The Original Vampire

Early in the morning, the city lord's mansion of Clover City.

Ron pushed away the strange woman who was wrapped in the sheets beside her, his eyes flashed across her bare white skin, but did not stop.

But the woman seemed to still have some meaning, and came up coquettishly.

Ding.

It wasn't until Ron tossed a few silver coins that the woman stopped struggling, put on her clothes smilingly, and left the room.

Ron rubbed his slightly painful head, put on his robe and walked to the French window of the bedroom, and yanked the huge curtain open.

The sun was shining outside the window, and it was another good morning.

Unfortunately, Ron's mood was not good.

It has been almost half a year since Queen Aisha was appointed as the lord of Alfalfa City, and Ron's blood has been extinguished by the cold reality.

Originally, he thought this was an opportunity to revitalize the Rutte family, but now it seems that this place is simply a huge pit with no bottom.

This huge pit has swallowed almost all of Ron's enthusiasm and hope, and perhaps will continue to swallow the glory and inheritance of the Rutte family.

In the past, even if the Rutte family had been deprived of the title by Queen Aisha for participating in the Savoy family rebellion, Ron would not touch those dirty and humble civilian women.

But now, Ron has given up on himself.

Even if the noble blood of the Rutte family was allowed to flow out to the homes of those lowly common people, it was better than cut off.

咚咚.

The door was lightly tapped twice, and Ron responded softly.

Immediately, an older maid came in with a noble gown and began to dress Ron.

The maid's movements were a bit rude, Ron's brows kept frowning, but he didn't say much.

In the current situation of the Rutte family, they can no longer afford the young, beautiful and ingenious maid. Ron is worried that if he scolds the maid in front of him, no one will help him dress.

This is actually a very serious problem for the nobles, because the nobles' dresses are very troublesome, and without the help of servants, they can't wear them well.

Many civilians like to tease "stupid nobles can't even wear their own clothes", but in fact, if they really want to try the nobles' dresses on their own, they will be completely dumbfounded.

Just as Ron endured the maid's rough hands, the door was knocked again.

Afterwards, I saw my son Jason walk in strode and reported in the mouth:

"Father, a caravan from the north entered Clover City last night."

"Caravan? From the North?"

"Yes."

Ron frowned tightly, as if he couldn't believe that a caravan dared to come to Clover City.

You know, Clover City, as a "chaos city" sandwiched between the north, east, and half-elf kingdoms, has always been a paradise for criminals.

Therefore, although its geographical location is very advantageous and suitable as a transit point for cross-border trade, as long as it is a normal-minded businessperson, they will not choose the route here.

Could it be that who was stunned, who didn't know the situation of Clover City at all, so that he rushed in?

"Which chamber of commerce are they? How many people are there?"

"This caravan did not play its banner, so I don't know which chamber of commerce they belong to. However, their caravan is not large in number, only a dozen people, and there is also an unknown mercenary squad escorted. There are not a hundred people either."

It's really a little bit froze.

Ron thought to himself that people would dare to do cross-border trade even if they didn't go to Alfalfa City, they would be targeted by thieves on the chaotic border.

"Forget it, don't worry about them." Ron waved his hand casually, already considering the caravan as dead in his heart.

Jason hesitated, but still reminded: "Father, do you remember the information we just obtained in the north?"

"What information?"

"It is the North Border Foreign Trade Company established by Earl Anglia. According to the order issued by the Duke of St. Hilde, now only this company can carry out the foreign trade in the North Border."

Ron reacted when he heard this.

It turns out this is a smuggling caravan!

No wonder if you don't play the banner, it's no wonder you have to go to Clover City.

Only in this chaotic city can they escape the northern border patrol and conduct foreign trade privately.

Seeing his father’s face changed, Jason suggested: “Father, we should send someone to control this caravan, find out the main messenger behind them, and then **** them to Silvermoon City. In this way, Queen Aisha He will definitely be very satisfied with Earl Anglia, and the support you have always wanted may be lost."

Ron listened to his son's suggestion, not only was he not moved, but frowned.

After thinking about it for a while, he slowly spoke and asked, "Do you think a small smuggling caravan can exchange Queen Aisha or Count Angele for the support of Alfalfa City?"

Jason suddenly became speechless.

In fact, he also understands the embarrassing situation of Clover City, knowing that no matter whether it is Earl Anglia or Queen Aisha, under the current circumstances, he will not really send troops to the city to help the Rutte family.

A small smuggling caravan obviously cannot change the overall situation.

"It's not wrong to try..." Jason said unwillingly.

Ron shook his head, a sly flash in his eyes, and said: "No, we shouldn't catch this caravan. Instead, we should indulge them through Alfalfa City and even provide a little convenience in secret."

"Why?" Jason obviously didn't keep up with his father's thinking, suddenly a little dumbfounded.

"A small smuggling caravan is useless if you catch it. Queen Aisha and Earl Anglia may reward you with something insignificant, but they will never send a large army to Clover City.

But what if Alfalfa City becomes a ‘smuggling holy land’ between the northern border and the outside world? "

Jason's eyes lit up, and he finally remembered, and immediately said: "Then Earl Anglia will never sit back and watch!"

"That's right." Ron smiled and nodded, and said contentedly, "The North Border Foreign Trade Company is involved in such a large interest. If these smuggling caravans are allowed to gather in Alfalfa City, they will continue to dig the corners of this company and damage it. The majesty of the St. Hilde family, hehe, will Count Anglia be able to resist leaving Alfalfa City at that time?"

Jason was also excited, and seemed to see the prosperity of Clover City after becoming a "smuggling holy land", but then he asked with a little worry:

"But father, we just sit and watch the smuggling caravan unimpeded in Alfalfa. Will Earl Anglie blame the Rutte family for this?"

"What can we do?" Ron spread his hands together and smiled. "Although I am the city lord of Clover in name, everyone knows that the real owner of this city is someone else, even Count Angele. After the blame, we also have reasons to shirk responsibility."

Jason nodded and agreed, "Okay, father, I'll send someone to stare at the caravan, to prevent anyone with short eyes from using them."

Ron stopped his son, sneered and asked, "If the Clover Brothers really want to move the caravan, can you keep them?"

Jason was stunned for a while.

Although he does not want to admit it, the current order of Clover City is indeed in the hands of the Clover Brotherhood, and their Rutte family, an "official force", can't cover the place.

"Then...what should we do?" Jason asked depressedly.

"We don't have to do anything." Ron said flatly, seeing his son look confused, he asked, "Where do you think this caravan's destination is?"

To come to Alfalfa City from the north, you can only go to the half-elf kingdom or the east, but Jason's eyes rolled and he instantly understood what his father meant, and immediately said:

"They should go to the East!"

"Yes. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Ron nodded and smiled, "So, as long as this caravan is not stupid, it must have already greeted the East Territory. Since they dare to go to Alfalfa City, it means that The Alfalfa Brotherhood should have received the information in advance, and at most charge them some tolls, it won’t really move them..."

Boom boom boom.

At this moment, the door was knocked again.

Ron responded, and then saw his sheriff come in and reported:

"My lord, a businessman came to report the crime just now."

Ron's heart jumped and he asked quickly, "Is it the man from the caravan who entered the city last night?"

"Yes."

"What case did they report?"

"They said that important things from the caravan were stolen last night!"

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