Little Priskin's identity in Maple Stone is an open secret.

The well-known businessmen in Fengshi City know that although Mr. Priskin is young, he is a close comrade-in-arms of Blood Wolf, an important aide to the Lord of Tiefeng County, and the full-right agent of the number one wool smuggler in Xinken Land in Fengshi City.

Of course, the number one wool smuggler in Xinkendi, far away in the sky, the lord of Tiefeng County and the Blood Wolf himself knew nothing about this.

If another child with yellow mouth gave himself so many titles, he would have been regarded as a joke.

The surname "Pliskin" is not helpful. Although the Priskin family is a premier family in Revodan, it is not a wealthy family in Fengshi City, and there is no reputation at all.

However, Little Priskin has a prominent referee - Fernando Leo, senior partner of the Navare family, and the plenipotent representative of the Sea Blue Wool Import and Textile Guild in Paratu.

As we all know, Venetta needs to import massive amounts of wool every year to meet the spinning wheels and looms in textile workshops that will never be full.

But transactions have always been two-way, and Paratu's need to export wool is almost as strong as Venetta's desire for importing wool.

Fernando Leo is a mountain that is absolutely unavoidable on the road from Paratu to Venetta.

Since it was Fernando Leo who personally introduced the little Priskin to the social scene of Maple Stone City, then the wealthy merchants in the capital of the new reclamation land must look at Priskin high - at least on the surface.

Because Fernando Leo does not stay in Maple Stone City most of the time, the little Priskin invisibly plays the role of the middleman in communication with Mr. Leo - even if someone knows that Priskin is bragging, he will not take the initiative to expose it.

In addition, Fengshicheng Social Site originally had a very strong interest in the Tiefeng County rebels.

The Palatuns worship heroes, especially tragic heroes. If the tragic heroes can bring a little rebellious color, it will be like dancing on the most sensitive itch in their souls.

It is no exaggeration to say that if Winters Montane died in the victory of the Battle of Blood Mud, he would immediately become a hero that the New Reclamator and even the Paratus will always remember.

The people of Xinken land will carve statues, build churches, and erect monuments for him. The day he died in battle will gradually turn into a festival, and people will wear blue flowers on that day to commemorate him, and his name will eventually be announced on the roster of saints that day.

His story will be sung in the tavern, recited in the church, told to the next generation by the warm fireplace, and will one day in the future trigger a fierce battle over ownership between the Palatun and the Venetta.

With such a custom, it is not difficult to understand why Little Priskin, a young boy from a remote country, can become the most popular guest in the living room of Maple Stone City overnight:

The young men in Maple Stone City all wanted to learn more about the great martial arts of the Blood Wolf; the unmarried ladies all hoped to hear the legendary story of the ghosts of the Styx again; the elderly were extremely interested in "how the rebels defeated the Khanate of the Terdun tribe with just one county."

So, in a glass of wine, one compliment after another, Little Priskin rose to prominence from "Mr. Priskin from Revodan" to "the close comrade of the Blood Wolf", "the important aide to the Lord of Iron Peak County" and "the full power agent of the number one wool smuggler in Xinken Land".

On the other hand, Little Priskin himself is also very popular:

He looks good, is funny, always with a happy look, knows how to please people; when he is with young people, he does not have the air of "Mr. Priskin", and he can play even if he dares to play; when he is with older people, he knows how to show respect.

Although he loves bragging, he never takes the opportunity to belittle others, so he rarely causes disgust. Even if the audience does not completely believe what he says, he is willing to treat what he tells as an interesting story.

The "Premium" of Maple Stone City welcomed Little Priskin. They greeted him in the driveway, opened the door to him, prepared seats for him next to the dining table, and naturally maintained him everywhere.

For unknown reasons, the Xinkendi Legion never took any action against him.

Little Priskin's identity became an open secret in Maple Stone City.

He even visited Major Ronald, the former military commander of Tiefeng County.

After the Battle of Blood Mud, Major Ronald was released along with other captured officers. The released officer was immediately recalled to the Kings Castle to report his duties, and their families were temporarily placed in Fengshi City.

Due to the unfamiliar life and no one takes care of it, many military officers and their families have encountered various difficulties in their lives.

Little Priskin made his own decision and delivered the "wage arrears" that the former Iron Peak County officers had not yet settled to Mrs. Ronald, and entrusted the latter to distribute it to the families of all the officers on their behalf.

Sometimes, the little Preskin would wake up in his dream, fearing that the military police of the Xinkendi Legion would break in the next second and arrest him and arrest him into the black prison and torture him severely.

He couldn't understand why the Xinkendi Legion had acquiesced to him eat and drink in Fengshi City.

Do you really don’t know? Or do you want to keep a communication channel? Or are you catching big fish on a long line?

However, Little Priskin's question is likely to never be answered - he no longer has to worry about these things.

As the Xinkendi dispatched troops attacked Maple Leaf Fort, General Adams committed suicide, and Little Priskin's good life in Maple Stone City was over.

On the day of the incident, the "Premium" of Maple Stone City immediately discovered that Mr. Priskin from Revodan had disappeared.

Young people may ask questions at the dining table. But the older people will only smile at each other, shrugge, and then warn the younger generations of the family not to mention the name outside again.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! But no one of them expected that within a few days, the "blood wolf's close comrades" secretly returned to the home of the Priskin family's distant relative in Fengshi City.

If the previous Little Priskin's boast was just a polite smile, then he risked his life to sneak back to Maple Stone City this time to win him real respect.

You know, even Fernando Leo has left Maple Stone City early.

But respect cannot be used as gold. Little Priskin himself knew in his heart that the only reason why he was not reported was that the battle in Jinghu County had not yet been decided.

Therefore, when several young men in Maple Stone City who were very familiar with him secretly found him and asked about the relationship between Blood Wolf and Geisa Adonis, Skur Mecklen and others, a loud bang inside the skull of Little Priskin made a loud noise.

He was clearly in a simple dark room, but he really smelled the scent of the suckling pig that had been roasting on low heat for a whole night and lifted the lid.

He picked up the water cup and covered up his inner excitement.

After confirming that several young men from famous families in Fengshi City had to speak but stopped expressions, he took a sip of water, took a leisurely sip of the cup back to its original position, and looked at the people in front of him and smiled freely: "Do you know the result?"

Several young men looked at each other and after repeated silent conversations, one of them replied in a low voice: "I didn't tell us, but I heard a little wind."

The other person couldn't help but speak impatiently: "Mr. Priskin, what is the Blood Wolf..."

Before the other party could finish speaking, the little Preskin raised his hand and the young men immediately closed their mouths.

"Since I haven't told you, I won't tell you." Little Priskin's heart was beating wildly in his chest. He rudely sent out the order to expel guests, signaling the white-headed Roger beside him to see him off: "Just use this sentence to go back and hand in the service."

Several young men wanted to speak, but seeing Mr. Priskin's serious expression, he did not dare to ask any more, so he had to leave unwillingly with the new white-haired servant.

Little Priskin was waiting. When the footsteps of several people disappeared, he finally couldn't help but jumped up from the chair, stood in the middle of the room and fisted desperately at the surrounding air, stuffed the towel into his mouth and called out "whimper".

Soon, footsteps came in again.

Little Priskin instantly returned to the chair and sat upright.

The next second, he found that the towel was still in his hand, so he hurriedly hid it and continued to sit upright.

The door opened and Roger White-headed appeared outside the door.

Little Priskin jumped out of the chair and pulled White-headed Roger into the door.

In the unaware eyes of Roger White-headed gaze, Little Priskin first confirmed that no one eavesdropped outside the door, and then looked around the window frame to confirm that no one eavesdropped outside the window. Finally, the gaps between the doors and windows were all covered with bed sheets and blankets.

"What's wrong?" asked Roger, a white-headed person.

"Shh!" Little Preskin immediately covered Roger's mouth, turned his head and listened for a while to confirm that there was no abnormal sound, then bit his ears and told Roger with great excitement: "It must be Mr. Baomin who won!"

"Ah?" Roger, a white-headed, looked surprised at first, but he reacted quickly, and immediately lowered his voice and said with a sudden realization: "So are these guys here to beg for mercy?"

"I don't know what they want to do, but they must have heard some news. These wealthy families in Maple Stone City have mixed relationships and must be more informed than us." Little Priskin let go of Roger, walked around in circles, and fell into trouble again in a blink of an eye:

"Your Excellency is really good. If you win the battle, you'll send us a message! It's like we're just guessing like we're blind. Oh, it would be great if we could contact you, Mr. Baomin..."

As he said that, little Preskin turned his eyes to Roger.

White-headed Roger knew that he couldn't escape, but he didn't want to hide. In terms of courage, this Steel Fortman was only a big deal than the little Priskin.

He patted his chest very barely and said in the half-baked Paratu dialect: "Stop talking, I'll go find the official of the guru."

But the little Preskin shook his head: "You can't do it. You're just a new arrival and don't know the road. Where can I find you? Besides, the people in Maple Stone City know that you came with me. If you disappear, they will understand what cards I have in my hand."

"What should I do?" Roger glared.

Little Preskin sighed, fell straight onto the bed, closed his eyes, and said helplessly: "Then I can only wait for the other person to come over and find a way to deal with it."

"Then when will they come?" Roger glared again.

"Wait!" Little Priskin covered his face with a pillow.

The tormented waiting did not last long.

In the afternoon, several young men were just sent away by Little Priskin.

Late at night, the leaders of the three Maple Stone Merchants and Handicraftsmen's General Guild - Mikesh Kelmin, Besse Gurgi and Gwadani Yurov came to visit.

As soon as he saw this formation, Little Priskin understood that his Excellency, the Protective Officer, not only won, but also had a big victory.

Otherwise, the other party would not have come so anxiously, and he would not even have the idea of ​​bargaining.

In my heart, I secretly shouted three times for Lord Blood Wolf. The little Preskin walked onto the carriageway and welcomed the three old men into the main entrance.

This time, the meeting between the two parties is no longer a simple dark room, but a living room with bright windows and clean windows.

After a simple greeting, the three leaders of the Fengshi City Chief Guild came straight to the topic and explained their purpose frankly:

They hope to ask Blood Wolf to come forward on their behalf to mediate with Colonel Geisa, Colonel Skur and Lieutenant Colonel Magash of Bianjiang County...

Mr. Mikesh paused for a moment and slowly spoke an embarrassing reason: "Resolve each other's misunderstandings and avoid wrong... liquidation."

Then the three began to elaborate on the rewards they could provide.

Little Priskin nodded constantly, as if he was listening carefully, but in fact a bold idea was emerging in his heart.

After putting down the weights at one end of the balance, the three leaders of the Maple Stone City Chamber of Commerce planned to stand up and say goodbye - they did not think that Little Priskin was qualified to bargain, but regarded the latter as a melodraft.

But the sound tube made its own voice.

"May I ask, Mr. Mikesh, Mr. Besse, Mr. Gvadani." Little Priskin asked politely: "Why don't you take this price and go to Colonel Geisa, Colonel Skur and Lieutenant Colonel Magash yourself?"

The three leaders of the Fengshicheng Chamber of Commerce exchanged their eyes without showing any expression and did not answer for a moment.

"Because it's not enough, right?" Little Preskin asked and answered: "Others may not know, but I know very well that in the eyes of the military heads who hold great power, we merchants are nothing... Just after a big battle, the troops stationed in each county urgently needed to raise military funds to make up for the losses. Fengshi City is the thickest and juicy spoil in their eyes, and the new land has no power to defy them."

Speaking of this, the eyes of several people, including Little Priskin, were a little dark.

"What's more," Little Priskin changed his tone, and his tone was chilling: "The so-called misunderstanding is probably not a misunderstanding; the so-called wrong liquidation is probably not a mistake."
To be continued...