Unparalleled Beast Soul

Chapter 140 VI

The dark brown cigar stick was as thick as two fingers. Leon was not in a hurry to light it. He took out the fire box and the cigar tongs. The former was bought for fifty gold coins in a boutique for nobles in Tormund City. It came, very similar to the lighter from Leon's original world. 【】

Although the price is expensive, it uses a silver shell magic crystal circle to ignite, which is ten times better than ordinary flint.

After rubbing the fire box, Leon took the cigar tongs designed by himself and carefully crafted by the artisans of Saar City, cut a hole in the cigarette holder, and lightly dipped the cigarette holder with alcohol.

He held the cigar stick with one hand, put it on the fire box and turned it to roast, and then lit the cigarette butt when it was almost done.

Snapped!

Leon closed the firebox, took a sip of the cigar with one hand, picked up the wine glass with the other, and buried himself comfortably in the soft sofa.

After a few puffs of cigarettes and a sip of wine, he relaxed. The smoke curled up, and the figures of men and women in the splendid hall became blurred.

Leon didn't notice that someone was watching his every move.

"Well, young man, may we sit here?"

While Leon was enjoying with his eyes closed, a voice suddenly came from his side.

Leon opened his eyes and straightened up, only to see two old gray-haired nobles standing beside him.

The one who asked the question was the fox-born old man, with a short and thin figure, a wrinkled face full of smiles, a pair of flexible eyes shining shrewd light, staring at the cigar in his hand without blinking.

In stark contrast to him was his fellow lion-born, who was burly and strong without anger and majesty, especially his golden and white hair was impressive.

"Of course, please sit down..." Leon smiled and put the unfinished cigar on the fire box.

It wasn't the dignitaries of Tormund who were able to attend the dinner of Marquis Nicholas. Although he didn't know these two old nobles, he believed that the status of each other was not ordinary.

There are many friends and many paths. Although Leon disdains to curry favor with others, it is another matter for others to come to him on his own initiative. It will only be his own loss if he rejects people thousands of miles away.

The fox-born old aristocrat didn't look outside at all, and he introduced himself as soon as he sat down: "My name is Morrison, I can be regarded as a little earl! This old lion is Eisenhaus, um, he has a higher title than me. A little bit higher."

Little Earl!Leon couldn't help smiling, the people sitting in front of him casually were an earl and a marquis, if the earl was considered young, then he was really insignificant as a baron.

Don't grab a lot of nobles in Tormund City, but most of them are small nobles like lords and barons, and there are definitely not many big nobles above viscount.

"Hello, both of you. I'm Baron Leon of Salling in the Grai Region." Leon smiled and bowed, neither humble nor overbearing.

"Sarling!" The old fox's eyes lit up suddenly, and he pointed to Leon's cigar on the firebox and asked, "Is this cigar produced in your territory?"

The word cigar is not a noun in this world, but Leon's "invention", so he immediately understood: "Yes! Earl Morrison, do you like it too?"

"Of course, I'm addicted to it. I feel like I don't smoke for a day!" The old fox smacked his lips vigorously: "But the quantity of it is really too small. It's over!"

Marquis Eisenhaus, who was sitting aside, snorted coldly, seeming very dissatisfied.

The old fox smiled and said, "What are you in a hurry for? Didn't I just ask you for a few cigars? Is our friendship for so many years not worth these few cigars?"

"You, didn't I find the lord of Thrall? With him here, I'm afraid I won't be able to smoke?"

Came here for the cigars!Leon suddenly realized.

Cigars are a source of income that Leon has opened up for the Thrall Territory. However, the Territory is just emerging, and it will take a relatively long process from tobacco leaf planting to fermentation and baking, so it is impossible to start mass production immediately.

In order to win over the mercenary union, Leon handed over the exclusive agency rights of the cigars in the Southwest Province to Bartley. He had just produced a few boxes a while ago, but Bartley took them all away, saying that he wanted the customer's reaction first.

Undoubtedly, the early trial sales of Bartleymi have been a great success, and the great nobles in Tormund are in love with it.

"I didn't bring much with me when I came to Tormund City this time..." Leon said with a smile, "If you two like it, I'll wait for the new cigars to be made after I go back and send someone to deliver a box to you!"

As he said, he took out his cigar box from his arms: "Everything I brought is here!"

"Thank you so much!" The old fox grabbed the cigar box with a smile on his face, as if he was afraid of Leon's regret.

Marquis Eisenhaus couldn't help coughing a few times, and moved away to keep a distance from the old fox. He seemed to be ashamed of his companion's behavior.

"By the way, young man..." The old fox had a very thick skin and asked nonchalantly, "Before you smoked a cigar just now, why did you dip it in wine and roast it over fire?"

"These are some necessary steps for smoking a cigar..." Leon explained with a smile, "It can make the cigar taste more mellow. Let me demonstrate it to you."

He took out a cigar from the box, polished the fire box and did it again according to the original steps. After lighting the cigarette butt, he held it with both hands and handed it to Marquis Eisenhaus.

The eager old fox had an embarrassing look on his face.

"Well, you're not bad, kid!"

A rare smile appeared on the old lion's face, he reached out to take a sip of the cigar, and was immediately moved: "It's really different, the taste is much better!"

His praise made the old fox really feel itchy, and he didn't wait for Leon to do it directly. Anyway, these few steps are very simple.

Relying on a box of cigars, Leon actually got acquainted with an earl and marquis!

While he was smoking, drinking, and chatting with two old nobles, in an old house two blocks away, a young man with a pale face was sitting behind a desk, and he was smoking out the end of a cigar he had just finished.

The room was filled with smoke and the smell of smoke was choking.

Bang!

A fist with protruding veins hit Zhuo Ban hard, causing several fine ash to fly, and the corner of the young man's mouth twitched slightly.

"Why haven't you acted yet? You have to give me an explanation. I spent [-] gold coins, but I don't want to sit here and wait for news!"

Knight Dessel Colinworth Wolfe, the first in line heir to the Colinworth Territory, looked like a wolf caught in a trap, his eyes were bloodshot and full of ferocity.

Four days ago, he rushed to Tormund City ahead of Leon, and immediately set about arranging a killing plan against Leon. He spared no expense to hire a dark mercenary squad, intending to make Leon never return to Thrall. .

At the beginning, everything went smoothly, but Desel, who was waiting for Leon's death, waited for the news that the assassination failed. Not only did the dark mercenaries fail to kill Leon, but they lost three of them.

The assassin died, Desel didn't care at all, but the other two mercenaries disappeared after the mission failed, and the [-] gold coins he paid in advance was in vain!

This made Desel completely unacceptable, even if he could kill Leon, it didn't matter if he spent all his money, but now Leon was still alive and kicking.

So he could only find a broker who acted as a middleman and asked the other party to give an explanation.

After the assassination failed, the broker disappeared immediately, and it took Desel a lot of effort to find the other's new abode.

He clearly remembered that when the other party was collecting money, he patted his chest to ensure that Leon would not see the sun tomorrow.

Wolf Knight felt that he was being tricked, so he was very angry!

"That's all I can do. Let me know and find someone for you..." The young man spread his hands and said, "I didn't expect them to choose to do it at the Twilight Hotel. How could Marquis Nicholas be provoked?"

"They caused so much trouble that even I had to give up my original business to avoid the limelight, and my loss is even greater, Mr. Deco!"

Deco was Desel's pseudonym, and he wasn't stupid enough to use his real identity to hire a killer.

"Then I can't control it, all I know is that you took my money!" Desel growled, "If you can't do anything, then refund the money!"

"Refund? That's impossible!" The young man flatly refused, his eyes full of indifference: "I have already paid all the money to the other party."

Bang!

A dagger was stabbed fiercely in front of the young man, and the sharp blade flashed a chilling light.

"Impossible?" Des stared at the other side, "Then take your own money!"

Fifty thousand gold coins is almost half a year's income of Colinworth, and he lost such a large amount of money after failing to do something, how could he explain to his father after returning home.

Des absolutely couldn't swallow this breath.

"Then I can't help it..." The young man pulled out a mocking smile: "Mr. Deco, do you know why you were able to find me?"

A black figure suddenly appeared behind Desel, the wolf knight instinctively sensed that something was wrong, and immediately wanted to attack.

But a thin metal wire wrapped around his neck in an instant, tightening his throat tightly!

Desel's eyes popped suddenly, and he tried his best to get rid of it, his throat clucking.

But the wire tightened more and more, and at the same time, a cold palm was pressed between his eyebrows, and a tyrannical force poured in and sealed the soul core!

Losing his soul power, Desel was not much stronger than ordinary people, the metal wire strangled his skin, and the dark red blood kept flowing out.

Looking at the desperately struggling wolf knight, the young man said flatly, "Actually, I want your life too. Only when you die can I be completely safe."

He smiled and lit a new cigar.

Lost in smoke, Desel gradually stopped struggling.

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