Chapter 149 - Chapter 149: Chapter 143: Framing and the "Butler" Consecution (Vote for Monthly Ticket!) (2/2)
“Madam Irene, I am grateful for your continued help to the Shelby family, and thank you for your kindness!”
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“Open the boxes! Inspect the cargo!”
In Fein City, a shipment from Nasir Town had been intercepted all night.
The Tempest Church and Salvation Church had formed a joint inspection team. They had solid and reliable intelligence indicating that this shipment contained heretical items needed by members of the Stars Embrace Order!
The merchant Colin’s expression was ugly as he said coldly, “Have you gone mad? This shipment belongs to the Fischer family. Don’t you know our relationship with the Lions?”
The expressionless inspection team captain said without any compassion, “So what if you are dogs of those Lions? We are the church’s people! We are not afraid of them at all!”
Colin continued coldly, “Very well, you’re the church’s people, but are you not afraid of Priest Zayne’s fury?”
Upon hearing the name of Zayne, the captain of the inspection team suddenly became furious and shouted,
“Get out of the way! We must inspect this shipment. You lot have delayed the inspection long enough! Move aside now, or we’ll take you all away!”
Colin could only silently step aside, as the inspection team captain revealed a smile.
However, after inspecting for a long time, scrutinizing every item closely, they found nothing amiss.
Not to mention contraband, the Fischer family hadn’t even failed to pay a penny of taxes over the years.
Looking at the disarrayed goods, Colin couldn’t help but sigh,
“Sigh, you’re really accusing the wrong people. Who in the world could be cleaner than the Fischer family?”
The face of the inspection team captain turned red with anger, like someone forced to swallow excrement, so furious that he couldn’t speak.
At this moment, one of his subordinates ran over to report.
“Something’s wrong, Captain. It seems the intelligence was inaccurate. It’s not the Fischer family’s fault. Instead, we found contraband in the goods belonging to the Arwen family!”
The Arwen family, like the Fischer family, was famous on the East Coast for manufacturing medicines.
However, their insistence on an outdated handmade workshop industry was far inferior to that of the modern-day Fischer family.
The inspection team captain was furious, bellowing, “What the hell is going on! Why is the intelligence inaccurate, damn it!”
Colin smiled and bowed slightly, saying cheerfully,
“Sorry about that, but we will definitely contact Priest Zayne, and by then, you must give an explanation to the Fischer family!”
The inspection team captain looked embarrassed and his hands trembled slightly, but he still didn’t want to concede and could only snort coldly as he led his team away.
Black Mountain Town, the racetrack.
Byrne, dressed in splendid black clothes, sat calmly in the VIP area, flanked by two young personal servants who were orphan brothers from the Daybreak Orphanage.
His demeanor was steady, his beard slightly grown in, making him look more mature and rational than before, and his deepest gaze held aggressiveness.
After attending a banquet hosted by the Arwen family, Byrne had accepted Baron Adrian Arwen’s invitation to come to the racetrack to watch the newest Shield Cup race and to participate in exciting horse betting.
“Start!”
The horses began to run, and the crowd cheered wildly!
A pure white dove flew in from the sky!
It had soared high above, then descended gradually, weaving freely among the many racehorses, zigzagging before swiftly gliding past the lead horse and soaring back into the sky.
Byrne raised his hand, and the obedient dove gently landed on his pale hand. He took a piece of paper from the pigeon’s claws, seemingly blank but actually containing neat writing by Vanessa, which would become visible when heated.
“It’s the Arwen family.”
The man was expressionless as the paper was ignited by a flame, the ashes scattering in the wind.
He stood up, gazing at the racetrack, nodding calmly, then turned to leave,
“We won.”
The horse betting was over, and the horse the Fischer family had bet on won first place.
Byrne left the VIP room with composure, only to see Baron Adrian Arwen coming out of another room, walking over with a smile.
His clothes were luxurious, his temples gray but his skin very delicate—a middle-aged man who took great care of himself, laughing as he stretched out his hands towards Byrne.
“Hahaha, I heard you won while I lost badly, Your Excellency Byrne! Now I might have to borrow money from you!”
The two men laughed as they embraced.
Byrne’s face was full of smiles as if embracing an old friend, with no trace of dissatisfaction.
Adrian sighed and said, “His Excellency Byrne Fischer, you are indeed lucky. It’s your first time at horse betting and you already won! Maybe it’s true what they say, that newcomers are always lucky.”
Byrne smiled and nodded calmly, his tone light as he said, “Perhaps, but it may be more than just luck.”
“It might be that the deities are protecting the destiny of the Fischer family.”