The battle for the Castle of Tores was in full swing, and at the same time, Duke of Connaught and Musilon.

A large number of caravans are trying to enter the town.

The caravan held a black skull flag, several carriages escorted many exquisite aristocratic supplies and magical gems of the empire. Two simple-dressed coachmen carrying a large number of weapons drove the car. A tall gangster guard like a gangster, and two half-elves. They wore gray robes and composite bows behind their backs. They guarded a luxuriously decorated carriage.

The high walls in Musilon's distance are like symbols at the end of the world. The huge walls that are dozens of meters high cannot even see the end, leaving only endless shock and oppression.

The floods before the New Year caused a devastating blow to the Duke of Connaught. Although even the fairies in the lake could not break through Musilon's high walls, there was a mess outside Musilon's walls, piles of ruins, rags, and piles of cemeteries, which all show that Musilon has lost its former prosperity.

Of course, the caravan was stopped: "Who are you? Please present documents or notice."

"We came from Marinburg, Baron Hal Harris's trading partner. He took this thing and went in and told him that the goods he wanted were coming!" A fat big hand stretched out from the carriage, with all kinds of gold and silver jewelry hanging on it. His voice was very dull and distorted, and a chapter of documents was thrown on the guard's face: "Please take it and look! Idiot!"

Judging from this hand alone, the owner of the hand weighs more than 250 kilograms.

The guard took the document, and sure enough, it was covered with the von Castein family's seal: "Please wait, I will go back and report to Baron Harris immediately!"

"Hmph!" An impatient humming came from the carriage, and the guards could faintly hear the strange voices of the woman.

A guard entered, a low-level vampire guard was still full of vigilance against the caravan. He carefully observed the strange caravan, two simple-clad coachmen who were carrying a lot of weapons, one with blonde hair, sword and shield, and a full set of armor, two half-elf archers in gray robes, one with a steady and cautious butler wearing berets, and a goatee-beard.

The coachman looked scoundrel and alert, and the blonde guard looked like a hooligan, but he looked a little nervous, and the housekeeper just frowned and said nothing.

The curtain of the carriage was opened, and a huge and fat body piled in the middle of the carriage like a hill. His fat face had a thick beard, his small eyes were squeezed into a slit by the fat flesh, and a pair of small round-framed glasses flashed with terrible light. His smile was full of magic, and he felt as if he could steal any mortal money.

His left hand was wrapped around a beautiful woman. The woman looked very sweet, with a long black and brown shawl scattered, and her makeup was also very bold, with a charming smell everywhere. She half leaned into the arms of the fat businessman and sent grapes into his mouth. The woman was only wearing a low-cut, shoulder-falling short-sleeved skirt. The fat man's hand reached directly from her chest and kept rubbing. The woman's face was full of indulgent expressions, and even made a lot of noises on her face.

This must be a prostitute! Or the kind that was wrapped up! The guard thought unwillingly.

There was also a woman in the carriage. She had long shiny black hair and long phoenix eyes with a tear mole. However, she had an ugly hook nose. It seemed that this was the reason. Her face looked like she was world-weary, as if everyone owed her five hundred gold crowns.

This should be a maid, and the guard thought: he had a good figure, but he was too ugly.

After a while, a vampire lord appeared, with a pale face and a hairless head. When he saw the fat businessman in front of him, he said in disbelief: "Hoffler? Unbelievable, after a few years, you have become like this, and I can no longer recognize you."

"I'm stronger and fatter. My friend, and I'm not Hofler now, I'm Gab Newell now, a harmless and self-made Marinburg merchant." The fat merchant looked like a playboy. He rubbed his hands hard, causing the woman beside him to tears, and then he stretched out his hand from her collar: "I'm here to deliver the goods now."

"Delivery? How many years ago was our last transaction? Five years? Six years?" The vampire lord was very alert. He looked at the fat businessman in front of him with suspicious eyes: "You are really Hoffman? I don't feel like it."

"Seven years and eight months, and, please, I am Gabe now, Gabe Newell! And, do you know how difficult the things you von Castein family want, where can I find so many at once? Since Carl Franz ascended the throne, the empire has strictly investigated the direction of various luxury goods and magic ores. If I get a little more, I will immediately be on the hanging list this month!" Gabe Newell stretched out his fat hand, and he stretched out his thick fingers and pointed at the vampire lord Hal, and said impatiently.

"Then why have you got so much now?" The vampire lord was still a little skeptical.

"It took me several years to save it. Every year, I would walk a few batches of goods on my hands. I would intercept a little bit of it privately, saying that it was transportation loss, and it took me several years to get the number you wanted! That old stingy Schultz had to check it for half a day every time. What is your attitude?" said the fat businessman constantly.

The vampire lord thought about it. Indeed, after the new Grand Duke of Marinburg Schultz took office, the vampires lurking on the upper level of Marinburg were in trouble. Schultz could easily distinguish vampires and caught a group of people who killed one after another. The trade network that vampires spent hundreds of years building was greatly damaged. The merchant in front of him was one of the few merchants who escaped the search.

"Okay, it's time for me to go in?" The fat businessman looked calm, he was just a little impatient.

The vampire lord was about to order the release, but he suddenly felt the man with a goatee and a housekeeper dressed in a strange way. He looked about forty years old, with his head down, his eyes full of caution and calmness. So he continued to question: "No, what happened to you, who said a lot of things in the past? I remember that your housekeeper was not like this."

"That little boy? Ah! Don't mention him to me. I secretly intercepted the goods and wanted to trade them with you. As a result, that guy also learned to steal my goods in a good way. I killed him. Now he has changed to an honest and calm person. He settled the accounts very slowly, but he is down-to-earth." Gabb Newell explained.

"And what about your former lover, named Kaira?" The vampire lord Hal still didn't believe it.

"My wealth lady! That's how many years ago." The fat businessman shouted: "Later I got rich. Once I got drunk, I accidentally broke her spine. I also spent a few silver coins to cremate her. That was a lot of money. I felt heartbroken when I thought about it!"

These living people are really a group of stupid pigs. When the vampire lord Hal thought of this, he finally had no suspicion.

"Well, you continue to doubt me. How many people do you think are willing to trade with you at the risk of going to the stake rack and accepting it?" Gabe Newell, a fat businessman from Marinburg, gave Hal a thumbs up and then showed a very magical smile: "You always believe it's me now, right?"

"The last question, how many times have we traded in total?" Hal nodded, and the vampire lord had already begun to believe it.

"More than twice, but less than four times." Gabe Newell looked confused. He compared his fingers for a long time and finally gave a strange answer.

"Well, my friend, Gab Newell, welcome to Musilon, come and let go." The vampire lord finally completely relieved because he had the deepest memory of the person in front of him.

This rich second-generation businessman will not count three.

On the way into the city, the vampire lord looked at the two half-elves in gray robes and said to Gab Newell: "It is really rare that you can hire half-elves. Can you let them sell me some blood? The price is easy to negotiate."

"Half-elves are not difficult to hire, my friend." Gabe Newell said indifferently, his voice seemed to be transformed because of fat compressing the vocal cords: "Many people are willing to fight. As long as the price is right, half-elves also need money and eat. Those high elves do not like them, and humans also regard them as aliens."

Hearing these words, the two and a half-elves showed uncomfortable expressions on their faces: "There is no such regulation in our employment contract, sir."

"Yes, we need to have a contract spirit, my friend, Hal Harris." Gab Newell spread his hands helplessly: "Or can you discuss the price with them yourself? I'll only get a 30% commission, after all, I'm not a rich slave."

Squirting! Vampire! This expression is on both the vampire lord and the half-elf's face.

With the permission of the vampire lord, the caravan finally entered the city of Musilon. The city adopted the method of strict entry and exit. The dense streets and dirty corners in the city were everywhere, with taverns, pharmacies, bookstores and a large number of places to enjoy the fun. The places where flesh and flesh trade were provided were even exposed in broad daylight. The shops sold various taboo books, cult ornaments, various poisons and assassination equipment. In this unified and depraved environment, there seemed to be a strange sense of harmony.

The caravan and his group came to the inner castle of Musilon Castle. Before the castle of Melovin, the undead guards and vampires appeared from the shadows and counted the goods. They took out a large sum of real money and silver to pay the payment. The vampire lord Hal said expressionlessly: "You are not the time. Our front line is fighting with Bordro. The Blood Red Duke and his army are all out of the city. I will set out soon. You can do whatever you want."

"Hey, I don't plan to leave so quickly. I'm going to hold an event called Steam Summer Special." The fat businessman stretched out a fat hand and gave a thumbs up: "I'll stay here for two more days."

"Storm Summer Special?" Hal opened the heavy wooden box, which contained many precious magical ores, as well as many luxury goods from the nobles of the empire. The vampire lord stretched out his pale hand and grabbed a glass wine glass with gems inlaid, and nodded with satisfaction: "Our trade contract has always been valid, right?"

The vampires of the von Castein family liked the luxury goods of the imperial nobles the most, and they received as much as they could.

"Yes, it's always working, provided I'm still alive." Gabe Newell smiled.

"As long as you can supply us for a long time, you will not only be alive, but also live well. If you feel that your life is about to end, we can help you." The vampire lord Hal approached Gab Newell's fat face, and then signaled his subordinates to put away the goods: "I hope you will not supply it for so long next time."

"I try my best."

All the goods in the cart were unloaded, and the vampire's gold and silver quickly filled the carriage of the Marinburg merchant. Then the Marinburg merchant's carriage turned around and drove towards the streets of Musilon.

Hal was still counting the goods, and the young Mathhubard appeared, and the young knight looked at Hal's things: "Where did this come from the goods?"

"It's Marinburg, my trading partner, it's not your turn to interfere in the von Castein family, young man." The vampire lord Hal didn't turn around at all. If Manfred and Akhan were not working together for the time being, he wouldn't even pay attention to this young Ranger Knight.

Mathubad wanted to kill the vampire lord in front of him with one sword, but he knew he could not do it. He could cut at most a piece of black smoke, or watch him turn into countless bats. He was about to continue asking about the origin of the caravan. Lich King Akhan walked out of Melowen Castle with a staff burning with blue flames: "My godson, prepare for it, we are going to make the next plan."

"Okay, my godfather." Matthewbad could only glar at Hal, turn around and leave with Akhan.

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With a deal, the fat businessman made a huge profit. He booked two small rooms in the hotel and a large room with a courtyard. The hotel owner and the guys took a lot of gold and started preparing a sumptuous dinner.

The hotel is a two-story large wooden house with a small courtyard with a high wall. The caravan immediately locked the door after entering. After confirming that no one was farming or monitoring them, the fat merchant and the caravan owners began to put down their luggage and packages and put the cart in the courtyard.

Gab Newell took out a bottle of water and applied it to his face: "It's more difficult to dive in than I imagined. I think the vampire has doubted me. Emilia said that the mask is valid for three days and we must complete the task within three days."

The woman in a low-cut sleeveless skirt covered her chest with tears in her eyes, and she twisted Gab Newell's waist angrily.
Chapter completed!