Chapter 106: Fortune Teller (4/10)

   Chapter 106 The Fortune Teller (410)

  At this moment, Viscount Grant didn't mean to be angry or irritable, he just felt an unprecedented tension.

The nobleman frowned, trying his best to think about the meaning behind the actions of the imperial capital: "My father's mission back then was to build a strong port and let the empire take root on the edge of the South Ridge. Your Majesty... let His Majesty the late Emperor bestow the potion, which was the only way to advance to the then ruined Grant family, and a chance to return to the noble class."

   "Father has indeed completed his mission, but he was also seriously injured and unable to take the potion... His Majesty the late emperor entrusted Harrison Port to our family as compensation, which can be regarded as direct control of this place in disguise."

   "Now the imperial capital has sent another inspector knight at the peak of the second energy level. What is this going to do? Do you want to replace me? Do you want to pick the fruits of our family's decades of construction?"

"impossible."

  Thinking of this, Viscount Grant shook his head again. It was not a fluke, but he knew very well that the probability of such a thing happening was too low: "Our Majesty is not a fool, and doing so will not do any good except create chaos."

   "Simply relegating a frontier nobleman, wouldn't he think that this is still the ZTE era of the late emperor?"

  Different from other nobles who are accustomed to addressing the late emperor as the 'Black King', Viscount Grant does not have this habit: "But the question arises...why?"

   It's no wonder that the Viscount was so nervous.

  After all, he understands the reasons for his family's decline and rebirth better than anyone else... and also knows why Port Harrison has been ignored by the imperial capital for decades.

Decades ago, the former emperor Inaiga II died suddenly in his heyday without leaving any will. The original crown prince wanted to inherit the throne, but many princes and princesses claimed that they were the real heirs and launched a coup, causing The Dark Moon turmoil that almost destroyed half of the imperial capital.

  A duke, many high-ranking nobles and sublimators died, and most of the imperial family was removed.

   These are just hearsay. Of course, Viscount Grant cannot know the truth about the turmoil in the imperial capital, which is half a continent away from Terra.

  But he is very clear that his family line is the "confidant" of the late emperor Inaiga II.

The Grant family was originally a military noble of the Tranquil Sea fortress group. They made great contributions during the second Dark Mountain turmoil in the past and were awarded knights. Then, in the first pioneering movement, they built a castle in the north of Shensha Port. The fortress became a very common fortress noble at that time, guarding the frontier.

  Relying on the merits of several generations of guarding the empire's borders and fighting against the chaos of beasts and intelligent aliens, the Grant family finally produced a hereditary viscount.

   But the good times didn't last long, and the third Dark Mountain turmoil broke out.

   This time, the Grant family did not hold on.

Without the support of the fortress, the fief and the people, the Grant family is left with the title of aristocrat. Even if the emperor did not revoke the title because of hard work, he can only continue to fight on the frontier with his own identity. Other frontier nobles who also lost their fortresses hoped for a miraculous victory and regained their territory that had become a virgin forest.

  Until Inaiga II re-used their group of lost landless nobles.

The old Viscount Grant was loyal to the late emperor. Even to the point of death, he felt guilty that he had not completely pacified Nanling for the empire—but the current Viscount is different. He is very clear about his identity in the eyes of the current Emperor of the Empire, the Landkeeper Axel. It completely belongs to the 'remnants of the previous dynasty'.

   At least, not 'one of my own'.

  No matter what the other party wants Harrison Port to do, the more important the matter, the more likely the other party will send someone to replace the Grant family and take Harrison Port into their own hands.

"so troublesome."

  Viscount Grant sighed: "This is a nobleman who is not strong enough."

  Whether all his rights exist or not is just a matter of thought for the real superior.

   And he can also use his family to gild a wave of merit for the knights he admires like the first emperor gilded his father, and then was thrown to a remote place to become a country viscount.

  Yes—no matter how rural it is, it may be better than a real frontier area like Port Harrison.

   But in Port Harrison, there is hope, and freedom!

  Unless he can become a master of the third energy level, become the heart light.

  become the 'cornerstone of the empire'.

  In that case, as long as he is still alive, even if the opponent is the emperor of the empire, it is absolutely impossible to easily deprive him of everything.

  Because the cornerstone of the empire was forged by nobles and sublimators like them!

   "Find a way to find out what that guy's real purpose is."

   Turning his head, Viscount Grant said to Yam and Lamar, with a serious expression on his face: "Send someone to follow him. I want to know his every move, where he goes, and what he does."

   "Master."

  Yam and Lamar looked at each other, the knight shook his head and said: "This patrol knight... is very honest."

   "Honest?"

   Touched his chin, Viscount Grant was a little puzzled: "He made an appointment with me that he would not expel our personnel to follow—this is an agreement, not honesty."

"No, my lord." Lamar said on the other side. The red-haired financial officer turned his head and pointed to the central avenue outside the window of the Viscount's mansion: "Since this morning, our visitor from the imperial capital has taken off his armor, concealed his identity, and has been in the Stay in the Long Gull Tavern."

   "Tavern? He likes to drink? But he doesn't smell of alcohol at all. I can sense that there is no alcohol in his veins."

   Now Viscount Grant was even more puzzled: "The stewed fish at Chang'u is a bit more delicious, and this dog Boli only knew this dish when he was in the guard."

   "Indeed." Even Yam Knight couldn't help complaining: "He made us five years of food, and we also ate five years of stewed fish."

   "Don't mention that dog." Viscount Grant showed an unbearable expression: "What is he going to do?"

   Obviously, neither Yam nor Lamar can answer this question.

at the same time.

  Inside the Long Gull Tavern.

   "Well... this gentleman, your married life is not harmonious, is it?"

In the corner of the tavern, a man with a very good appearance, wearing a somewhat torn astrologer's robe, with a slightly mysterious and decadent expression, was surrounded by a group of drinking buddies, solemnly saying to a sailor with a disturbed expression: "Your Madam is very loyal to you, but you always suspect that the other party is unfaithful—why don't you think about your own problem?"

   "I recommend you go to the pharmacy to buy some concentrated sea cucumber powder, which can effectively supplement nutrition and physical strength."

"Hahahaha, Saide, you early X boy, I said that you are not good at that thing, you are bragging all day long, now you have been exposed!" "That's right, isn't your wife a nice person?" "No, How do you know Seid can't do it?" "Nonsense, there are no women in the sea for more than ten or twenty days, even if Old Bill doesn't know, the fish will know too!"

  Crude laughter and ridicule immediately filled the entire Long Gull Tavern, bringing unexpected joy to a group of sailors and fishermen who were only dreaming and dreaming when they were working.

   No one can tell a joke that doesn't offend anyone—in other words, as long as it is a joke that can offend people, most of it is very funny.

   "Nonsense, nonsense! You liar, you are not at all accurate at divination—"

He withdrew his hand from the 'divinator', and the sailor was furious when he was questioned about 'whether it's okay'. He raised the glass beside him, intending to cover the face of this nonsense fortune-teller in front of him. superior.

   But just before he raised his hand, the fortune teller also stretched out his hand, and a hand with obvious knuckles and thick calluses pressed down on the sailor's arm.

  The angry sailor was still a little bit dissatisfied. He struggled a few times, but was shocked to find that his arm could not move, even...not at all!

   "Chenghui, two Finneys."

Looking into those deep dark green eyes, the sailor named Said swallowed his saliva. He suddenly felt a chill go down his spine, and cursed in a low voice, took out two Finneys from his pocket and slapped them on the table, and then Immediately after the fortune-teller let go, he got up and left, and he staggered out of the tavern while being booed and taunted by acquaintances and strangers.

  Looking at the direction, he most likely went to the pharmacy.

  Watching the marked sailor leave the tavern, the 'Divinator' smiled slightly.

  He put Finney in his arms, and then showed all the other onlookers the seat in front of him.

   "Offer, only two pfennies today."

  The fortune teller said so, waiting for the next guest.

  It's like a spider waiting for its next prey.

  (end of this chapter)