Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 564 Infiltrating the Noroy Chamber of Commerce

Down Young Mystil, Noroy Chamber.

As Baron Etienne Kaleva said, as a branch of the largest chamber of commerce in the North Alliance, the "South Ralo" chamber of commerce, the Noroy chamber of commerce quickly snatched away what originally belonged to the Mir chamber of commerce after moving into Mystil Territory in recent years. market.

The shops in the villages and towns around Mystil in Lower Yang belong to the Noroy Chamber of Commerce. When the carriages of the Mill Chamber of Commerce pass by these shops, people can often hear people's praises for the Noroy Chamber of Commerce.

Cyril even heard the remark that "it is because of the Noroy Chamber of Commerce that we can enjoy such affordable commodities".

"Boost."

Mia saw his displeasure when he urged the knights. When Cyril returned to the carriage, the mage lady looked at Cyril, gave up half of the chair, and patted the seat with her palm, signaling him Sit over.

"Mr. Iger, do you have any troubles? Come sit down."

Cyril froze for a moment: "Is it obvious for me?"

"It's almost written on the face." Mia smiled, "Later, let's put on makeup first, and I'll apply a water mirror illusion, otherwise, anyone who sees the look of bitterness and hatred will know that there is no good intention .”

Cyril hesitated for a moment, but sat next to Mia.The mage lady raised her hands and scraped the corners of his eyes with her fingers, which were slightly moist and soothed his spirit.

"If you feel guilty because you promised Baron Kaleva to destroy this chamber of commerce, it's too late to explain to Baron Kaleva now." Mia said softly, cleansing Cyril's face, and then took the ring from her wrist. He took out the tools for makeup, "Have I started?"

"Make it older, it's better to turn into a middle-aged person." Cyril leaned back on the back of the chair, allowing Miss Mage to do something to his face, "How should I put it... I can only think of temporary countermeasures , but can’t think of a long-term solution.”

"What do you mean? The Chamber of Commerce? The Northern Alliance? Or the South?" Mia asked with great interest, her movements were very gentle.

"It's all." Cyril was turned to the side by Mia, feeling layers of powder puffed on the side of his face, "The southern nobles control the military, politics and commerce in the south. Although they have a strong control over the south, but If the southern nobles are uprooted, replaced with a ruler, and a group of administrators are re-promoted, the south can still return to the jurisdiction of Solconan."

"But if it's an example like the Noroy Chamber of Commerce..." His face was turned to the direction of the car window again, and he pouted his mouth, just in time to see a sign at the entrance of a shop in the small town, saying thank you Noroy Roy Chamber remarks.

"Let the public think that all the benefits they get come from the chamber of commerce, and gradually develop a sense of dependence."

"It's just that the Chamber of Commerce is okay. If the Chamber of Commerce introduces another character and establishes a religion, then the people feel that all the blessings they receive come from this religion."

While he was speaking, Mia pressed both hands on his cheeks, a faint magic power was flowing on his face, and when he opened his eyes again, Miss Mage had already placed the mirror in front of him.

The faint water mist is gradually sticking to his face, blending with Mia's previous makeup, a middle-aged face with vicissitudes in the eyebrows and eyes, but still handsome appears in the mirror.

"This...Leonardo?" Cyril glanced at his face and couldn't help laughing - although the facial features were not the same, the feeling of vicissitudes was similar to that of Leonardo who was far away in Siliki It's almost the same.

"After all, I can't accept putting on Mr. Wei's ugly makeup, so I can only use Leonardo as a template." Mia said with a grin, and then patted Cyril's cheeks with her two small hands: "Keep up! Come on, Mr. Wei, if Captain Christine sees you hesitate, he will laugh at you."

Cyril took a deep breath, watching the change of the scenery outside the window, the city wall of Lower Yang Mystil had come into sight.

Indeed, why think so much?This country is not inherited by him. How to govern the south depends on Anastasia Herman's handwriting.

He helped the belt around his waist. In order to conform to his identity, all the weapons had been included in the space bracelet.

Then, the carriage drove into Lower Yang Mystil.

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Jonathan Herbert, the vice president of the Noroy Chamber of Commerce, waited for the caravan from the Mill Chamber of Commerce on the appointed date as usual.

He looked anxiously at the falling sunset. The caravan of the Mill Chamber of Commerce arrived very late this time, and he has a sacred meeting soon. If it delays...

Blame that damned Etienne Kaleva, procrastinating, unwilling to cooperate with a little shit... The boss is really, since he wants it, he just grabs it and it's over, just a small town with poor collars The city lord, a down-and-out nobleman, who cares?
"Here we come, Vice President, the caravan of the Mill Chamber of Commerce is here." The people around him shouted at this time, and Jonathan Herbert was refreshed, and the sound of wheels rolling could be heard from the street.

Long caravans flooded the streets, each wagon drawn by six horses.The guards next to the caravan are all energetic and capable, which is completely inconsistent with the guard temperament of the Mill Chamber of Commerce in Jonathan's impression.

He was a little puzzled, the carriage in the caravan center had already stopped at the entrance of the chamber of commerce.Jonathan was about to step forward to ask questions, but the carriage door opened first.

From the carriage, a black-haired middle-aged man with a handsome face and vicissitudes of life came out of his brows.He raised his head slightly, and glanced at Jonathan Herbert through the bangs of hair that almost covered his eyes.

"Are you in charge of the Noroy Chamber of Commerce?"

The slightly hoarse voice made Jonathan tremble all over. He shook the flesh on his face and snorted, "Who are you? I don't remember that the Mill Chamber of Commerce has you like you..."

"The Mill Chamber of Commerce is in the past tense. We will take over all the shops and trade routes of the Mill Chamber of Commerce." The man walked up the steps and stretched out his hand from under the leather jacket, "Kinnazer, Thad Shelberville, Golden Apple Chamber of Commerce, Marinette Iger."

"What do you mean?" Jonathan Herbert looked at the hand that was offered to him, and frowned, "You took over the Mill Chamber of Commerce?"

"That's right." Marinette Iger held out his chest proudly, "And we think that the strategy of the Mill Chamber of Commerce in the past few years is so stupid that it actually gave up the resources of the Noroy Chamber of Commerce with the support of the North Alliance."

He passed his hand forward again, the bracelet on his arm flashed, and a leather bag fell on his hand: "And we will not give up such an excellent partner—of course, the premise is that your company has Ability to pass our screening."

Jonathan stared at the hand, which shook intentionally or unintentionally, and there was a clanging sound in the leather bag.

Gentry's voice.

There must be at least fifty pieces in such a heavy bag?

Jonathan Herbert's eyes lit up, and a smile immediately appeared on his face. He took the leather bag and shook hands with Marinette Iger. He said loudly: "Indeed, the Mill Chamber of Commerce is so stupid. Don't worry, I will Prove to Your Excellency Iger that your choice and the vision of your chamber of commerce are correct."

He then withdrew his hand and said with a smile: "It's just this kind of thing, I need to ask the president for instructions, can you wait a moment?"

"No problem, everything is for win-win cooperation." Marinette smiled heartily.

"Please come inside, please come inside!" Jonathan Herbert stretched out his hand and invited Marinette into the chamber of commerce, and at the same time he did not forget to yell at the guards on the side: "You guys, get all the goods out of the car, move!" Quickly!"

Marinette smiled and followed Jonathan into the chamber of commerce.

The magnificent hall was empty, with no waiters or idlers.The red carpet stretches from the door to the end of the hall, where the steps are piled up, and a five-meter-high white jade statue is placed, giving people a sense of being in a church.

"Please wait here for a while." Jonathan Herbert hurried to the side room, letting the middle-aged wealthy businessman wander in the hall of the chamber of commerce.

Marinette looked back at the door of the chamber of commerce for the last time. Under the steps, people from the Noroy chamber of commerce were about to unload the goods on the car, while the guards beside the car had already stepped forward, eager to help appearance.

He shook his head slightly, reaching out to close the door.The blue wind quietly circulated around the door, swallowing all the sounds from outside.

Then he raised his head and looked at the five-meter-high white jade statue.

The stone statue is different from any standing statue of a god he has ever known. It is not the kind of posture waiting for people to come to worship and salute. The front and rear feet are slightly spread apart, and both hands are raised, as if holding something.

This is a fighting stance.

"So it was already planned in 1441?" He whispered, "It seems that I came just in time."

He was about to step forward to look at the name on the nameplate under the stone statue, but the door to the room beside him was already open.Jonathan Herbert pushed open the door and walked towards him quickly, with a sickly smile on his face, he said enthusiastically: "Your Excellency Iger, the president is very pleased with your arrival, please be sure to participate in our in meeting."

"Your meeting?" Marinette stood where he was, and also smiled back. "I am an outsider participating in the internal meeting of the Noroy Chamber of Commerce, isn't it?"

"Where, where, if you participated in the meeting, you are one of us... No, I mean, if you participated in the meeting, you are all partners. What's so clear about it?"

"If that's the case, then I'll be disrespectful." Marinette said, following Jonathan's pace.

The door of the conference room was made of a black material he didn't know, and it had a strange smell of smoked, and it was impossible to tell whether it was fragrant or stinky for a while.He looked in through the half-open door, the room was dimly lit, and the lights were not turned on a few times, and the red light constantly shining in the corner of the room could be vaguely seen——

"Come on, come in, our directors welcome you..."

The weird smile on Jonathan's face got bigger and bigger, he didn't realize that the middle-aged man in front of him had the same weird smile, and walked straight into the door.

Marinette followed him in, and just as he stepped through the door, he felt a "buzz" in his ears, and the surrounding temperature dropped a few degrees.

There is a long conference table in the room, and Jonathan has already sat down on one side of the table.The moment he came in, the dozen or so people around the table all looked at him. In the dim light, the eyes of those people all lit up with strange lights, green and glistening, like ghost lights floating in the night.

And at the top of the long table was an exceptionally tall figure. He stood up, and his deep voice rumbled, echoing throughout the room:

"I'm Elvis Tate, the president of the Noroy Chamber of Commerce, His Excellency Marinette Iger, welcome to our meeting, and I promise you will enjoy yourself here—"

"President Tate, it's an honor to meet you." Marinette looked at the fleshy face with a smile on his face, "It's also an honor to be able to participate in your sacred meeting."

No one noticed his words. Jonathan had already beckoned him to sit down. Before Marinette sat down, President Tate said:
"Your Excellency Iger is from Jinnadze? Excuse me, Jinnadze belongs directly to Solkonan, why would you be interested in participating in the business in the south?"

"President Tate, the resources that Solconan can give are limited after all. The Pan-Solconan Chamber of Commerce community eats up the interests of the big heads, and the soup left for us is really not enough... I think the South can Great surprise for us." Marinette sat with her hands spread out on the table, as if she was in her own home.

If the sound of grinding teeth or saliva is thrown away, maybe this scene is indeed no different from a family meeting?
He glanced around, those green eyes fixed on him, reminiscent of the wild dogs in the cemetery, following the mourners, and rushing up when the coffin is buried, planing the lid and tearing the corpses inside .

Is the Noroy religion so bloody and violent?Under the influence of Adonis, shouldn't they dress up as knights?
He was a little puzzled, but the smile on his face was still there, and he had a smooth conversation with Elvis Tate.

"Kinnaze's inland aquatic products have a big market in Solconan, and I think they should be popular in the south. We have stable mineral channels, and at the same time, Ginaze's grain production is extremely high..."

He smoothly explained the benefits of being with the "Golden Apple Chamber of Commerce" - all of which were true, except that there was actually such a chamber of commerce in Sud Shelberville in Kinnadze.

Because this is not a real chamber of commerce, but a chamber of commerce formed by players in another time and space.

Marinette Iger—no, Cyril Adrian, just surrounded by wolves, looked directly at Elvis Tate, whose face became more and more gloomy and whose smile became more and more strange.

"Then what can the Noroy Chamber of Commerce bring us? Apart from the right of way in Mystil Territory." He smiled and leaned back on the back of the seat, tapping the table with his fingers lightly.

"I hope to get more, what I need is the huge market of the North Alliance—"

And Elvis Tate in front of him, no, everyone at the table stood up at this moment.

"Of course, as I said, it will give you a supreme experience."

"Honor Marinette Iger—"

Tate's voice couldn't suppress his excitement. When the last sound fell, Jonathan Herbert beside Cyril let out a strange cry.

Then, he rushed towards Cyril.

(End of this chapter)