industrial lord

Chapter 310 Preparations
This winter seems to be colder than in previous years. In previous years, when it was close to the New Year, it was [-] or [-] degrees at noon, but today it was only [-] or [-] degrees, followed by longer periods of sunny weather.

Almost every village within a radius of a hundred miles is busy. Men slaughter animals and chop meat into mud. Peasant women hang stuffed sausages on the racks. Children drive away insects with branches. They take advantage of the good weather to make more and more. Earn a piece of clothing or a pair of shoes for the family.

From time to time, horse-drawn carts and donkey carts came to various villages, and the steward of the chamber of commerce asked if anyone had ordered the sausages in the village. If no one ordered, and the quality was good, then sign a contract.

Garcia's posing as a steward had just left a village. The village chief laughed unscrupulously when he saw her carriage go away, and the people in the village also showed bright smiles.

This year, the cost of sausages has decreased, and the output has increased several times. The price is much lower than in previous years, but this silly girl doesn't know, so she will give it at the price of the previous two years.

The son of the village head ran to the hut next to the grain drying field to solve the problem. When he came out, he accidentally fell and knocked down a small tree that had been planted two days ago.

Garcia's carriage left the village and walked between two lemon orchards. At this time, the orchards were resting, and the surroundings were quiet.

A carriage came oncoming, the driver greeted them according to their own rules, and then turned the carriage to the sides.

The road between the orchards is wide enough for two cars to cross.

There was a middle-aged man in Garcia's carriage, dressed like the most fashionable chamber of commerce manager in the city, wearing "gentlemen's clothes", which is an improved version of the suit that Frederick made here.

The middle-aged man handed a ring to Garcia.

After confirming the ring, Garcia held it in her hand and shook her head five times.

The code was matched, and the middle-aged man asked, "Have you bought the pig's trotter?"

He is a professional messenger, he only knows how to follow the instructions of the boss to find a specific person for questioning, and then bring them back. He doesn't know the meaning of the secret words used.

Sometimes there is more than one messenger like this, and the person in the middle runs away and cannot be found afterwards, and the clue is cut off.

Because of this, in order to avoid distortion of the message during transmission, the secret language is mostly relatively simple.

Garcia replied, "No."

She doesn't know what "pig's trotters" represent, but she knows the order of the questions. Now it's like memorizing the test paper and only holding an answer sheet to do the questions.

The messenger asked again: "Is the pig's trotter the front leg or the hind leg, the left or the right?"

Garcia replied, "The back leg, the left one."

During the question and answer, the carriage walked half a circle around the orchard, and another carriage came from the opposite side, and the bell of the carriage was particularly loud.

Garcia sat alone in the carriage, closing her eyes and thinking seriously.

I reported everything that was ready, and the news from over there was that everything was going on as usual.

She felt a little uneasy, after all, the target of this assassination was not a small family, but that Mafia, who became a legend in Siriji Island and was undeniable.

Among their families, Mafia is a living legend. She took revenge alone, fell in love with the Juggernaut, took less than ten years to take back the property with ruthless methods, and continued to expand. Stories such as Garcia You can recite it backwards by yourself.

Garcia sighed, she didn't want to be an enemy of such a person, but she stretched her hand too far, trying to buy a title from the Kingdom of Sardinia and become the co-ruler of Citrus Island in the sun and in the night.

Power abhors a vacuum.

This island is the royal territory of the Kingdom of Sardinia, but the royal family left too many blood debts when they conquered it a hundred years ago. It has always had limited control over it, and can only collect taxes and recruit mercenaries through the tax system.

On the surface, the task of administrative officials is only to supervise tax collection, and administrative power is divided among large and small families.

All the royal family wanted was money and an army, and it was not a problem to give a title to a general taxpayer. Mafia took a fancy to this.

The small family is willing to obey as before, but Ma Feiya wants to submit, which breaks the bottom line of each family.

Garcia is not worried about retaliation afterwards. According to the tradition here, Richard Nar is just an outsider and is not qualified to participate in "family affairs". If he insists on participating, it will only offend the locals. Home, it is nothing to be afraid of not being able to bring the Wessen State army back.

In addition to survival, what is more exciting is profit.

In the family, once the head of the family dies, the family basically falls apart.

When a whale falls, everything is born, and the family is the same.

Garcia wandered around for a long time, went to several villages to pretend to buy sausages, and returned to the residence at dusk wearing the maid clothes when she went out, carrying a few catties of sausages.

She called Mi Li in her room to change her clothes, and at the same time asked, "What did he do today?"

Mi Li replied: "He plays cards with us, and if he loses, he has to take off his clothes."

"The tailor came this afternoon, and his clothes will be made tomorrow."

Garcia just nodded slightly.

After changing clothes, the old man who watched Frederick send the female workers away on the first day came over.

Garcia asked him, "How are you getting ready?"

The old man replied respectfully: "Mother, the dagger has been coated with poison."

Garcia nodded.

The most important part of this operation still has to be done by our own people, and outsiders are just a cover to attract attention.

There must be a complete set of acting, outsiders must use it well, and the more they are ready to act, the more they must meet his requirements.

Garcia took a deep breath, thinking of what happened at night these days, her face and neck turned red all of a sudden, and she subconsciously turned her head to see if the sun had set outside.

The next afternoon, Garcia attended a salon as a bodyguard and officially showed her face in the circle.

Garcia is domineering in her own territory, but she is not enough to be seen outside. Those parents who are much stronger than her don't take her seriously at all.

Frederick noticed that in the past, there were many conflicts between these people. During the conversation, there were a few times when they exchanged words with each other, but when it reached a certain level, someone would come out to smooth things over, and the two sides would go down the ladder.

They are not trying to save face for those who smooth things over, but they dare not make trouble here.

Frederick stood quietly behind Garcia as if watching a play, like a real bodyguard.

The bodyguards of other people were also looking at him, and many of them showed a trace of contempt on their faces, thinking that he was just a little boy.

Frederick didn't care, and responded with a warm smile.

Three days later, the party hosted by Mafia began.

On the carriage, Garcia seriously instructed again: "Remember, when you are dancing with Tarkhov, lead her to where I am, and I will meet you."

Frederick said calmly: "I remember. You should also remember that the money and the departing ship are ready."

(End of this chapter)