Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 585 Drake's Secret
The short meeting didn't last long because they didn't have much to talk about in New Orville.

Describing the food style of Xinaowei Port is obviously not something that should be discussed at the meeting, and the special task chain cannot be introduced to you at the meeting.And the two New Aowei Hong Kong people are not high-ranking figures, and they can't utter a few words.

A sailor who has drifted at sea for more than ten years, and an ascetic monk who honed himself in the sea every day may have their own stories, but Cyril has no right to let them tell their secrets.

In contrast, Neil Alden's story may help them understand the things in Port New Orway, but the ascetic is a dead-headed man, he just bowed his head and said indifferently, everything is his fault, and there is no more explain.

Therefore, the main purpose of the short meeting is to bring the new captain to be familiar with everyone.

After the meeting, as soon as Cyril stepped out of the door, Connor Drake chased him out and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Iger...no, Adrian...no, Lord Earl?"

"Call it whatever you want."

Connor Drake already knew the true identity of this young man who called himself Marinette Iger, and he was stunned by the youngest earl in the Kingdom of Light, not to mention the fact that "Miss Solconan the most wanted to marry" Object", "Personal Disciple of the Chief Female Knight", "Only Designated by Her Highness the Princess" and other special titles...

The introduction by Sugar Winkler doubled Connor Drake’s impression of La Rochelle—it never occurred to him that La Rochelle was such a luxurious country, and he spent so much time in it .

Of course, Cyril doesn't know how to read minds, so he can't see what Captain Drake is thinking under that weird expression.

"Then... the Earl, didn't you say before, give me a budget of one hundred Gentry, plus fifteen Gentry's commission?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"I wonder if the fifteen Gentry commission can be transferred to me first, I need it urgently..." Derek said with his head slightly raised while avoiding the boy's inquiry.

"Of course." Cyril said, then took out the money bag from the bracelet, pointed out Gentry, and handed it to Drake.

The weight of the golden Terry is not light, and the weight of fifteen stacked together makes people's hands sink. Drake was about to thank him, but he heard Cyril say jokingly:

"You have to save some money. Recently, I heard that the output of gold mines in the west is difficult. The price of Gentry has risen sharply, almost [-] times. After finishing my order, I don't guarantee that you can still There is such a fat job to take."

"If it's just for ordinary food, I will reimburse you here, and you don't need to use your own small coffers. If you want to modify the Napoleon, of course I will pay for it." Cyril looked at him with pity,
"You're middle-aged, you have to be responsible for yourself. After finishing this business, go to Angels to buy a suite. The house prices there are also quite expensive. And you're not married yet, right?"

"This, this, Lord Earl, haha, I'm going first..."

Seeing Connor Drake running away, there was no smile on Cyril's face.

Behind him, Sugar Winkler just walked out of the conference room at this moment, and seeing Connor running away, he couldn't help but ask, "What happened?"

"He advanced the commission to me, fifteen Gentry." Cyril replied.

"So?" Sugel whistled, "Could it be that the youngest Earl of La Rochelle is merciful and plans to give a little more salary to the poor mage who has left his hometown?"

"Do you have a girl you like?" Cyril squinted at him, "Silici has already arranged a house for you. If you can get married in Siliki within three days, I will double your salary."

"No need, no need." Su Geer shook his head instead, "I still have to spend my time studying infinite spells."

His expression also became serious: "Seriously, why did he suddenly ask for that high salary? I have already given him the petty activity funds."

"Have you given him? How much?"

"Two Gentry."

"I don't see that you can save money." Cyril shook his head and said, "Do you remember when we were in the Lighthouse Tavern?"

"of course."

"That young man who doesn't look like a good person, do you remember?"

"of course."

"He talked a lot with Captain Drake while we were ordering, and I think they were old times—certainly not friends."

"Not a friend? Could it be that he is still a creditor?"

"Maybe it is?" Cyril said, stretched out his hand, spread out a piece of parchment, and handed it to Su Geer.

"What is this?" Sugar looked down, "Barry Robert, a member of Robert's family in Port Raab, is in the usury business..."

"A usury?" Su Geer narrowed his eyes slightly. "It seems that our Captain Drake still owes a lot of money? Fifteen Gentry is not a small amount."

"Maybe it's not enough." Cyril put away the parchment, and then put his hand on the hilt of the sword unconsciously.

This action was caught by Su Geer, and he frowned, "Hey, he's just a usurer. Although it's quite hateful, you won't threaten people with a sword again, right?"

"Of course not." Cyril gave him a surprised look, "Robert's family is a noble family."

"Is their family a nobleman?"

"Well, the baron with the highest title is Balk Robert. Their family's main business is maritime transportation, and a considerable part of the ships in the port are related to them. I heard that they are also doing some dirty work at sea." Cyril He talked eloquently.

"Crosstalk?"

"Pretending to be pirates, attacking merchant ships, and smuggling some contraband." Cyril said while shaking his head, "Anyway, they are all unclean things. Of course, there must be a shadow of the Northern Alliance behind them."

Similar situations like this actually exist in various port areas, and in other places, organizations similar to "port gangs" will be derived.

But the south of La Rochelle is different.

Because they have the "North Alliance".

The Northern League is like a tentacle monster, stretching its tentacles into all the holes it can enter, and taking root deep in them.What makes money, what makes money, this huge community of interests takes all of these into its own control, and has absolute dominance.

The more I understand, the more frightened I am at the extent of the Northern Alliance's control over the South.

"All in all, this Robert family is not a good stubble."

Although professional-level mages are very talented, but limited by their age, their travel knowledge is almost zero, and they have no understanding of these unheard of things. At this time, they can only listen to Cyril's long speech, and then let out a sigh.

And Cyril said quietly at this time: "So I don't think our captain will be able to escape from his creditors smoothly."

"Then what shall we do, keep up with him?"

"Of course it is to keep up." Cyril smiled, "We can't let newcomers join our team and be wronged, right?"

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Connor Drake shuttled cautiously through the port of Raab.

He is very familiar with Raab Port, its glamor and beauty, and every dark corner.Just like the dark alley he was passing through at this time, the smell of stench pervaded it, there were large and small bags of garbage piled up on the wet ground with accumulated water, and there were hungry and skinny "people" sitting against the wall .

Most of them are gamblers who have owed a large amount of gambling debts and wiped out all their assets. Their mouths are foaming and their eyes are like dying fish. Fish—at least the fish can jump and flick their tails twice, and they don't even make any sound when their legs are stepped on.

Drake avoided legs that seemed to fall apart when he kicked them, and finally walked into a small candlelit shop at the end of the alley.The store was equally gloomy, with a man in a cloak lining up in front of him.

He was holding a large bag in his hand, and with a rattling sound, he handed it to a man sitting in front of the counter who was also wearing a cloak. The latter just weighed it in his hand, then shook his head with a sneer and said: :

"not enough."

"Not enough? How is it possible? I've already calculated the interest, which is definitely enough—" The man took off his hood, and he could see his thin sunken cheeks from Drake's angle.

"Mr. Tracy, you borrowed the money at twelve o'clock noon, and now it is one o'clock in the afternoon. It is already a new day. Since you are in arrears for another day, according to the breach of contract, you have to repay the total amount, um... …seventeen gentries, yes, seventeen, kin, te, ri."

The person behind the counter spoke slowly, then turned the cloth bag over and dumped the white silver terry on the table, and the not-so-wide table was filled with silver terry in an instant.

He quickly clicked on the silver terry with his fingers with pointed long nails, and soon the creepy laughter sounded: "Look, you only have less than five gentries, which is less than you should have." It’s still one and a half less—”

"Impossible, I think it's okay..." The man had no strength to beg, he propped his hands on both sides of the counter, but the person behind the counter just said coldly: "Gentry's price has increased, do you know, Trey West?"

"But, I..."

"Needless to say, on the last day, save enough for the remaining twelve... Let's count your twelve Gentry, look, how kind I am, come back here—" The person behind the counter made another sinister Laughter, then stood up abruptly, approaching that Tracy, almost face to face.

"Otherwise, your wife and daughter—I remember that your wife and daughter are all beautiful, so there should be many people who like them?"

Tracy collapsed to the ground.

The person behind the counter sat back, tapped lightly on the table twice, and by the way swept all the silver terry off the table, and fell into a big frame with a jingle.

And two burly figures walked out of the store, lifted Tracy up and threw him out of the store.

Then, it was Connor Drake's turn.

"name?"

"Drake." Drake swallowed uncontrollably, "Connor Drake."

"Do you have enough money?"

"I've brought enough." Drake took a few deep breaths, and then asked in a low voice, "But I want to confirm my arrears first."

The person behind the counter looked up at him, then lowered his head, flicked through the ledger, and quickly said, "Your debt is seventeen Gentry, have you brought all of it?"

"Bring them all."

Connor Drake breathed a sigh of relief, and then put the money bag on the table—the small money bag was completely different from the big cloth bag in the hands of the unlucky guy named Tracy before, making the back of the counter The person looked at him suspiciously again.

Then he reached out, opened the money bag, and dumped it on the table.Seventeen golden gentries rolled down on the table, and they could be counted clearly at a glance.

The quantity is correct.

Seeing that the man didn't intend to speak, Drake took another deep breath a few times, and then asked in a low voice: "Then my account should... be cleared? Can you return my mortgage to me?"

"It can be possible—" the man elongated his tone, and suddenly his voice turned sharply, "But, Mr. Drake!"

"You borrowed the 'new currency' of Xinaowei Port at the beginning. If you convert it, you have to add a few more to the original seventeen Gentry. The money here seems not enough. ah--"

Drake's heart sank when he mentioned his name. At this time, the words were heard, and his face was already clouded.

"Let me do the math, I should add seven Gentry, can you get it out? If you can't get it out, put it off until tomorrow, but you have to add a few more..."

"Enough." Drake's voice suddenly sounded, interrupting the man's words.

"Mr. Drake, you have to find out whose territory this is." The voice of the person behind the counter also turned cold. He stared at Drake coldly with snake-like eyes, but found that Drake There was no trace of fear on his face.

"It's only natural to pay off debts. If you offend Robert's family, you will be unable to move an inch in the entire South."

He didn't see that the sharp blade that was gradually slipping from the sleeves of the strong middle-aged man in front of the counter was still chattering slowly.

Drake's breathing became heavier and heavier, and he gradually couldn't bear this cold voice, and couldn't bear the despicableness of the other party asking for money...

He raised his hands slowly, his strength concentrated on his arms. During the days of wandering at sea, whether facing pirates or monsters, fighting was essential, and he was by no means ordinary good.

However, just as he was about to raise his hand and stab out both Hidden Swords, a somewhat familiar voice suddenly came into his ears:

"Killing, that's not how you kill."

This voice is so clear and clear that it reminds people of the calm sea after the storm, and the afterglow that turns the sea purple when they return to Hong Kong.

Then, a gust of wind swept past him.

The voice of the person behind the counter stopped abruptly—he flew out, the counter in front of him was pierced, and his chest was taken along with him, the body was like cotton wool and fell lightly on the floor behind the store, as if in an alley outside Like a gambler, he remained motionless.

"Da da da."

The heels of the boots stomped on the floor and stood firmly behind Drake.

He turned his head and saw the young man's handsome face, his green eyes staring at the dead body without the slightest pity, and then said lightly:
"Within three to 10 minutes, let Robert's family be able to come out and see me immediately."

"One more minute."

"One more death."

(End of this chapter)