Father Mavie

Chapter 231 Strange Footprints (Please Subscribe!!!)
The golden shredded tobacco was wrapped in hand-rolled paper, and the flame of the match ignited the cigarette paper. With the sound of burning, Finn Droste took a puff beautifully, shook out the match, and threw the stick into the ashtray .

"So, do you see what I mean?"

It took more than ten minutes for Finn Droste to explain to Yegorov and his son why they came and why Citibank supported them.

After being rejected by Mavi and Katerina, Finn Drost turned his ideas on other nobles. The reason is simple. Since the Church of Truth is short of money, they must find ways to make money. It may fall from the sky and can only be obtained from certain people.

Who are these people?
Looking at the Romanov Kingdom, the richest people must be the nobles. They have a lot of fields and shops in their hands, and they are rich and wealthy.

After analyzing the situation, Finn Drost approached the nobles, such as Yegorov and his son.

Baron Vladimir looked at Finn Drost and asked a question that puzzled him: "What good will this do for you Citibank?"

How do I know, it's all a task assigned to me by the old man. Just as he was about to say this, he suddenly saw Baron Vladimir's puzzled and slightly alert look. He sighed and found a random reason: "This is a war Investment, as long as we bet on the right treasure, we will be able to obtain incomparably huge benefits in the future. I am inconvenient to talk about the specific benefits, and you don’t need to ask.

The smoke lingers between the fingers, and the tobacco produced in the southern plantations has a bloody aroma, as if what rises in the smoke is not nicotine or tar, but some kind of thick liquid.

"Ah, that's right."

Finn took out a small box of tobacco from his arms and put it on the tea table: "This is a cigarette produced in Maryland. Last year, there was plenty of rain and the color is very good. You can taste it."

After Baron Vladimir accepted the tobacco, Finn stood up, put on his top hat, tucked his black cane under his arm, and handed over a piece of paper with the address on it: "Then I'll take my leave, what's the matter?" Things, you can send someone to this hotel to inform me, as a witness of friendship, you will receive a pass for fixed-term interest-free loans from Citibank. If your family encounters a bankruptcy crisis due to poor management in the future, the loan from Citibank , will definitely help you tide over the difficulties smoothly.”

After finishing speaking, Finn picked up the teacup, raised his head and drank it down as if toasting, then raised the brim of his hat slightly, and left the manor house under the escort of the butler.

"Father."

Goffman looked at the frowning Baron Vladimir, hesitantly said: "Do you want to promise him?"

In the conversation just now, Baron Vladimir did not give Finn an affirmative answer. He needed time to think, and Finn was not aggressive. After explaining his reasons, he left very simply.

How to decide is Baron Vladimir's business. Time is running out, and he has to rush to the next nobleman's house, so it is impossible to spend a whole day here.

"I don't know." Baron Vladimir shook his head slowly: "I'm not sure what the Citibank Federal Bank wants to do, let alone how they knew that Ma Wei was coming to us. If it's a good thing, why is Citibank The Commonwealth Bank doesn’t directly fund the Church of Truth? What’s the benefit of having us as an intermediary?”

"No, I didn't mean that."

Gorman asked: "Father, I want to ask, do you want to assist the Church of Truth?"

"It doesn't matter what I think, what matters is what you think."

"I don't understand what you mean, father."

Baron Vladimir sighed softly: "I am old, and many things are beyond my capabilities. Sooner or later, you will inherit my title and become the leader of the Yegorov family."

The grey-haired Baron Vladimir looked at his young son, and several thoughts flashed through his mind.

Unlike him, Gorman has never experienced the baptism of war, and has always lived in a greenhouse. As a father, Baron Vladimir knows his son very well, and Gorman, who likes to do things impulsively, is obviously not suitable for the noble circle For this reason, he must think about the future for his son.

"In the past, I didn't want you to support Her Majesty Katerina because her chances of success were slim." Vladimir mused: "Among the old ministries who followed His Majesty Peter, only a small number of people chose to continue to follow her. Completing Her Majesty Peter's unfinished business is not only about her strength, she is also very different from His Majesty Paul I in terms of policy."

"Most of the nobles support His Majesty Paul I. The era has undergone drastic changes, and even the Wisdom God Sect of the Popang Kingdom has come to meddle. In this situation, Her Highness Katerina wants to win, no doubt It's an idiot's dream."

"But the situation is different now. Her Highness Katerina has also received the support of the church. She still has [-] loyal soldiers in her hands. They are all veterans who have fought with His Majesty Peter. Their combat effectiveness is extremely sturdy. The only thing missing is financial resources."

"If Citibank chooses to fund Her Majesty Katerina, then the gap between her and His Majesty Paul I will quickly narrow, and she may even be slightly better in terms of financial resources. This is a forked road, son, and I don't know who to choose. "

"I must choose Her Highness Katerina!" Gorman said without hesitation: "She is so strong and beautiful, much better than His Majesty Paul I! No matter how we look at it, we should choose her!"

"The more beautiful a woman is, the more terrifying she is, son, you and Her Highness Katerina will have no results." Baron Vladimir shook his head slowly: "Her eyes are full of ambition. You can't suppress this kind of woman. It is impossible for her to fall in love with you, you are wishful thinking and will only become a pawn to be used by her."

"I am willing to be a pawn!"

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Baron Vladimir wanted to scold his mother, but sitting opposite him was his son, scolding him was equivalent to scolding himself, so he could only swallow this breath.

dong dong!

"Sir, a guest is here, and the other party claims to be Father Ma Wei from the Church of Truth." The butler pushed the door open and said into the living room.

Raising his eyebrows, Baron Vladimir got up and walked to the window. Looking at the figures standing at the gate of the manor, looking at the woods on one side, his pupils narrowed slightly: "It's really here. Let... invite them in."

"Yes."

"Dad, what are you looking at?"

At the gate of the manor, Junia, who was wearing a white down jacket, sniffed, followed Mavi's line of sight to the snow-covered woods on the right.

"Footprints." Ma Wei pointed to a row of footprints spreading from the door to the depths of the woods and said, "Not long ago, someone entered the woods from here."

"Maybe they went in to play in the snow?" Junia bent down and picked up a ball of snow, clenched it into a ball, ran a few steps away, turned her head and threw it on Levin, giggling.

Just as Levin was about to fight back, he suddenly noticed something strange in Ma Wei's eyes, and couldn't help asking: "Is there a problem with the footprints?"

"The front is sharp and the back is wide, and the imprint is clear, which means that it is a hard-soled leather shoe, and the other party's status is not low."

Rubbing his chin, Ma Wei thought thoughtfully: "On the side of the footprints, you can also see a small round hole poked out by the tip of the cane. This is the dressing habit of gentlemen in the Kingdom of Windsor. Few people in the Kingdom of Romanov can hold a cane."

Listening to Ma Wei's reasoning, Levin was startled, and asked: "Boss, you mean, the guest who came just now is from the Kingdom of Windsor?"

"uncertain."

Ma Wei withdrew his gaze, looked at the butler who was walking towards the gate, and said calmly, "Go in and have a look."

(End of this chapter)