Duke of Grief

"Ms. Eileen, your arrival really made me..."

The businessman opened his mouth and looked at the priest in front of him, and for a moment he forgot what to say next.

The rest of the words were stuck in my throat, my brain was blank, I didn’t know what to say, but the businessman couldn’t stop the priest here, and I could only helplessly laugh and said: "It really made me Surprise!"

The dry words did not have any feelings and elegance, the bitter smile in the businessman's face revealed that the words that had been memorized were all forgotten under the excitement of meeting the priest.

The full of turbulent emotions sink to the bottom with a sigh. After the sigh, the businessman gave up for the priest, "Ms. Irene, please come in!"

"Thank you, Mr. Clem."

But to the businessman's surprise, the pastor lady did not show any dissatisfaction, instead she smiled.

I seem to be... all right?

After seeing the priest's reaction, Clem felt a little ecstasy in his heart, but he suppressed the joy and did not show it on his face, because he did not know whether the smile on ‘Ms. Irene’ face was true or not.

Instead of asking the servant to help, she came out and led the priest to the reception room. The merchant tried to chat with the priest along the way, but she didn't seem to be interested in his topic.

"This set of armor once belonged to a powerful knight, but his descendants were not very upset and caught gambling. Because of debt, he sold me this set of ancestral armor..."

The merchant took the road for the priest and walked on the way to the reception room. It was a corridor that was not too long but not too short. Both sides of the corridor were filled with Clem’s own collection.

Although he is not a Fuja himself, Clem is different from the average businessman in that he likes to collect some things-something that does not seem to be of high value!

Just like the armor he is introducing now, this armor looks very rudimentary. If this is really a "strong knight" armor, no one will believe it, it is likely that it is just The gambler made up a lie to sell this armor that looks like "garbage".

This is a set of full body armor. The depressions on the breast armor, shoulder armor, and the twists on the leg armor all indicate that the owner of the armor once wore this armor to fight a fierce battle. The final outcome is probably dead.

Clem didn't care whether the story was edited. What he cared about was the'history' represented by this set of armor, not how'precious' the collection itself was.

It’s not just this set of armor, others can’t understand his interest, but Ms. Irene seems to be very interested in his collections, and is very happy to listen to him-just now, stepping into this corridor At that time, he almost wanted to look back and took Ms. Irene around for a while, but Ms. Irene did not show any disgust at his "tatter" and asked him instead.

This is why he will be so excited now!

"I finally found a topic..." While excited, the businessman was also a little relieved.

Walking to the door of the reception room, the businessman opened the door for the priest himself, "Please."

"Thank you." Looking at the two overwhelming servants standing by the door, the priest seemed surprised, turned his head, and smiled at the merchant.

The priest was not hypocritical, so he took the lead and walked in. The businessman followed her and told the servant outside the door before closing the door: "Go and bring me the box of black tea in the study. Distinguished guests."

"Yes, lord."

The businessman closed the door and smiled at the pastor lady who had not yet been seated.

Clem sat on the throne with his palms spread flat and made a ‘please’ gesture, “Ms. Irene, please sit down.”

After receiving the invitation from the host, the priest of the goddess of wealth walked to the guest opposite the merchant, gathered the skirt, and sat down safely, while she still had a faint smile on her face.

Looking at the smile on the priest's face, Clem did not know what to say.

Fortunately, Ms. Irene did not intend to put the atmosphere into an awkward situation, and asked first: "Mr. Clem has been good lately?"

"Well..." The businessman behaved a bit hesitantly. He didn't know why the pastor lady asked this question. Hasn't this question been asked once on the way just now?

Feeling Clem's hesitation, the priest added with a smile: "Now it's winter, and Mr. Clem's caravan has also been rested, then..."

Hearing the words, the businessman also understood what the pastor lady wanted to ask. Now only the two of them are alone. Many things that are unsuitable to say can now be said.

But by now, Clem was a little uncertain about what the lady was looking for herself for.

Thinking of what other people have said about the lady, Clem's index finger tapped uncomfortably on his knee, and there was some speculation in his heart.

"this year……"

Just after opening, Clem felt that he seemed a little dry, but did he have any drinks at hand, because Ms. Irene didn’t like to drink, he had already removed the wine bottle in the reception room, the one to make tea 'S servant hasn't come yet, and suddenly he found his'mistake'.

He did not prepare any drinks for Ms. Irene. Although he had planned for a long time, he only prepared black tea for Ms. Irene after her arrival... It seemed a little slack.

Looking up, I saw that the priest was preoccupied and was preparing to listen. The businessman could only gritt his teeth and chose to say the situation of the caravan: "In general, this year I still made a profit. The net income is about 3,000 to 3,200." Ladies' gold coins..."

After a glance, I didn’t find any other expression on Ms. Irene’s face. The businessman had to take a deep breath and said the “Next year plan”: “Next year we will try to open up a new business path. A new business road from the Principality of Eagle to the Winds of Sadness—"

Most of the business people were a little bit uncertain about the words of Ms. Fortune a few months ago, but Clem was a firm believer. Although he also had some thoughts of his own, he still remembered the words of the goddess. .

"Because there is a kind of'new silk' in the mourning wind collar, now we are already preparing. When the spring of next year starts, we will borrow the water flow of the Orff water system and go all the way to the mourning wind collar. But we will bypass The Kingdom of Corot, after all, the Kingdom of Corot is still deeply in war, and it will not be over for a while. We will go down the river, from the Kingdom of Kurt, from the Principality of the Eagle to the Sorrowful Wind, only one month About the time, if it goes well, it will be able to arrive in half a month."

Speaking of next year's plan, Clem also gradually let go. This is his job. He took over the half-dead caravan from his father and pulled the caravan back from the edge of dissolution.

This is his profession and his interest!

After letting go, Clem talked eloquently to Ms. Irene. The brilliance and self-confidence in the eyebrows were the most attractive aspect of a mature man.

The businessman didn't talk elegantly. He also said that he would only'play with some clevernesses', but it was these'small clevernesses' that enabled him to buy this villa and hire a servant.

"Next year is destined to be a busy year!" After he finished, Clem smiled and his eyes sparkled with excitement. "The maidservant leader in the sad wind is too powerful. If it is not blocked by the snow, I am afraid there will be Many people have already set off now? I heard that Wind City—"

"Mr. Clem!" The priest suddenly interrupted the merchant's words~www.NovelMTL.com~ The merchant's mouth was open, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he whispered after he lowered his head and closed his mouth slowly. Sorry: "Sorry, Ms. Irene, I'm so excited..."

"No, no, Mr. Clem, this is not what I want to say!"

Clem suddenly looked up, but found that the pastor lady's face had the same excited smile as he had just now, completely breaking the impression of ``lady'' she had just left for herself.

"It's you!" The priest of the goddess of wealth got up, walked to Clem and sat down gently, "The person I'm looking for is you!"

The businessman's words were all blocked in his throat. He opened his mouth and looked dull like a funny sloth.

Erin's hand rested on Clem's shoulder, her fingers squeezed gently, and her body was slowly approaching.

Then, Clem heard the lady whisper in her ear: "Mr. Clem, do you know...'Business Alliance'?"