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Chapter 134 People Who Make Choices

Rewind the time not so long ago.

In the servants' lounge of the Crystal Palace, the luxuriously dressed nobles curled up on the ground, listening to the roar and screams not far away in fear.

At this moment, everyone had a delicate contract paper in their hands, and everyone lowered their heads, looking at the written regulations on the paper blankly and uneasy.

"Mr. Earl... Are you saying that as long as this contract is signed, we will be blessed by the Deep Sea Company?"

After a long time, someone finally made a cautious inquiry.

Edmund raised his eyes and found that the person holding the contract paper was an older, slightly fat middle-aged nobleman. He was nervously looking at the count's face, and his small eyes shone with calculation.

"You are?" Edmund slowly took out the deformed cigarette case from his pocket, and pulled out a crumpled cigarette.

The lights in the servants' rest area were quite dim, and the orange light of the kerosene lamp was flickering, making it impossible for everyone to see the Earl's expression clearly.

"I...my name is Grover Wolf, and I am a Viscount from the City of Mountains. Our family is currently engaged in gold mining business."

The middle-aged nobleman quickly reported his name, and he took the initiative to take out a good cigarette case from his arms, and handed it over graciously.

Immediately afterwards, Grover tentatively sent out his own inquiry: "I...I just want to ask, Mr. Earl, is there any room for discussion on the regulations in this contract...?"

"No, the regulations of the Deep Sea Company are already perfect, and we don't accept any discussions."

Edmund flatly rejected the other party's cigarette and proposal, and the man lowered his head and put the crumpled cigarette in his mouth.

As soon as this remark came out, some nobles immediately became dissatisfied.

After getting rid of the perilous situation and gaining a moment of respite, some nobles finally revealed their greedy nature accumulated over the years.

"What do you mean, Count?"

A domineering young man put his arms around his girlfriend and shouted, "How could we possibly sign this contract? These stupid regulations are simply a bad joke!"

"Guys, you must have seen it too!"

He waved the contract paper with a sneer, and read aloud one of the basic regulations: "Deep Sea employees must accept the work requirements put forward by their superiors, perform their duties, and complete tasks..."

"What's wrong with that?"

Edmund interrupted the other party's reading coldly: "Who are you?"

"My name is Richard Christopher, and I am the heir to the Marquis approved by His Majesty the King!"

The young man's tone was always full of arrogance: "Listen, Earl Edmund, my title is much higher than yours, please pay attention to the wording when you talk to me!"

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At this moment, Earl Howard lit the cigarette in his hand with a match, and the dancing flame finally illuminated the man's face clearly.

Edmund was sitting in the very center of this dim space. The man's crumpled tuxedo and white collar were covered with mottled bloodstains, and under the scars left by the shards of the chandelier was a pair of indifferent eyes.

For some reason, looking into those eyes, Richard's high-pitched tone became smaller and smaller.

"Continue your narrative, Lord Marquis."

Edmund exhaled gray smoke, and he stared at the other person's face indifferently: "What is your problem?"

"What's the difference between the person who signed the contract...and the slaves we keep in captivity..."

The marquis heir subconsciously clenched his female companion's white arm, as if trying to gain courage from it: "We will not accept such a slave treaty!"

"You see, that's how stupid you are, Richard."

Edmund smiled: "You are no different from most idiots."

"You...what did you say?!" The young Marquis blushed immediately, "You arrogant and unreasonable fellow! You will be punished by the kingdom's laws!"

"Look at yourself, Marquis, you have inherited all the ridiculous qualities of the King's loyal dog."

Edmund's cold words came to everyone's ears: "Selfishness, shortsightedness, arrogance, treachery... um... there are also people who are arrogant, but turn a blind eye to the cliff that is close at hand."

At this moment, the wild laughter of the pirate captain and the wailing of the Holy Light Knight swept in again, and the nobles felt as if they were falling into an ice cave, and their spines shivered.

"My patience is limited, everyone. After all, I also have a task, and I have no time or interest to engage in meaningless dealings with you."

The earl flicked the cigarette ash towards the ground, and the haze was flying: "As an employee of the Deep Sea Company, I have not become a so-called 'slave', you can rest assured on this point, we will not be too much about your personal freedom. put one's oar in."

"The purpose of our deep sea company is to gather the power of all people to create a bright future together."

Edmund's expression finally became serious, and he raised his voice: "And the real purpose of this contract is to set a bottom line for everyone here!"

"Being... the bottom line of being a human being..."

At this moment, Viscount Grover, who was standing aside, repeated Edmund's words. This viscount, who was immersed in the shopping mall and tried his best, seemed to have understood the other party's intentions.

Just thinking for a moment, the fat middle-aged noble took the initiative to pick up the pen, and signed the names of himself and his descendants at the bottom of the contract.

"My ancestors once established the ancestral precepts, and truly outstanding nobles should abide by those beautiful qualities."

There is no hesitation in his eyes: "I am willing to join the Deep Sea Company and become one of your members."

Edmund smiled, and under the leadership of the Viscount, almost half of the nobles chose to sign their names on the contract paper and officially became one of the employees of the Deep Sea Company.

As a result, those papers changed strangely, and turned into exquisite black gem badges in people's amazed sight, making a soft sound like sea waves.

This is a magical prop shaped by the gods.

The moment they got the badge of the storm, it meant that the loyal dogs of these kingdoms broke the collars on their necks. They completely betrayed their kings and joined the first step in building the deep sea empire.

Of course, the other half, the nobles headed by Marquis Richard, tore up the contract distributed by Edmund.

Interestingly, the nobles who are unwilling to accept the contract regulations are almost all of higher status than those who are willing to sign the contract.

They ridiculed, wantonly satirized those employees who were willing to become slaves, and threatened that those who signed the contract would pay the price of betraying the noble class.

In this regard, Earl Edmund did not express any opinion. The man just smoked a cigarette silently, as if he was waiting for something...

Until the first mocker died madly at the pope's call.

(End of this chapter)