People in Terra, governing a weird little country

"My Lord, my Lord, the Duke.......I......"

"Why are you so nervous, Sir Bellingham? Not only will I not blame you, I have to thank you! If you hadn't set an example, how could I prove to all of Terra that working under the Duke of Caister is such a great job?"

"Let me see, the [I Love Shelag] hat, scarf, coat, pants, and this pair of shoes, they are all limited editions. They must have cost a lot of money, right?"

Not daring to look at the Duke of Caster's smiling face, Bellingham's scalp tingled, and he quickly explained:

"Your Excellency the Duke, it didn't cost much! These limited editions only require a lottery to be purchased. The Kjerag people did not raise the price for them alone."

"so?"

“I got it right away, so I didn’t spend any extra money.”

The poet managed to force a smile. But for some reason, as soon as his flattering smile appeared on his face, the face of the Duke of Caster opposite him turned dark.

"Good, very good, not bad. My Gray Hat is not gathering intelligence in Kjerag, but is participating in business activities instead, right?"

"No, no, no, sir, you misunderstood. I have not neglected my main job!" The [Poet] explained hurriedly, "I am also doing intelligence gathering and other things."

"The guest in Box 1 is the Pope of Lateran, and the guest in Box 2 is the mayor of the independent city-state of Xiosta. Both of them were invited by Ernst to attend the World Expo."

"What about Box 3..." Duke Caister was about to ask about Box 3 when he realized that Box 3 was his. He coughed lightly, adjusted his mood, and asked, "What about Box 4?"

"My Lord, I haven't had time yet......"

"Then go quickly!"

Duke of Caister said coldly,

"I can ignore your reckless behavior, and I can turn a blind eye to your unknown expenses in Kjerag, but Sir Bellingham, please remember that what I need is results."

"Pope Lateran and Mayor Xiosta alone can only help you absolve yourself of guilt. If you want to reap the credit, you need to gain more!"

The energetic young man in the gray hat stood at attention immediately.

After saying a few words, "Yes, sir," "I'm going," and "Goodbye, Duke," he hurriedly left the room and closed the door.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, the man in the gray top hat, who was already sweating profusely, glared at the box fiercely.

Who are you PUAing? You didn't set any KPI for me before you came here. How can you be "guilty"? Besides, haven't I completed my mission? Aren't Pope Lateran and Mayor Xiosta enough for you?

Really, who spoils you!

The door of the box was suddenly opened a crack, and the poet shuddered all over, and his expression softened at once.

Who spoils you? Isn't it just me? My Lord Duke?

Who else but me?

Turning around, the [Poet] resolutely faced Box No. 4, took a deep breath, and was about to open the door. The moment his hand touched the box door, he paused, turned it over, and knocked on the door with his knuckles.

The shock he got from opening the door so hastily was too great, and it was really a bit impolite, right?

We Victorians gather intelligence like a gentleman, and we use courtesy before force. What's wrong with knocking on the door? If I don't knock, I don't know if I can afford to offend the person inside!

There was the sound of approaching footsteps from the inside. The man in the gray hat pursed his lips and placed his hands on the harp. He was ready. As soon as the door opened, no matter who was inside, he would play a little tune first!

Reduce the hostility!

The next second, the door in front of the man in the gray hat opened from the inside, and two figures that were equally familiar appeared in his sight.

"you are?"

Dai Finn looked at the stranger standing at the door with some surprise, and always felt that there was a familiar temperament about this person.

But his unique Shelagh attire made it difficult for Dafen to associate him with the vicious and cunning spy of the Duke of Caister.

But, just because the kitten can’t recognize it doesn’t mean the adult cat can’t recognize it.

The Duke of Windermere, who had already killed many of the headquarters and suspected grey hat spies in his territory, identified the composition of the grey hat at a glance!

"Have the Duke of Kast's bugs adapted to the temperature of a snowy mountain like Kjerag? How disgusting!"

Duke of Windermere covered her nose, as if she had seen something extremely disgusting.

She raised her hand and waved to the sword guard who had stood up beside her:

"Kill him off and don't dirty my eyes here."

From the moment the grey hat was identified to the moment the execution was ordered, it took less than a minute. The Duke of Windermere had already sentenced the man in front of him to death.

But the poet felt that he could still rescue it!

He subconsciously turned around and asked his boss and colleagues in the box behind him to "give me a hand!", but before he turned around, he heard a clear sound of a door closing behind him.

The crack in the door that had just been opened was closed at a very good moment.

The corner of the gray hat's mouth twitched, and he cursed his boss who betrayed his teammates in his heart. Then he faced the figure of the Windermere Sword Guard who was approaching step by step and said loudly:

"Your Excellency the Duke of Windermere, even if you want to crush a bug like me to death, could you at least consider the location?"

"This is Kjerag's Snowland Expressway. Would Mr. Ernst be happy that you're removing insects here and dirtying the ground?"

"Humph."

The Duke of Windermere sneered.

"At worst I can compensate him ten columns!"

Damn, what a rich man!

Cursing in his heart that the Duke was indeed not someone to be trifled with, the [poet] quickly said:

"It's not about the money! It's about the influence!"

"You are here to attend the World Expo as well. As a guest, you caused such a bloody incident on the train on the first day. Even if you don't care about your reputation, can Kjerag's World Expo still be held?"

The Duke of Windermere's expression finally changed slightly.

She glanced at the man in the gray hat, then smacked her lips in disgust:

"Tsk."

"You saved your life, you bug from Caister."

As if it was a signal, the sword guard who had originally put the knife on the neck of the gray hat immediately retracted the blade in his hand, took a step back, and returned to the side of the Duke of Windermere and Daphion.

"Thank Ernst for saving your life. Now, get out of my sight!"

The Duke of Windermere said disdainfully.

The man in the gray hat immediately performed standard Victorian aristocratic etiquette, turned around and was about to flee.

He had just walked out of the room when, in the next second, he heard the Duke of Windermere muttering to himself thoughtfully from inside the box door, which had not yet closed:

"There are actually bugs from Kaister here. If there are bugs, then that disgusting thing shouldn't be far away, right?"

“Could it be…?”

"Click!"

The door is closed.

Gray Hat prayed silently in his heart: "God bless you!"

Fortunately, the door closed quickly enough, otherwise he would have heard something he shouldn't have heard!

No, the Duke of Windermere's radar went off. He didn't know anything about it. He was just a gray hat who had finally saved his life from the Duke and would definitely apply for work injury when he returned!

It’s not that I don’t contribute, it’s just that I really don’t know!

The man in the gray hat silently confessed in his heart, No way!

It’s actually quite cool.

After all, the Duke just closed the door very "promptly". So what's wrong with the Duke of Windermere, who is also a duke, also being good at "closing the door"?

Whether it is a closed-door speech or a closed-door beating, it’s none of my business.

Anyway, it was impossible for something to really happen. After all, the Duke of Windermere really cared about Ernst's feelings and even refrained from killing him. Moreover, didn't the Duke of Caster already invite two members of the Storm Commando, the most powerful special operations team in Victoria, as guards, and also brought the "great recluse" codenamed [007] [John Smith] with a gray hat?

It's not a big deal, it's not a big deal, the kids are just playing around, it's okay~

The man in the gray hat subjectively cut off his hearing, resolutely refusing to listen to what might be happening behind him, and instead stood in front of the fifth box.

Your Excellency Duke, I was working and I didn’t hear anything just now!

"Dong dong."

He knocked gently on the door of the box, and the man in the gray hat placed his hand on his harp, quietly waiting for some great figure who might have made the world weep and the ghosts cry to come out and open the door.

But this time, very much to his surprise, the person who opened the door was not some big shot he knew, but a Miss Vaifan with big horns and a thick tail.

Abrana looked up and down at the man in the gray hat, and then asked with some interest:

"Hello, sir, who are you looking for?"

"Oh, excuse me, miss, I'm a harpist, would you like to hear me play?"

"Of course I'd love to, but..." Abrana looked past the grey hat and looked behind him, at the door of Box 3, where the Duke of Windermere was knocking on the door, "This doesn't seem to be a good place to perform?"

"No, no, miss." The man in the gray hat smiled brightly, "Life should always be full of poetry."

His cadenced voice was like a poet reciting a poem:

"Even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire in front of you, and a bottomless abyss behind you!"

"Dear stranger, don't look back, don't look back, don't look back!"

“Holding on to the present moment, playing this harp, and living poetically is the true meaning of the world!”

Watching the door of Box 3 being opened, the Duke of Windermere and his sword guards walked into the room, and the door of the box slowly began to close, Abrana immediately retracted her gaze, smiled slightly, and nodded:

"really."

Chapter 2700 Gray Hat: You want two bowls? I'll open blind boxes!

The train slowly stopped, the doors slowly opened, and another Snowpiercer returned to its starting point.

The man in the gray hat returned to his carriage contentedly, completely ignoring the quarrels, curses, and the clashing sounds of "I have no idea what's going on in there" that had already begun in the corridor!

He bought a ticket for a whole day, so he didn't need to get off the train like everyone else. The familiar attendants wouldn't bother him. He could just enjoy the hard-earned peace in this small space.

Lying exhausted on the soft sofa, he began to review what he had gained from this trip.

The Pope of the Lateran was one of the organizers of the World Expo, but it was still very rare for a country's leader to go to the scene in person. This can at least illustrate two points - first, the life of the Sakotas was indeed very leisurely, and second, this World Expo was indeed extraordinary.

In comparison, the visitors from Xiosta seemed less important. In the past, a person like Herman, although not to say how much shock he could cause to the Gray Hat, could never be considered a small figure that would not enter the Gray Hat's eyes.

It's still a corner at least.

It's just that people will die if they are compared with others, and goods will be thrown away if they are compared with others. Compared with other heavyweight masters who often stir up trouble on the land of Terra, Hermann, a mere person, is somewhat inferior.

In the eyes of Gray Hat, he was not even as important as his daughter, Miss Ceylon. After all, Miss Ceylon was now working under Ernst and was the only person who could talk to the rising Terran politician.

In particular, Gray Hat knew that perhaps because his elders died too early, Ernst Shivaash had not yet been engaged! In Terra, for a leader with a similar status to Ernst Shivaash, this was almost impossible. And Ernst, as a special case, was destined to become a hot commodity in the political marriage field!

However, young people are always full of vigor and vitality. To put it nicely, it is the rebellious period. To put it bluntly, it is just that they have no idea about their future plans. Without the guidance and arrangement of reliable elders, people like him can be easily deceived by bad women!

Miss Ceylon was quite pretty. If she was born in Xiosta, a daughter of a "seaside" city, she had the exotic charm. Who knew if Ernst, a kid who grew up in a mountain village, would like her?

Gray Hat doesn't mean to belittle Xiosta, but judging from the current situation, if Ernst really has an affair with Ceylon, Xiosta will definitely be considered to have risen to prominence. This tourist city may no longer have to look at Colombia's face, and its future development is immeasurable!

Of course, this is just a possibility. Gray Hat didn't know Herman's character very well, and he didn't dare to make a conclusion about the mayor's plan. He just used the Duke of Caister's perspective to think about the key points of the series of events in Ceylon's visit to Kjerag, but not everyone in this land is like his Duke, a complete political animal, right?

At least, Gray Hat felt that if Ernst could offer enough chips, she would even dare to go up and marry Ernst herself. But Mayor Hermann was unlikely to be able to deal with Nantong.

This is where the gap between people lies.

However, Your Excellency the Duke, after thinking for a long time, when did the fighting in the corridor stop?

The man in the gray hat approached the window curiously, wanting to open the curtains and take a look at the scene on the platform, but as soon as his hand touched the curtains, he pulled it back.

"Forget it, forget it. I won't watch it."

Opening the box just now almost cost him two lives. If it weren't for the Duke of Windermere's mercy in sparing his life, and Miss Abramina's kindness in letting him go, he probably wouldn't have survived to gather intelligence here.

Who knows what's going on on the platform behind the curtain, so it's better not to take the risk.