Chapter 90 (2/2)

It's a good knife. It's absolutely a good knife. Lieutenant Ferguson dares to use his own head to guarantee that. At least he had never seen such a good knife! This is a sword that every soldier wants to have.

So, Lieutenant Ferguson believes that the guardian is definitely a very, very talented barbarian - oh no, a man with such outstanding talent should not be called a barbarian. He is a guardian, guarding his tribe and the not so good looking priestess

Lieutenant Ferguson is willing to bet that an outstanding figure like the guardian, even if he is from a barbarian tribe in the new world, if he stands in front of the great king of the British Empire, he will be 100 times better than those aristocrats who know how to brag and flatter!

It's just that you are so talented, but why do you say those words to lure us? We are just a little second lieutenant, not to mention in England. Even in Jamestown, there are dozens of second lieutenant officers.

Lieutenant Ferguson, who fled back to his cabin from the hut where the guardian lived, really didn't understand why the guardian said so many touching words?

Second lieutenant Ferguson knows his identity very well. As a second lieutenant officer in the Royal Army of the British Empire, although his official position is not high and his power is not great, he swore to the national flag that he would be loyal to his Majesty the king all his life.

But why did the guardian's words make his mind almost unable to defend?

”It's not easy to get rich. Follow me! I don't want to blow it to you. You just follow me wholeheartedly. I promise you will make a net profit of more than 10000 pounds a year. What major hank is doing now is nothing but refined salt? Patrick, if you follow me, I will give you how to make refined salt immediately. In addition, I will give you how to make new high-strength steel and how to make more powerful gunpowder. These things are nothing to me at all, but as long as you master any of them, I promise you will become the richest man in Britain in three years! Let alone brother, there are more powerful commercial means here... ”

People die for money, birds die for food, money and silk move people!

Second lieutenant Ferguson admits he is a bit moved by the promise of becoming Britain's richest man.

”What? You like guns? Tut Tut, look at the broken gun in your hand. You can't even hit the target at a distance of 100 meters. What do you want with this broken gun? As long as you are willing to follow me, I can instruct you to make new rifles with longer range and faster loading speed. Even more powerful rifles, I can show you... ”

For young lieutenant Ferguson, the alluring power of the new rifle is more attractive than money

”Hey, you don't even have a girlfriend? Tut Tut, such a handsome young man with blonde hair and a second lieutenant officer, has no girlfriend? It's really unreasonable. Well, as long as you are willing to follow me, I guarantee you have all kinds of girlfriends. Fat, thin, tall, short, blonde, chestnut, pure, mature... As long as you want, I guarantee there are a lot of women to follow you! How about you follow me... ”

If it wasn't for the fact that lieutenant Ferguson kept in mind the oath he had made when he joined the army, he might have succumbed to these words full of temptation and perplexity.

Second lieutenant Ferguson, who fled to his cabin in confusion, could still clearly see his heart beating fast, and what the guardian said would never go away

”He's really a devil...” lying on the wooden bed, Second Lieutenant Ferguson looked at the roof, murmuring in his heart.

PS: bow and thank you for the 100 reward of ”the earth is made by me”.