British hegemon

Chapter 126 Unspeakable

The dim light of the bright red lamp cast a warm glow on the snowflakes mixed with freezing rain. In the cold, dark night, bursts of cheerful melody and laughter from men and women could be heard. Outside the door, the flickering shadows of people dancing were reflected on the snow.

In the main hall of the Moulin Rouge, a lavish feast was reaching its climax.

Plates were piled high on the wooden table, bottles and jars dripping with leftover wine lay askew all around, and the walls were covered with burnt candles and dried wax drips. Two troubadours played harpsichords and bagpipes merrily.

On the floor strewn with bones and breadcrumbs, Sergeant Marne and Olaf drank with the guests of honor, while Tolan, the dry-wood-stick, gambled with Sergeant Donald and Condé, who were both drunk and flushed. The newly joined shrewd merchant Kader and Mann clinked glasses; the two were leaving the island the next day to try their luck in Glasgow, and they were still getting to know each other.

Only Neil, the bald man with bulging toad eyes, sat alone to one side, constantly eyeing the Moulin Rouge waitresses whose breasts swayed as they moved between his legs. The half-eaten roasted rabbit leg he was chewing was becoming increasingly tasteless, and he hesitated about whether to spend the few pennies he had secretly saved for Glasgow.

Roger had drunk a few extra glasses of Gary's homemade ale tonight, which was said to be a newly created type of liquor and quite strong, so he was slightly tipsy. Meanwhile, Sir Gildonian, sitting opposite Roger with a large-breasted waitress on each side, was completely drunk and, ignoring Roger's presence, would occasionally bury his head in the two waitresses' breasts and nibble at them.

The old knight pulled out a hand, picked up his glass, took a big gulp, and laughed, "Sir Roger, if I were ten years younger, I could have taken them both tonight."

At this moment, Roger was also emboldened by alcohol. Seeing how powerful the old man, who was almost buried, was, Roger's own lust, which had been suppressed for more than half a year, surged up.

"Mrs. Kate!" Roger called out to the woman who was checking the accounts behind the liquor cabinet.

Mrs. Kate walked over with a graceful gait.

"Is my dinner ready?"

Mrs. Kate glanced upstairs and smiled knowingly: "My dear Mr. Roger, I've already taken a bath and am waiting for you in your bedroom."

Nodding, Roger said, "Alright, everyone please make yourselves at home. I need to go have dinner." He then stood up, gestured to Gildonan and the others in the hall, and slowly walked up the stairs.

After holding it in for more than half a year, I have to get this done no matter what.

On the second floor of the Moulin Rouge, the wooden bed in a VIP bedroom creaked and groaned all night, accompanied by the sounds of a woman's soft moans and a man's groans.

The indescribable scene caused immense pain to my eardrums...

The next morning, Roger was awakened from his sleep by being bitten alive by a maid, and the naked man and woman, still not satisfied, shuddered and trembled again.

Sunlight, reflected off the snow, streamed into the bedroom window, waking Roger. He glanced back at the sleeping maid, got up, straightened his disheveled clothes, and pushed open the door.

Neil, who was dozing off against the door, tumbled in headfirst, rolled halfway around, and was suddenly jolted awake.

"What are you doing hiding outside my room, you bastard?" Roger kicked the sleepy-eyed, bald Neil.

Bald Neil rubbed his eyes, which were covered in sleep, swallowed hard, glanced at the woman still lying on the bed with half of her breasts covered by a blanket, and reluctantly turned to Roger, smiling apologetically, "Blackie instructed me before he left that I must stay by your side and protect you at all times after leaving Milk House Manor."

Bald Neil found a good excuse for eavesdropping on his bed by lying in the corner of the wall.

"You had a tough night, didn't you?" Roger saw that bald Neil's eyes were bloodshot and knew that he must have had a very difficult night.

"You're not short of money, why don't you just spend some money to hire a waitress yourself?"

Bald Neil was too embarrassed to admit that his grandmother had taken all his money, so he just chuckled sheepishly.

"How was it? After listening all night, how's my fighting prowess?" Roger teased, as this kind of thing didn't seem to be a difficult thing for him.

Bald Neil scratched his head, praised him a few times, but then muttered under his breath, "It's still a little worse than before."

"Was I even better than this before?"

"Of course, you didn't sleep a wink the night you came back from the convent, and you kept the girl limp for days."

"Really? Maybe I rested a bit too long," Roger mumbled, fastening his belt.

Bald Neil straightened Roger's clothes and asked, "Mrs. Kate asked me to ask you, are you going to take that girl as your chaperone next? Such a virgin is a rare find."

Roger hesitated for a moment, then subconsciously touched the not-so-bulging money pouch at his waist. "Never mind."

Bald Neil nodded and muttered, "Yeah, why would we hire such an ugly girl?"

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In the lobby on the first floor, a group of people suffering from hangovers drank a clear soup porridge brought from the kitchen to sober up.

Sir Gildonian, who had fought a fierce battle last night, was still full of energy and had a ruddy complexion. "Sir Roger, ever since I tasted the refined salt made by Milk House Manor, eating the original coarse salt feels like eating sand from the beach."

The wheat porridge held in everyone's hands was infused with refined salt specially supplied by the Milk House Manor, resulting in a naturally delicious flavor and a delicate texture.

"Since the old sir likes it, I will send you five pounds of fine salt every month from now on. In addition, I will use the fifteen pounds you invested..."

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Sir Gildonian waved his hand and said, "Sir Roger, now that the money is in your hands, how you use it is your business. I'm more concerned about how much profit you can make."

Roger found the old man increasingly interesting. "Fifteen pounds in capital, and five pounds in profit will be paid to you every year before Christmas."

Sir Gildonian could calculate that the investment would be recouped in three years, and everything after that would be pure profit.

The old knight immediately ordered Roger to send someone to Gildonan Manor to collect the fifteen pounds of financing, and Roger handed over the contract he had prepared to Sir Gildonan.

The two chatted warmly for a while longer before Gildonan returned to the Gildonan Estate with his servants.

After seeing the guests off, Roger gathered several key business personnel together and began to assign tasks.

"...Cadell, Mann, and Baldy, you're setting sail for Glasgow tomorrow to open your shop. I've already instructed the old steward to prepare fifteen pounds for you, and the twenty pounds we collect upon arrival in Glasgow will also be yours to purchase the shop and obtain the licenses. The shop doesn't necessarily need to be in a prime location, but it must have a warehouse, and preferably a small backyard for living."

"Captain Toran will sail the Seawolf to Glasgow with cargo. Besides orders for several merchants in Glasgow, the cargo also includes items needed for your new shop," Roger said, gesturing for Bald Neil to produce a parchment cargo list, which detailed the goods and included Roger's signature.

Roger handed it to Kader, "Take this order and go to the old steward, the young stableman, and Jenny, the manager of the textile mill. They will prepare the goods for you."

Kader took the parchment and put it into his purse. This was a sign of Roger's trust and entrustment of him, and he was naturally pleased.

"The thirty-five pounds will be held by Mann," Roger added.

Kader's face, which was full of excitement, froze instantly.

Mann remained relatively calm, as he must have known about this arrangement beforehand.

"However, the specific use of the funds is up to Kader; Mann only needs to keep good records of the inflows and outflows." Although Roger was not formally trained in business in his previous life, he still understood the principle of dividing power to maintain checks and balances.

Those who manage money cannot use it, and those who use money cannot manage it. This increases the cost of corruption and reduces potential risks from a systemic perspective.

Furthermore, with the bodyguard "leader" Bald Neil, who is in charge of dealing with thugs, also having a supervisory role, Roger believes that Cader and Mann will not team up to "blacken" him for the time being.

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