Saint

Chapter 49: the night feast of the cheater (1)

The magic crystal lamp flickered a few times, went out, and the room was dark. Peggy Don Reinschmann closed the letter in his hand, frowned and shouted to the servant to replace the damned lamp, but there was no response. Before the master sleeps well, the maid next to him is not qualified to sleep first. It's 1 o'clock in the morning, push the window open, the temperature at night drops and the humid air makes the dark and Sleeping land floating with wisps of white fog. From this perspective, the garden and nursery around the manor, the dense branches and leaves of those cypresses and Chinese parasol trees, and the twists and turns of the low shrubs, as if in the white smoke, it has a soul, trembling and making a "sand" sound. Occasionally, there was a slight metal sound of armor friction when the patrol guards were walking. Night is always mysterious. The spirits in the story are always haunting the woods by the stream, the garden under the moonlight, or a shoemaker workshop in need. Peggy has never been a leisurely kid. When she was five years old, she was a nanny reading a new fairy tale for her in front of the bed. The poor match girl in it lit the last match in the cold and hunger. Peggy yawned and threw the children's book into the burning fireplace in front of the nanny. "Fairy tale, is to make me happy, if it makes me feel unhappy, then it has no value of existence." the nanny can't forget, the child just a few years old, declared to her with a mature tone. Peggy is used to categorizing things around her, labeling them as interests, things that can help her, can make her happy, can cause trouble, disgusting... And so on. She uses her brain to price them, and is ready to bid or destroy at any time. Maybe there are some more subtle things that can't be measured by normal values. Peggy doesn't care. In her world, everything should be kept in its own way, placed in the conspicuous place of the window, or in the corner full of spider webs. As for compassion, softness and even love, they are all weak things. Peggy doesn't like her weakness. In the arena, she should be the last Gladiator to live;In the wild jungle, she should be the beast at the top of the food chain;In the burning city, she should be a female warrior who cuts down the enemy's head with a sword and strolls between the fire and the body. Always better than others, that's the only purpose of Peggy's survival. But in the world, to live, you have to face compromise. A few days ago, Peggy learned about the family's secret through some channels. Reinschmann needs to be friendly with the emperor in essence. When he is the master of a country and does not have two forces with the most powerful family, he will face the result that everyone is not willing to face. Just like two tigers, when they snatch food, they earn all over the body, but when they are full, they still have to go back to the nest respectably. Otherwise, they will continue to use their claws to communicate with their teeth, and they will only be cheap to spy on the hyenas. It's necessary to have buffer points. Lancaster has had four queens. It's time for the fifth queen. The candidate is Peggy. In other words, for the sake of political interests, Peggy was priced and ready to be sold. Maybe for others, it's a matter of great glory, but for the first lady, it's a shame. It's only her who decides the future of others, not others. Today, the Holy One, the noble Ioan VIII, is nearly 50 years old, and his highness Crown Prince is just a young boy. It is said that his majesty Ioan suffered from poisoning before he ascended the throne and was lucky to recover his life, but his health was damaged. At least it can be seen from the fact that he had an heir when he was more than 30 years old. If the family finally decides, then Peggy must choose a husband from the old man who has problems in sexual ability and the child who doesn't understand nothing. Peggy clenched her teeth and closed the window, but she suddenly noticed that there was a problem. Until now, the maid has not yet pushed the door in. In the dark behind us, there was a looming figure. "Who?" Peggy snapped, hoping to attract the attention of the guards outside. "Please forgive me for my offence, respected lady." the figure replied, "my name is Ann Kaulio. I think you know my brother's name. It's just after receiving your kind words that I came here." "Shadow Walker's sister?" Peggy is not used to talking with others in the dark, "you put out the light? Do assassins in the underground world deal with the master in this way?" "Please forgive me. I have to sneak in so that I won't attract people's attention. And darkness is the best camouflage." Ann Corleone pointed, and the magic crystal lamp was as bright as ever again. Peggy looked at the visitors. She was a young girl, with blonde hair and green eyes. Her small body was wrapped in a dark Cape, and most of her face was covered by a veil. The girl handed a letter to Peggy. The first lady pulled out the lacquer on the envelope and took out the letter paper and Keepsake inside. "I think you and shadow walker are clear, but I don't think that people who don't even show their faces will have any sincerity." "Sir, before the formal signing of the contract and the payment of the money, no businessman will give the goods to the buyer. Similarly, before you officially cooperate with us, I will not show you the real appearance. For assassins, the disguise of appearance is also a means of concealment." "Are you not afraid to let this cooperation fail because of the offense?" "You need us, and we also need you, magnanimous people, who won't mind this little thing." the other party replied. Is it about my size? Peggy thought with interest, she gestured to the other side to sit down, but Ann Corleone slightly bowed, "Sir, in front of you, we have no position." Oh, I know how to express compliments, but I also have the courage to bargain. I'm a good woman. At least better than those delicate embroidered pillows in the capital. "Sir, although you want us to join you, many details are not clear. Is it independence or replace it?" Ann Corleone asked, she and her brother must understand the real intention of this young lady, is it to let them be independent from Igor Andehi's gang and become Peggy's private armed forces, or Peggy wants the underground world to reshuffle. She and she both hope for the latter. "Igo Andres is too powerful and his father is too kind to him," Peggy said. "I understand, but I hope you can send soldiers, and we can provide Andres with solid information." an suggested. This is a move that Peggy made without her family's knowledge. She can't let her father know, "no way. Let the shadow Walker solve it by himself. I can guarantee that Lancaster won't be annoyed by it and take revenge on you." "Andres said the same thing in the underground world, and the round table Council supported him." "That's none of my business." Peggy chuckled, and then said arrogantly, "if you can't even do this, then what do I want you to do?" An was silent for a while, "as you wish. Please do what you promised." "Andres's head is the witness of the covenant." "Your will will be Andres's destiny." Ann Corleone retreated and disappeared in the shadow. As in the time of Tathagata, there was no trace. Peggy crumpled the letter and threw it into the fire. "Give me a cup of hot tea." she called out. This time, the maid soon appeared in front of the door, carrying a silver plate with a shallow bottom, and the top of the teapot was steaming. "Just now the light was off, I asked you why you didn't agree." Peggy pulled several strands of the head silk around the delicate face back to her ears and asked casually. "Miss, I've been in the outer room, I didn't really hear what you said, and I didn't see the light in the inner room turned off." the servant replied in alarm. Wonderful ability, Peggy thought. She needs a private soldier who only listens to herself. Yes, she is the only one who listens to her, not the whole family. Fulan Fleur stood and watched. He was standing in one of the dense highways between the Golden Horn Bay towns. The carriage stopped at the side of the road, and xiaobis lit a bunch of dry branches and weeds. His face was full of smoke marks. A pheasant was plucked from its feathers, and oil was constantly dripping in the fire, making the fireworks burn more vigorously. "Now where are we going?" Fulan asked. He fell asleep for several days and just woke up. The last time was two days, which was extended to three days. Just after leaving the city through the tunnel, he couldn't help being tired and passed out. "It has entered the hinterland of the Bay, but it's been unlucky." Cregan sat on a stone, and the side of his shoes were all chewed chicken bones. "In the morning, he passed a small town, and it was the foothold of the merchant old Aifu. He wanted to get some money from him, but he died a few days ago." "Get some money?" "It's tiring to talk to people like you. In the west, I took care of many businesses of Lao Aifu, and he was a man who lived by buying and selling stolen goods. He was connected with many black market auctions and earned a lot of money. Now I'm in trouble, he always has to give some blood to help. But a killer fire, so that guy can no longer enjoy the accumulated wealth." Xiaobisi said, "no money, we have to think about the next way." "It's easy to say if you have money. You wanted to go on a smuggler's boat and hide from the sea for a year and two years, but the road is not working, and smugglers recognize money but not people." Cregan is very depressed. "Well, let's get some money first." Fulan said, "of course, with reasonable means." Jo Kaulio issued an order in the gang branch outside Haide City, "focus on those guys and report intelligence at any time." "The head means to let them die." the head of the branch questioned. According to his idea, it was settled directly, and this matter was over. "Leader Andres ordered me to take over the branch." Joe looked at the other side's face, "what I said, you don't need to understand, just need to implement." What comes hard is the worst strategy. What Joe wants is a dragon who is willing to work for himself. "Maybe I should inform the head first." the head of the branch insisted. Answer his hand on the neck, "focus on those guys." Joe repeated. The head of the branch coughed and glared at Joe with malicious eyes, "the consequences are on his own." "No problem, I'll take all the consequences." No one's against it this time.