Chapter 52 (2/2)

This makes the sly fox, who is full of words, feel depressed and crazy. If he doesn't even have a chance to speak, how can he become a VIP of the Duke's palace and become a Bachelor of Manyu's army leader?

Is he a little late, the Duke of Borg has got the latest news of Bastille? Or did the old fox lose interest in Bastille?

After three days in Bastille, a lot of Bastille soldiers escaped, but they were all big soldiers. Whether they could find the leader or not was a problem. Let alone go to solo to report the reward.

What's more, many mountain Hunter chased out of Bastille. On the way to lead the capital, he met several groups of soldiers. There were not a few of Bastille soldiers lying dead on the roadside. Even if the news he brought was not first-hand, it was absolutely the most comprehensive.

As for Borg's loss of interest in Bastille, it is even more impossible. If the city wants to maintain its current prosperity, the continuous transportation of mountain slaves from Bastille is an indispensable part. Once the supply of goods is cut off, the slave industry in Soro city will be seriously affected.

In a short time, the fighting industry has little impact, but in the long run, it will also be affected. Moreover, Bastille itself is a famous cash cow. Unless Borg becomes a complete old fool, he will never give up here.

”Sir clester, sir clester, please wait.” A young waiter ran after him.

Did the Duke of Borg suddenly think of it? The spirit of the fox kleister is a vibration, but there is a perfect reserve on his face, ”are you?”

The young waiter made an impeccable courtesy, showed the style of the Duchess house without doubt, and said with a smile, ”I am just an ordinary waiter in the Duchess' house, and my name is not worth the Jazz's trouble to remember. I just invited my Lord to move to the side hall for a talk. My host has heard of SIR for a long time, and I believe there are many common topics.”

”What is your master?”

”Baron patream.”

”Please thank the Baron for your invitation, but I have an important task to do now, and I can't separate myself. I will visit you in person when I come back. I hope your Baron will not turn me away.”

The fox cleister showed a perfect and impeccable smile, not to mention the second successor of the Phelan family. Even if it was Philip, the first successor, he would immediately refuse.

This kind of family dispute is not something he can participate in. What's more, Duke Borg has a ruddy complexion and a long breath. Apart from being too fat, he has no problems. He can live for ten or eight years without any problem. Holding this thick thigh is the most important thing at present.

With that, clester the fox didn't give the young waiter a chance to speak again. He left the Duchess house quickly. Even many regular Knights couldn't reach the speed.

When the light waiter brought the news back, the angry, gloomy young man, who was 50-60% similar to Bartley, smashed his beloved coffee cup on the spot.

”What is he? I dare to refuse my Lord's invitation. Believe it or not, I won't let him see the sun tomorrow

”Master, don't be angry.” The young waiter was obviously not as modest as he was, but as an ordinary waiter, at least not in front of Baron patream, the second in line successor of the Phelan family. ”It is because of this that this man deserves the master's efforts to make friends.”

”What do you say?”

”If the other party comes along rashly, it means that the other party is just a countryman with no political vision. Besides the news, he has no use at all.”

The young waiter was more like a wise man who had read the classics than a servant who could not read a large character.

”Judging from the reaction of the other party, he knows the name of the master and the meaning behind it. He is afraid of being involved in the affairs of the Duke family, thus affecting his official career. This is the performance of a wise man.”

”You mean, sir, I'm a big trouble?” Patriam, a little embarrassed, glared at the young waiter, and I wanted you to look good if you didn't give me a perfect explanation.

The young waiter spread out his hands and said, ”the dispute over the successor of a military leader, not to mention the ordinary people, even for those lords and nobles, is also a big trouble. Especially the master is the second in line successor. There is a brother who is as dazzling as the morning sun, and he will not be looked upon by others. It is normal that he will not be looked upon by others.”

”Even you said that.” Patriam, like a deflated ball, slumped on his chair, waving his hand and said, ”in this case, let's not argue. Clean up and go back to that desolate territory with only a few thousand savages tomorrow.”

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