a tradition of the jiaxijia people.

It's just that the taste of this mixed tobacco is extremely bad, and no one can stand it except the real old Garcia people.

Hessen took out a big cigar and put it in his mouth. He put his head in front of modle: ”make a fire, so you are here to wait for me today. Let's talk about it. Maybe it can be done. Who knows? ”

Modle slightly stood on tiptoe and took a few hard puffs. The cigarette in his mouth suddenly lit up. Hessen's cigar reached the end of the cigarette. Hessen also took a few puffs and lit his cigar.

This is a tacit understanding, which means that Hessen is willing to give modle the face. He is willing to waste some time to listen to what the old opponent wants to say.

There is no doubt that the wits and the wells are enemies, but they are both members of the port Toulon seven member committee. Sometimes, Hessen and modle will inevitably work together to do something.

For example, they jointly put some ”cross river strong dragons” who do not know the height of the land and want to share a cup of profits from the port of Tulun into beer barrels, inject enough volcanic cement into them, and then throw them into the deep sea outside the port of Tulun.

There is no lack of precedent for such cooperation.