Walking off the carriage, the cold wind from the lake blew on [Enster Fuller]'s face, causing him to subconsciously tighten his neck.

When he was invited to meet at the hotel where Baron Granahi stayed, Fuller was full of hope.

However, when Fuller saw rows of carriages parked in the hotel open space and the coachman waiting in the corner of the leeward wall, his enthusiasm cooled a little.

The guard wearing a saber checked the invitation letter, opened the door for Fuller without saying a word, and made a "please" gesture.

"Don't you need to search?" Fuller pretended to be relaxed and funny.

The guard looked at Fuller up and down, smiled slightly contemptuously, and replied in a stiff tone: "Within five steps, no one is the enemy of the Lord."

Fuller nodded politely, not taking it seriously.

Walking into the living room, Fuller's mood became heavier.

Everyone is here.

From Mayor Wupper's hard-core supporter Old Schmid to Mayor Servette's loyal ally like "Iron Hand" Geisberg;

From a large workshop owner with eleven forgings, to a small businessman who inherited only the next specialty workshop like Fuller;

All sellers who participated in the bargaining alliance appeared in Baron Granashi's living room.

Fuller hid his fear in his heart. He first found the elderly and the big workshop owner to greet him one by one, and then walked towards several small workshop owners he knew about them on weekdays.

"What's going on?" Fuller asked in a low voice.

"I don't know what to do!" A small workshop owner who is familiar with Fuller frowned: "I'm confused, too."

"Is it possible that the little baron wants to show off completely?"

"Showdown? What cards can be sold? As long as we don't let go, what cards can he have? If he doesn't buy them in the steel fort, where can he sell them to him?"

"That's right, it's right..."

The firewood was peeling in the hearth of the fireplace, the fire was burning vigorously, the living room was as hot as an iron smelting workshop, but Fuller's heart was as cool as his own forge.

"Oh, the imperial guy is really stingy, too." A small workshop owner unbuttoned the buttons of his collar and muttered, "Please come over, don't even give me some thirst quenching."

The door was pushed open, and the Baron's personal priest and interpreter Kaman walked into the living room.

The iron hand Geisberg, who had been waiting impatiently, stood provocatively in front of Father Kaman and asked in a rough voice: "Where is the Baron?"

Kaman replied politely: "The Baron is ill and cannot meet the guests."

A sound of dissatisfaction suddenly sounded in the living room.

"Then what did he ask us to do?" The iron hand Gesberg's face turned from black to purple, almost bleeding: "Take us?"

"Please come, of course, to discuss business." Kaman's expression was as calm as a lake, without any fear or retreat.

The iron hand roared like thunder: "No one can see you, what's there to talk about!"

"The Baron suddenly had a bad disease, and all matters of all sizes are now decided by the wife." Kaman raised his voice slightly, but his tone was still so gentle: "The baron's business dealings with you will be decided by the wife in the future."

While the Lords of the Forgings were still understanding what the priest said, the door leading to the inner room opened again.

A young lady who was so graceful and bright that she couldn't help but hold her breath came into the living room generously.

...

[The night before]

"You really want to... let me make the decision?" Anna leaned against Winters' chest, with no joy on her face, but she felt a little panic.

Winters sniffed Anna's hair with all his heart and asked in confusion: "Aren't you always the one who makes the decision?"

"But that's different!" Anna became extremely anxious. She sat up from the bed, looked at Winters, and asked with some annoyance: "I shouldn't show up casually, let alone interact with strange men. People would say

You gossip, you will gossip me, they will talk about something ugly…”

Winters didn't hear what Anna was saying at all. His eyes didn't blink, staring at Anna's wonderful body curves.

Ms. Navare was so shy that she never refused to be honest with Winters under good lighting conditions, so Winters had never had the experience of viewing the scenery. At this moment, a once-in-a-lifetime fighter jet appeared, Winters

How could I be blinded by a few words?

Anna was alert to discover something strange, immediately pulled up her nightgown, grabbed the pillow and smashed it at Winters, but was perfectly caught by Winters.

Then Winters was kicked out of bed.

The intimate contact between the hips and the floor, as well as the friendly collision between the forehead and the chest of drawers, caused two loud noises in a row.

Then, like pushing down the domino, a series of heavy footsteps quickly approached Winters' bedroom along the living room, corridor, and stairs.

Finally, Koch, who was in charge of the vigil, rang out of the door.

Koch couldn't hide his panic: "How are you? What happened? Your Excellency."

"It's okay!" Winters answered in pain.

"Is it really okay?" Koch was skeptical.

Winters climbed into bed with difficulty: "It's okay."

Koch muttered a few words and left with some concern.

After finally sending off his overly conscientious subordinate, Winters turned to look at Anna, but found Anna sitting at the head of the bed with a quilt in her arms, tears in her eyes.

The quilt is like a barrier between two people.

Winters carefully lifted the quilt: "I know you're scared. But I'm not worried about you at all, do you know why?"

Anna snorted, wiped away her tears, and ignored Winters.

"Because I totally understand your emotions now." Winters approached Anna a little bit: "You feel nervous, scared, and at a loss, like when I first went to the battlefield. But when you really stepped into the battlefield, everything

Uneasiness and anxiety will disappear in an instant. Because what you are going to do is something you are fully qualified to do."

Anna lets Winters pull herself into her arms.

“Instead of letting you hide behind the scenes to give advice, I want you to go on stage. I trust you, just like trusting my eyes and hands. Not only do I believe in your abilities, but even my father said, ‘Navare

The lady will do something more than her mother'."

Winters tampered with the original words of his adoptive father and cut out the second half of the content in kindness.

"So what General Serbiati said?" Anna asked suspiciously.

"Of course." Winters' face turned red slightly, but fortunately the light was dim and so it was not obvious: "He also said you could hold up half of the Venetta!"

Anna burst into tears and laughed: "Lie."

"Okay, just laugh." Winters breathed a sigh of relief and hugged Anna in his arms: "I felt my heart tugged when I saw you crying. Don't worry about someone rumoring, they will eventually be amazed at you

The wisdom is more than your beauty.”

Anna sighed softly.

"Actually, the reason why I hope you will have a little selfishness when dealing with those workshop owners." Winters changed his tone and enlightened Anna from another perspective: "I really hate hypocritical social engagements with those workshop owners."

Anna nipped Winters' arm and said angrily: "Are you saying I like hypocritical social engagements?"

"I mean you're better at it." Winters got darker and darker as he drew.

"Forget it, let you go this time." Anna snuggled up to Winters, exhaling as if to Lan: "You have never told me about your first time on the battlefield."

Anna's exhaled air brushed through Winters' chest, making Winters feel a little itchy. But he still rigorously corrected his previous mistake: "To be precise, that battle can only be called a battle, and the scale is not enough to be called a battlefield.

It's just a small-scale gang jump battle against a group of pirates."

"Tell me."

“It’s a bit late…”

“It’s still growing at night.”
Chapter completed!