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The old nobles looked at each other and couldn't speak for a long time.

"Hmph, you're not good at it!" Bolett picked up the teacup with a gloomy face and took a sip.

"Hey, mom, they are so pitiful. I have been drinking a glass of water for so long... are they lacking water?"

"Probably, I don't know either!" The woman next to him dragged the child away.

Puff! "Ahem..."

The gushing tea mist, violent coughing, an old face flushed with abnormal flush...

Not far away, Bosco and Bog walked silently in the passage one by one.

After a moment, Boscoton stopped and turned his head: "The negotiations in the morning are just temptations. In the afternoon, you must seize the opportunity and initially knock down the 100,000 kilograms of grain...Borg!"

"Ah, oh..." Borg was suddenly awakened, his face a little unnatural.

Bosco frowned: "You are thinking about what happened just now!"

"I, I..." Borg hesitated for a while, and finally looked up, "I'm just a little strange, Father, isn't our purpose to restore the title of nobles?"

A look of disappointment flashed across Bosco's face, and then sighed softly: "Borg, have you seen the Duke and the Marquis begged me for work?"

"Uh, no..." Borg shook his head.

Their family is just a viscount, and is far from the duke and the marquis. Not to mention that the other party asks for business, even if the other person says the above words, it will be enough to flatter them.

"But now it's happening..." Bosco spread his hands, "I believe you know why. That's right, it's because we are in the Gray Clothes Army, and the Gray Clothes Army now has this capital. In other words, we will be nothing if we leave the Gray Clothes Army..."

"Capital can appreciate. The more the gray-clothed army develops, the greater our capital will be, and it will even be bigger than the Viscount in the future... We should look at it for a long time and not be moved by the small interests in front of us. Do you understand?"

"Understand..." Borg nodded, and still raised a question, "But the gray-clothed army has been being hunted down. Will it be too dangerous for us to put everything on this!"

"Silly!" Bosco pinched his nose, "We are not Luosha. Even if the gray-clothed army is eventually destroyed, we can withdraw our capital one second in exchange for the benefit we deserve."

"Uh..." Borgmyung opened his mouth, then his heart moved, and a chill rose to his heart, licking his lips, "Father said he was betraying the gray army..."

"Let's go, the negotiation time is up." Bosco interrupted Borg's words and walked forward as usual.
Chapter completed!