son-in-law of blood

Chapter 129 Good Brother!
Bloom's slightly pale face was blushing abnormally.

The reason for this was the few magic stones placed in front of the bearded middle-aged man after he was welcomed into the room.

Bloomer carefully lifted one of the pieces, carefully looked at it for a long time under the bright lights in the room, and after a while, he showed admiration:

"The quality is so high. These magic stones should be of the highest grade. They are really rare!"

After speaking, he took it in his hand and rubbed it carefully.

The middle-aged man on the opposite side laughed, and a thick and bold voice sounded:
"If Your Excellency the Viscount likes it, these magic stones, together with the amethyst you just gave me, can be regarded as a face-to-face gift for my brother!"

Bloom quickly put down the magic stone, waved his hands again and again and said, "Brother, what are you talking about? It's the first time you and I have met. Brother, how can I accept such a valuable thing from you?"

Bloomer had begun willingly calling himself a brother to the middle-aged man whom he had seen for less than a quarter of an hour.

The charm of money!
The middle-aged strong man's face turned serious, and his tone quickly dropped:
"Your Excellency, the Viscount, are you looking down on me? What kind of precious things are these rags? If you don't accept them, I will leave immediately without saying a word!"

Bloom showed a look of embarrassment, and struggled for a long time before finally "reluctantly" taking these high-grade magic stones into his arms.

"That's right! I have always been so straightforward in making friends in Tamilda, and I don't like to be twitchy."

The middle-aged man named Tamilda laughed loudly.

Bloomer was also smiling at this time, and at the same time began to inquire about the identity of the middle-aged man:

"I don't know where the old man is now?"

The middle-aged man paused when he heard the words, shook his head after a while, sighed and said:

"Do some small business, just make a small fuss, alas..."

Seeing the middle-aged man's mood drop suddenly, Bloom realized in his heart that although he is a son of a nobleman who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, he still has at least a sense of vigilance. He sends money.

Thinking of this, after all, it is the shortest way to eat others, and to be soft on others, Bloomer knew it was a trick, but he still asked:

"Brother, what's the secret? Why don't you tell me and let the younger brother listen, maybe there will be a solution."

The middle-aged man showed gratitude, leaned forward, grabbed Bloomer's hands and said, "I don't know, brother, I am the captain of a slave hunting team, and I have encountered some big troubles these days!"

Bloom's pupils shrank slightly. He knew about the slave hunting team. Most of the people there were vicious and vicious. Meat is not taboo.

He even heard that some slave catchers would even eat the corpses of these non-human races, which is called cruelty.

Thinking of this, Bloom couldn't help being a little scared. As the saying goes, barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes. Even though he has a noble status, he is somewhat helpless against these vicious people.

After all, these people don't care whose brother-in-law you are.

Therefore, in general, Bloomer, who has always been pampered, is still very afraid of people engaged in these dangerous occupations.

But at this time, the middle-aged strong man was holding his hands tightly, and he couldn't just get away from it, so he could only smile wryly and say:

"It turns out that my brother is a slave catcher. It's really surprising, but I don't know what difficulties my brother has encountered?"

The middle-aged strong man let go of one hand and slapped the table hard. The loud noise made Blumer, who was already worried about gain and loss, tremble. Then, a rough curse came:

"Those bastards who should be burnt to slag in hell, dare to ambush me, poor half of my brothers, actually died in a tribe of barbarians! These hateful bastards, don't let me be here If you meet them, my lord, I will smash their bone marrow and eat these offals raw!"

As he spoke, he pursed his lips involuntarily.

On the side, Bloom's hands were still firmly grasped by the other hand of the middle-aged strong man. Hearing what the middle-aged strong man said, recalling all the rumors about slave catchers he had heard in the past, he couldn't help but burst into tears on his forehead. Several layers of sweat broke out, and his face turned pale.

"Eh? Brother, what's the matter with you, oh, did I scare you, haha, I'm sorry, we are rough people, we are used to being brutal, don't take offense."

Bloomer quickly shook his head like a rattle, and said, "It's okay, it's okay, that... I don't know what little brother can do for those brothers who died?"

Feeling the pain from his hands, Bloomer frowned and asked.

The middle-aged man sighed and said: "Brother, I am going to gather people to attack that tribe to avenge my brother, but...but I have no choice but to have no weapons at hand!"

A gleam flashed in Bloomer's eyes, and he said hastily, "I don't know what weapons and equipment my brother needs."

The middle-aged man said: "Those barbarians have thick skin and thick flesh, and they are extremely powerful. It is difficult for ordinary people to be opponents in close combat, so some long-range weapons are needed."

Bloom swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and asked tentatively, "The Demon-Breaking Bow?"

The middle-aged man slapped the table and said happily:
"Brother, you can get the Demon-Breaking Bow!"

Bloomer looked constipated: "I don't know how much you need, brother?"

The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, then stretched out five fingers:
"five hundred?"

Tamilda shook her head.

"Five thousand!"

Nodding his head, at the same time, his hand strength gradually increased.

Bloomer gasped, and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him in shock.

The middle-aged man still held Bloomer's hand fiercely with one hand, scratched his head with the other hand, and said embarrassedly:

"Is it a bit embarrassing, alas, who made me have too many brothers... But brother, don't worry, I can buy it at a price that is [-]% higher than the market price, and I hope you can be flexible..."

Feeling the rough and powerful palm of the middle-aged man, Bloom hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded slowly:
"Okay! I'll do my brother a favor today, who made us hit it off right away?"

The middle-aged man was overjoyed when he heard the words, and at the same time let go of Bloomer's hand, saying:

"Haha, brother is really refreshing. I read it right today. From now on, we will be brothers like brothers!"

Bloomer rubbed his reddened palms, and said with a sneer:

"Yes, yes, brother, we are brothers."

……

"That's how it is. When the time comes, I'll go directly to the [Guinsoo Rage] Chamber of Commerce to get it, and you can ask the Chamber of Commerce for the extra [-]% of the money."

Bloomer nodded, and after the two chatted for a while, the middle-aged man finally left under Bloomer's relieved gaze.

After leaving the hotel, the middle-aged strong man turned around and came to a dark alley. After a while, there was a low voice in the alley:

"Shuttle through hell!"

A few minutes later, at a deserted corner not far from the path, Xillen suddenly appeared in a fine attire, patted the messy corners of his clothes, and walked towards the "Born Thorn" hotel with a smile.

　Thanks for the reward of "One Dance, One Life Suffering"
　　Going out to a party, one more... sorry

　　
　
(End of this chapter)