Chapter 230: Undercurrents

And because of this channel, it greatly expanded other formal commercial financial channels, which was considered to be a great contribution and was quickly promoted to its current position.

Vincent's mansion is on the edge of the Lake of Stars, and is understood by the noble neighbors around him. Vincent is a businessman who has done many charity, so he was officially awarded the title of jazz. Moreover, this honorary jazz makes the neighbors around him feel very good.

Although I have only moved here for two and a half years, my manners and demeanor are the most graceful aristocratic example, and I often have a decent smile on my face and are polite.

However, these people never knew that at night or during the day, there were always many people of this room without attention. All kinds of orders were issued from here, and after a series of procedures, they finally arrived at the hands of those who were called social scum by his neighbors.

It seems like a joke. The Folits' family is less than 200 meters away from Vincent's place of residence, but what happened in the past few days was because Vincent went to other provinces, so he didn't know at all. As for Vincent's servants, they didn't even know that their gentle and humble master was the leader of the Thieves Guild.

When the Folits and his son returned to their room to sleep, the lights were still on in Vincent's mansion. In the office on the first floor, there were several people standing or working. Behind a huge desk was the thin Vincent. He was not tall and thin, and he looked even shorter when he sat there.

But everyone in the room was vaguely centered on him, and if a stranger walked into this room for the first time, I am afraid that the first person he saw was Vincent. The power of a person was not based on his body shape and appearance, but on something more essential.

Vincent held a quill in his left hand, but instead of writing, he was spinning there subconsciously, as if he was playing with a dagger, and his right hand gently clasped the table. Several people around him were either burly or fat men. If a person who was familiar with the situation in Matt City would be surprised to recognize the vice president of the Mercenary Guild, the captain of a squadron of the City Guards, and several successful businessmen from these people.

One of them stood in front of the big table, sweating on his forehead and did not dare to wipe it. This man looked very tall and strong, with scars on his face and extremely fierce, but now his expression was completely timid, and he respectfully hung his hands on both sides of his body. The whole room was filled with Vincent's low and hoarse voice:

"After I came to this city, I only killed more than a dozen people. There were only four people in the organization. The reason why we are so valued by those in the imperial capital is not because we can fight and kill, but because we can make money and make a lot of money for the superiors."

As he spoke, the sound of tying in his hand suddenly became louder and his tone became stern:

"That Salson drove a small cloth shop in the east of the city. He had already suffered no less than ten lives in his hand. Now he finally touched the iron plate. Who is he? Do you think he is a bandit around the business road?"

The voice suddenly became stern, and everyone around him looked terrified. The big man in front of him almost fell to the ground. A businessman around him dressed up and cleared his throat and said:

"Boss, Salson was also the most dedicated person when he was working under the Blood Wolf. He also made great contributions to us. This time he was not lucky, and it was also because there was indeed something wrong with the intelligence operation here."

Speaking of this, the vice president of the Mercenary Guild there was a little annoyed and stood up to argue:

"If there is no important news, the practice is to allow spies to feedback the news the next day, saying that I, didn't the news from the city guards come here in time?"

The man dressed in the city guards over there, heard this, stood up from the chair, pointed at the vice president of the mercenary and cursed loudly:

"If I knew, wouldn't I be handing over here? That Tomp completely blocked the news."

The field has become a quarrel, but everyone is looking at Vincent, who is sitting there with the corner of his eyes. Their quarrel is all about ruling their reasons. Vincent also understands in his heart. With a light cough, the field suddenly becomes quiet, he looks around coldly, and says:

"Salson went to the business road and continued to be his horse bandit. He came here to whip a hundred whips. The clerk in charge of the intelligence of the Mercenary Guild cut off one ear. You must keep a close eye on the news about the city guards and Tomp. This matter is definitely not as simple as chasing the fugitives."

As soon as these punishment measures were expressed, the strong man and everyone present had an expression of amnesty on his face. The strong man nodded repeatedly and assured:

"Boss, thank you for your magnanimity. That bastard Salson, I will definitely come to execute the execution in person and let him return to the business road honestly."

Seeing the relaxed expressions of these people under his command, Vincent sighed and said slowly:

"Do you know why I never arranged anything there in Tusca? I once received a commission there to observe a battle between the Holy Blood Sword Saint Lekins and provide help when necessary, but in that gravel town that was too small, there was a monk close to the Holy Land. I thought at the time that our people would blackmail or rob, how terrible the consequences would be!"

The faces of the people around him showed a look of shock. There was a hidden sanctuary near the city, which means that many actions must be changed. The behavior of the thieves under his command must be restrained, and the collection of horse bandits and protection fees must also be avoided.

"No matter what method you use, please calm the descendants of this Paladin, and don't take the liberty of offending any powerful enemy, let alone a warrior who is at least not less than level 14."

The late night in Matt City today was not calm. Viscount Tomp, who had always been concerned about nightlife, had dispersed all the servants in the inner house and were waiting there restlessly. It was obvious that he was in a state of uneasy at this time and kept walking around the table.

Dangdang's two bells sounded, and Topp stood there nervously. A servant outside pushed open the door. The servant looked no respectful at all, just lowered his head and said:

"Young Master, your guest is here."

As he said that, he bent down deeply to the outside of the door with a million-fold respectful attitude towards Tomp and did not dare to look up, seven people in long robes slowly walked into the room. The dark green robe and the heads were firmly covered with hoods. When he walked to the center of the room, Tomp was already making gestures desperately, asking the servants at the door to close the door.

But the man ignored it at all. The young viscount's face was already ashen, but he did not dare to get angry. He walked into one of the seven people and waved his hand gently.

The servant obediently covered the door.

"Long time no see, dear jazz"

The person in the hood in the head said in an extremely graceful voice, and a hood next to him hurriedly came over and said a few words. The person in front seemed to laugh a few times, and then said:

"So you are now a viscount, dear sir."

The sound is beautiful and beautiful, but the meaning of teasing inside is extremely obvious. There is no respect. The faces of these people are hidden in the shadow of the hood. It is strange that they shine according to the bright lights in the house, but they do not see the faces being covered by a faint black.

As expected, Tomp couldn't bear it, and took a step forward suddenly. He habitually wanted to reach out and pull the other person's collar. He stopped his hand angrily in the middle of the journey, lowered his voice and shouted:

"A few years ago, you asked me to show my loyalty and frame a nobleman, and I did it. You promised me that nothing would go wrong with this, but now that the waste is back and has become so powerful. Did you ask me to conspire to kill a damn paladin?"

The beautiful laughter, the laughter of these people with hoods can only be described as beautiful, but the sound must contain deep disdain

In his home, he was sneered by several mysterious people so unscrupulously. Viscount Tomp, who had always been arrogant, could no longer hold back his anger.

He rushed up from where he was originally standing, but his movements had just started. He suddenly felt that his whole body was firmly controlled by an invisible shackle. He could not move for a moment. He just stood still and slowly rose to mid-air.

Slowly he floated to the people with hoods. Although his face was hidden in the hood, Tomp, who was floating in the air, still felt the gaze coming from the black shadow. In an instant, Tomp felt that the temperature on his body dropped a lot.

"We have already expressed our friendship to you when you needed help. Now is the time to repay you."

A cold voice drifted in the air, and Tomp's anger had long disappeared. All that was left was the fear in his heart. Suddenly, he found that the force that imprisoned his whole body relaxed a little on his head, and he struggled and said:
Chapter completed!