Admiral in the Azure World

Chapter 85 What Sartre-Andrew saw

"Aren't you going to continue?" The killer whale was wrapped in a quilt and looked directly at Sartre with extremely seductive eyes.

Sartre held the envelope and shook his hand.

This is a letter from Gloria Island, written by Joyce, who was the first to support him in the Merchant Alliance.

Mark Irma is coming to Ramhuatan Island?Do you still want to watch this exercise?
The corner of Sartre's mouth raised slightly, and he became interested immediately.

"Mark Irma is here." Sartre threw the letter to the killer whale on the bed.

The killer whale hesitated for a moment, then smiled: "Oh, it's that interesting boy."

"His sea soul is more interesting." Sartre was wearing clothes. After half a year, his behavior was already different from that of the common people. His movements were as meticulous and elegant as those of a nobleman. He was not as at a loss as a poor country boy. I don't want to express myself as hard as the nouveau riche, but mellow.Elegant, as if he was born this way.

Sartre had no problem accepting the various etiquettes of the nobility. He felt that he should be like this, and everything he had now should belong to him.

By the time he and the killer whale went downstairs, the downstairs was already full of people. Most of them were sea soul masters from the Merchant Alliance, and some were seeds that the Merchant Alliance had previously sprinkled on the soil of the Federation Deacons. They were not like Sartre. Talented, but also a force to be reckoned with, enough to propel Sutter to a stellar performance in this exercise.

"Alas~ It's boring socializing again." The killer whale complained feebly.

"Be patient for a while, and I'll let you feel free in a few days." Sartre comforted calmly.

"I don't know if these seniors have made any progress after so many years." The killer whale said something that Sartre didn't understand.

With the entrance of Sartre and the killer whale, the entire venue suddenly became lively.The orchestra sitting nearby played melodious music. The music climbed up from the golden walls filled with gorgeous reliefs, and then converged on the dome. As the rhythm reached a climax, the air began to vibrate with the notes, and the music suddenly dropped. Everyone drowned in the ocean of music at once.

At this moment, the door to the venue was opened.

"Hahahaha, I'm very sorry, Deacon Sartre, please forgive me for coming uninvited." A well-dressed and elegant man walked into the venue with two followers and three sea souls.

Sartre held his wine glass, looked at the person coming, and smiled slightly: "Mr. Chaucer Lane, aren't you preparing for a joint exercise? Why are you here when you are free?"

"The most famous young hero in the entire Federation is here. Of course I have to come over and take a look." Chaucer said very friendly, "I stopped by and wish you good results in the exercise."

Chaucer unceremoniously brought a glass of red wine from the tray of a passing waiter, gestured to Sartre, and drank it in one gulp.

"Then let's encourage each other." Sartre showed no sign of weakness.

After a small talk, Chaucer finally lost his temper. He pulled Sartre aside and talked about the cooperation during the exercise in a roundabout way. After all, they were both deacons of the Sunflower Collar, even if they were strong. Together, others can't gossip.

But Sartre didn't know Chaucer's character yet, and knew in his heart that this man would never do anything to share the interests equally. The win-win he talked about always meant that he won two shares.The second son of the Lann family is the only member of their family who has the talent of sea fog over the years. Naturally, he is taken care of by the entire family. All resources are tilted towards him, which makes Chaucer become a master in less than half a year. He has six sea souls, which exceeds the number of sea souls owned by most consuls.

Surrounding Chaucer, there were as many as two digits of civilian deacons known to Sartre alone, plus the resources of the Lane family in the Parliament.All these have already developed Chaucer's character of wanting to have everything in his hands.

His territory is not far from the Mandala Territory. When Sartre first came here, he made things difficult for him many times. Sartre still remembers this.

Just a smiling tiger.

Sartre finished his glass of wine and waited for Chaucer's next words.

"I heard that Mandala Island has recently received several batches of new steel products, and they are cheap and beautiful?" Chaucer finally asked the main purpose of coming here this time.Sartre groaned in his heart. If all the steel in Sunflower Collar hadn't been controlled by your Lann family, would I need to go so far away to buy steel?

"That's right. Recently, the Business Alliance opened a steel company in Tulipland. Since they are all from their own family, they took a little bit with their left hand and right hand."

"Twenty thousand grids is not a small amount, Deacon Sartre." Chaucer said cheerfully, "Could you have set your sights on that island in Kamchatka again? Oh~ Are you planning to completely control the Kamchatka route? "

Sartre was slightly moved. He didn't expect the noses of these nobles to be so sensitive. He guessed that they could smell what he had eaten for lunch just as he moved his buttocks.

"What's the name of the steel company?" Fortunately, Chaucer didn't intend to pester him.

"Jialan Steel Group." Sutter replied casually.

"Jialan..." Chaucer turned sideways and asked the attendant beside him, "I remember that Pushy's brat's buddy is the deacon of Jialan Island, right?"

What a bunch of shit-stirring sticks.

Sartre looked at Chaucer with a smile, pretending to be pretentious there. Did he go all this way just because he wanted to perform this act in front of him?

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"How long do we have to go~!" Jia Jia complained unhappily.

Huang Jiang was taking Saratoga on a mountain trail at this time.The road was not wide and could only accommodate two aristocratic one-man carriages.Because this is a high-end residential area in Blue Flower Dan, outside vehicles are not allowed to enter, so the carriage they hired finally stopped at the foot of the mountain, and they could only rely on the two of them to walk the rest of the way.

"You're a ship girl, why are you so tired?" Huang Jiang said breathlessly.

"Because there is no end in sight." Jia Jia jumped up and down, facing the Yellow River from time to time and walking backwards.Then of course I stumbled over a stone.

"Be careful where you step." Huang Jiang sighed when he saw that Jiajia used the super physical fitness of the ship girl to forcefully maintain his body balance.

"This is the fun way to walk." Although Jia Jia said this, she still obediently returned to her normal walking style. She gradually put her foot down and waited until Huang Jiang came to her side.

"It's been a long time since I walked side by side with the admiral like this." Jia Jia covered her mouth with her hands and blew.

The breeze blew the coolness from the mountain down the trail, bringing with it the heat in the air, and also made the two of them feel the slightest chill.

Huang Jiang looked at the quiet Saratoga and felt a hint of warmth in his heart. He couldn't help but smile and quickened his pace.

"What are you doing, walking so fast all of a sudden!" Jia Jia pouted and complained, stomping her feet and following Huang Jiang.

"If we don't hurry up, we'll be late!"

"Wait for me!"

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