Ride and Cut

　　 "So now the chance to resolve the incident peacefully is precious." Sauron patted his palm lightly, and a male servant walked in through the door holding a brown-red wooden box.

　　 "The Marquis Wenger hopes that you can give up your surname yourself. As compensation, he is willing to use five hundred gold coins to support your pioneering actions."

　　 The male servant put the wooden box on the table and opened it, revealing the full of gold coins. Richard picked up one. This heavy, seductive and shining gold cast the head of the king, but it was more loved than the king, and even more tempting to depravity than the devil.

　　 there are five hundred, which is really hard to resist.

　　 "It seems that we can reach a consensus." Sauron is already very old, but his eyes are still energetic enough. He saw greed, bone-worn greed in Richard's eyes.

　　 This kind of people generally die very quickly, but if they don’t die by chance, they will often cause a storm.

　　 When was the last time I saw this look? Well, that was when I was looking in the mirror in the morning.

　　 "No!" Richard regretfully threw the gold coin into the box again.

　　 "Oh?" Sauron frowned slowly.

　　 He has always had confidence in his own mind, but at the moment he feels that things are out of control. This feeling makes him very uncomfortable.

　　 Richard hits the table to increase his tone, "That is the glorious surname that has passed on more than a dozen generations of ancestors, and it carries countless honors and brilliance. Do you understand the most precious thing my father gave me?"

　　 Sauron heard the most righteous rhetoric in his life, the most deafening shout: "I have to add more money!"

　　 "An interest-free loan of a thousand gold coins, but you can only buy things from me." Sauron took a deep breath, trying to maintain a stable expression on his face.

　　 "Deal!" Richard held his hands on the table and stared at the majestic old man, "but the right of first refusal for all goods in your name must be added."

　　 "Yes, Mr. Richard, you are really... really wonderful."

　　 Sauron agreed very readily, and Richard immediately climbed along.

　　 "I heard that there were a group of highland barbarian slaves in the Coron Arena."

　　 This is information that Richard specifically inquired.

　　The highland barbarians are a branch of the barbarians living in the bitter cold places of the far north, where the cold and harsh climate has honed them and created them. Every adult highland barbarian possesses both strong and tough virtues and is recognized as a natural fighter.

"Use slave warriors to form a guard? Smart idea." Sauron kept rubbing the huge gold ring on his index finger with his thumb. There was a huge gem on it, as red as blood. "But I have to remind you of the bravery of those barbarians. As famous as being rebellious, don’t expect to be obedient."

　　—"Unless you can follow the rules of the barbarians and use your fist to teach them to be submissive."

　　 Sauron added silently in his heart, but that is simply impossible.

　　 The Coron Arena didn't think about tame these good players. As a result, the best gladiators were beaten up for half a month without getting out of bed. As a result, the performance of the month was slashed.

　　 And this is just the result of the highland barbarian warm-up activities.

　　 "That's my business." Richard's mouth showed an inexplicable smile.

　　 "Brave young man, the deal." Sauron didn't know whether it was praise or ridicule, lowered his head and spread the parchment, dipped in ink with a quill pen, and smoothly wrote lines of beautiful round books.

　　 "Twenty gold coins per person, fifty people in total." He rolled up the parchment and handed it to Richard. "Take it to the battlefield. You will get what you want."

　　 The quota of one thousand gold coins was completely emptied, and the gold enough to pile up into a hill was only exchanged for a paper roll, but Richard smiled with satisfaction. The first step of the plan was implemented smoothly, which is a good luck.

　　 bowed in salute to Lord Sauron and retreated along the way he came.

　　 "Sir, you and Sir Alex seem to have a very good conversation?" It was the green-eyed male servant who came to lead him.

　　 "It's okay." Richard held a wooden box full of gold coins, glanced at him subconsciously, and suddenly felt that his expression seemed a little... strange.

　　 It is not only the mouth that can speak, but body language is also language. Sometimes the information conveyed by body movements is even richer and more three-dimensional than real language.

　　The person is still that person, and the clothes and hairstyles are still so meticulous. But compared with the original rigorous and almost rigid performance of a standard male servant, he seems to be much more relaxed now.

　　 "Mr. Richard, please come here with me." Green eyes led Richard to a corner away from the gate.

　　 "What's the matter?" Richard looked relaxed on the surface. In fact, every muscle of his body was adjusted to a ready-to-go state, and his hands were naturally drooping in a position that was good for drawing the sword.

　　 This may be an assassin in Orlando-he wouldn't be naive enough to think that their contradiction would be resolved in this way. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com The so-called nobility is to be extraordinarily inviolable when facing the weak and have extra rules. Richard knew in his heart that the newly succeeded Marquis Wenger would definitely want to kill him to wash away the shame of the family.

　　 "The earl really hopes that you can gain some advantage in the fight with the family." Green eyes unbuttoned the collar, and fanned the air into the collar with his hand.

　　As a male servant of a big family, he was too rude in front of outsiders.

"why?"

"Because the earl is the illegitimate son of the previous Duke Augustus, he has deep sympathy for your fate." Green eyes suddenly lowered his voice. "The earl is even willing to provide you with a certain degree of convenience. Of course, it's only in secret."

"Oh…"

　　 Richard nodded happily, thinking I believe you a ghost.

　　 If you have to pull a hand just because you are illegitimate children, then Sauron, the old fox, can be very busy. The Northeast Province alone can make up more than five hundred, and all Pompeii can pull out a legion.

　　 This kind of reason is okay to fool the aboriginal youth, but how can it be fooled by an old ghost who has lived for two generations. But for him at this moment, it is better to have an extra ally in his heart than to be helpless.

　　 "Then you are?" Richard thought that the identity of Green Eyes was not that simple.

　　 How can ordinary male servants know the black history of the master’s house, let alone act as an intermediary in secret negotiations.

"You are the illegitimate son of the old Marquis of Orlando, the earl is the illegitimate son of the previous duke, and I..." He looked at Richard, and there seemed to be a deep sea hidden in his gray-green pupils. "It is the illegitimate son of the earl, my name is Roger ."

　　"..."

　　 Richard petrified on the spot.