"Uh, who was asking for tea just now?"

After glanced around, the fat nobles kept pointing at the teacup of the other party before.

"Tsk, it's you!" Tang En walked over casually, placed the teacup in front of the other side, and filled it with light green tea.

"You..." Bolett finally came to his senses and pointed at Tang En with a trembling hand. He naturally knew the man who smashed the long table. He was the captain of the Royal Guards, with the cultivation of a high-level warrior. But now he was let down by a young man with an ordinary face and a traitor in his role!

In addition to being shocked by the other party's strength, another reason why Bolette couldn't speak was that he was worried about his own situation. Could this group of greedy gray-clothed troops be defeated and continued to extort us?

"Ah!" With an angry roar, the broken wood cracked. The man with blood on his face turned over and stood up, regardless of the situation, and the blue fighting spirit light burst out suddenly.

This man is now extremely depressed. Since he came to this valley, he first threw a horse under his eyelids, then was defeated by a goalkeeper, and now he was smashed by a tea servant... What is this rhythm? Is the decay possessed?

The strength of the high-level warrior is naturally strong. When the man was about to sweep the scene with all his fighting spirit, a dreamy palm brought waves of phantoms through the blue light, instantly pinching the man's neck, pressing,

boom!

The man planted again like a green onion, and Tang En's figure came to him at some point, and the kettle was raised.

Bang, bang, bang!

"Don't you know if someone else is having a meeting? Are you polite? Do you still have a public morality..."

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" The man with blood was completely stunned. He only knew that he had exploded in fighting spirit to shake the other party away, but unfortunately, every time Tang En hit him, he smashed the fighting spirit that he had finally lifted up.

Of course, a high-level warrior would not be so weak. If this man draws out his sword and puts on his fighting spirit armor at the first time, then there will be a fight in this battle. But unfortunately, he chose the close-knit fight that Tang En is best at...

After a moment, the bloody man was smashed into a coma.

"I'm disturbing, you guys continue..." Tang En bowed apologetically, then dragged the man outside. When he passed by Bollet, who was speechless, he grabbed his hair and took out a teacup.

"By the way, you called me just now, okay, do you want to have tea?"

The kettle was crooked, but only a few drops of water dripped. After the blow just now, because of Tang En's blood protection, the iron kettle was not deformed, but the water inside was spilled.

After shook helplessly, Tang En raised his eyebrows and pointed the lower end of the kettle at the teacup. The place had just smashed the man's head, and of course the dripping of fishy blood.

Tick, Tick, Tick...

One minute later, half a cup of red liquid fell into this way.

"Sorry, there are only so many...but the taste should be good, you can try it."

After saying this with great sincerity, Tang En dragged the man out of the tent and casually put down the torn curtain.

...

The tent was silent, and the noble negotiating group stared blankly at the broken long table and the floating curtain...Bolette looked at the half cup of blood in front of her eyes, and her eyes twitched straight.

Luosha was stunned at first, then chuckled slightly, looking at the expressions on the opposite side with interesting taste. Joshia was always in a state of smirking, which made Philip on the opposite side look straight again.

After Tang En's trouble, the momentum that the old nobles had worked hard to gather before naturally continued to vent.

Borette, who had a blue face, tried his best to adjust his mood and glanced at everyone with different expressions: "Ahem, about negotiation...

"I'm awake, I'm worthy of being a high-level warrior... Damn, I dare to frame your uncle. If you don't beat you today, you won't know why the flowers are so red!"

"Oh, you dare to fight back... look for a fight!"

Bang! Bang! Bang...

Another chaotic fight came clearly from outside. Bolett opened his mouth and finally did not say what he had just said...

In such an atmosphere, the negotiations were naturally left alone. At lunch time, neither side even planned an exchange of supplies.

After a temporary break, everyone walked out of the tent with complicated thoughts.

These nobles naturally looked down on the food of the gray-clothed army, and they brought some things specially.

The gorgeous dining cloth spread out to cover the half-yellow and dark land. Silver tableware was placed one after another, shining dazzlingly in the sun. Then there were various small but exquisite foods, two thin-necked bottles containing burgundy liquid...

In comparison, Luosha and the others with rough ceramics on the other side are undoubtedly extremely simple. It is like a magnificent stage with a straw troupe on the side of a gorgeous stage. Whatever you see is so annoying...

On the other hand, Tang En, who had just moved his muscles and bones, was enjoying a big meal...

Gululu...

Looking at the pot with bubbles in front of him, the vegetable leaves and meat slices rolling continuously, Tang En said in confusion: "Where does this... come from the meat?"

"Uh..." The members of the gray space gathered together squeezed their eyes. Finally, David came up and said mysteriously: "Boss, when we came back from training, we saw several horses at the entrance of the station, hehe..."

Tang En opened his mouth, the entrance of the station...what aristocratic carriages?

As mentioned earlier, because the Gray Clothing Army camp was full of passages and carriages could not enter, they were all staying outside. Who would have thought that David, who had just returned from training, ran into him.

There were guards next to the carriage, but the number of people was relatively small. Most of them followed the nobles into the garrison. People in the gray space followed Tang En for so long, and naturally learned a lot of hidden ways. In the end, Mi Xiu took action, quietly knocked down Pi and quickly dragged it back.

...

At this time, at the gate of the station, Philip was arranging several guards to transport the half-dead man back for treatment.

"Well, you go back too, I will ask them to take you back to the city." After explaining some things, Philip suddenly said to the woman beside him with a bad face.

The woman was stunned when she heard this and said in a daze: "What do you mean?"

Philip spread his arms and sighed: "Even the banquet will end. My fate with you is over... Well, I have left you a manor in Bihai City."

The woman who was about to get angry was shocked. She was also a nobleman, but she was just a little nobleman. She certainly knew the value of the Bihai City Manor. The north was not as good as the south. If you want to have a fully equipped manor, it would at least have to be able to afford it with the Count City Lord. But the man in front of you who seemed to never have a good appearance gave a manor at will.

"But...didn't you say you love me forever?"

"Uh, I understand love." Philip grabbed his head, "But, what is forever?"

“…”

Bang! The woman slapped Philip cleanly and pedaled onto the carriage angrily.

Philip, with five finger marks, still half bowed with a smile and said goodbye politely.

"Uh, Lord Sir Philip..." A guard came over hesitantly. To be honest, if this was not really important, he wouldn't have come to provoke Philip at this time.

"Well, what's wrong?" Philip was not aware of it and still had an indifferent smile.

"Your horse...a horse suddenly disappeared."

"Uh?" Philip opened his mouth and turned his head. He saw that the three horses he had originally set off now only two left...

“…Who are you?”

"Emperor, Royal Guards, Lord Jazz!" the guard replied carefully.

"Huh... Your mother, you deserve to die. I won't say the one you were robbed before. There is no way to be able to do it if you are not strong enough. But now he has one less, and you even told me suddenly...Damn, your side job is a horse thief..."

…………

The nobles' meals are still very particular. After enjoying the exquisite food, these old nobles began to slowly savor the after-dinner refreshments.

Well, the water is too bad, and the tea is wasted... Despite this, these nobles are in a good mood, especially after seeing the envious gazes of the country bumpkins around them from time to time, a sense of superiority arises...

"Master, they are here!" At this time, a person who was in the shape of a housekeeper came over and said softly.

"Well, let them come in!" Bollet waved his hand and asked the soldiers on the periphery to make way.

Then, an old man with curly hair and a young man walked in, which was Bosco and Bog.

"Please sit!" Bolett pointed to the position in front of him and smiled, "Do you want to taste these meals... Well, Viscount Bosco hasn't felt it for a long time."

"Duke Bolet, I am no longer a viscount!" Bosco sat down calmly, not going to the teacup in front of him.

"Haha, no now, it doesn't mean it won't be the case in the future." Bolette laughed loudly, then took something similar to an invitation from the butler on the side and handed it over.

Bosco took it silently and unfolded. Borg, who was beside him, glanced over and couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

There are many words written on it, but most of them are official clichés. The actual meaning is very simple, which is to enthrone the viscount, but the line below the family title is empty.

"Beautiful manor, historic family symbol. Loyal old housekeeper, group of servants, luxurious carriages... Respected identity, gilded family name on the book of the imperial nobles..."

"The wealthy businessman donated countless gold coins, how much blood has the generals sprinkled, how many generations of hard work of administrative civilian officials... They want to get nothing more than a saying, Hello, Lord XX!"

"You were also a noble before, and you should know that the empire has been cutting the number of nobles over the years! Although the empire has recovered countless noble titles, there are very few of them that can be reclaimed, not to mention that they have been surrounded and suppressed because of breaking the laws. Haha, Viscount Bosco, you have a good vision. Of course, luck is also good enough. Now, you can fill in the name of your family on it!"

A slightly quiet environment, with only the sound of a silver spoon touching the teacup around.

Bolet's words were all the same as the ones, and they didn't even mention the requirements. However, the charm was not reduced at all, and even added room for imagination.

Borg is now imagining that those scenes are exactly what he had before, and those feelings are exactly what he had before...

Bang!

The sealed post was closed with little noise, but it was enough to wake up Borg, who was breathing a little rapid.

Putting it on the tablecloth, Bosco slowly picked up the teacup that seemed to be foggy in front of him.

The old nobles on the opposite side slightly squinted their lips, revealing a smile of everything in control.

"It's delicious!" After tasting it, Bosco sighed softly.

Cecil smiled: "This is the Cloud Dragon Fog Top, the royal tribute, and the number is rare. However, if Viscount Bosco likes it, I can share some of you."

"Thank you, Marquis, but no need..." Bosco shook his head: "Morning tea, after-dinner tea, afternoon tea... I have been thinking a few years ago how much time I wasted on this before. Well, you see, in just a while, the negotiation time is almost here."

"My sirs, let's see you at the negotiating table in the afternoon."

After leaving these two sentences, Bosco stood up and saluted, and turned around and left. Borg was stunned at first, then hurriedly chased after him.
To be continued...