Huh? Are they all real?...

In his mind, that man couldn't possibly be a nobleman of a dynasty, and therefore couldn't possibly have turned the tables under these circumstances.

And even if he really is a nobleman of the dynasty, what is he doing here with those goods?

So after eliminating all the impossibilities, the only possibility is that the most unbelievable thing is also the answer.

"Let them come over, don't stop them. I'll wait here."

"Should we notify the two saints inside?"

"No, not for now."

Are you kidding me? Isn't this just giving credit to someone else?

This is not okay.

Soon, to the Chamber of Commerce president's eager anticipation...

Moen and the girls then came into his view.

Looking at Moen, who hadn't changed at all, and the timid but still following cargo behind him.

The guild leader, hiding far behind the guards, asked:

Are you here to discuss business with us?

Discuss business?!

The question from the other party surprised Moen for a moment.

However, Moen immediately realized what the other party was thinking.

This left Moen speechless; his thinking was too unconventional.

But thinking about it carefully, it makes sense, just like how humans would treat the water droplets sent by the Trisolarans as a gift.

My behavior was indeed too abnormal in the eyes of the other party.

After shaking his head with amusement, Moen replied sincerely:

"Yes, I am indeed here to talk to you!"

"Ah, please come in, please come in!"

Upon hearing that this was true, the chamber of commerce president hurriedly pushed past his guards and stepped forward.

Upon reaching Moen, he counted the goods behind Moen and said:

"My God, twelve! That's doubled! How did you do that? Wait a minute, I'll take care of the handover right away. Don't worry, I'll definitely give you a good price."

Where is my Water Gold Card?

"Ah, ah, it's here. I didn't use a single penny. It was really a misunderstanding. You must believe in the integrity of our Ironclad Merchant Guild."

Having easily retrieved his Water Gold Card, Moen immediately pulled out the revolver from Mr. Potter and pressed it against the Chamber of Commerce president's chin.

"That's fine, now we're going in."

This happened so suddenly.

And it's all too obvious.

So the guards beside the guild leader were completely caught off guard.

By the time they realize it, all Moen has to do is pull the trigger, and their guild leader will be going to meet their lord.

"What does this mean? Didn't you come here to talk business?!"

The chamber of commerce president, feeling the coldness on his chin, also couldn't understand the current situation.

Moen shook his head with amusement and said:

"I'm here to talk to you, not to do business."

After those words were spoken, the Chamber of Commerce president's only thought was that this guy had gone mad!

Don't you really think your idea is too far-fetched?

Regarding Moen's question.

After his face flushed slightly, the chamber of commerce president changed the subject and said:

"You'd better let me go, because two of our Steelheart Church's saints are inside!"

Moen ignored that and simply asked:

"I heard there are a lot of people here today, almost like a once-in-a-millennium event?"

"Yes, so your only way out is to surrender immediately and release me. That way, I can still negotiate with you, and you might even be able to sell them to me!"

He didn't want to risk his life against this madman in such a favorable situation.

So he's still trying to persuade Moen, as long as Moen puts down his gun.

Then it's his turn!

Faced with his lobbying.

Moen did indeed put down his gun.

Before he could excitedly order his men to act, he heard a loud bang, followed by intense pain in his leg.

Moen lowered his gun and slapped him on the thigh.

The intense pain made him instinctively curl up.

"You this"

Before he could even start cursing, Moen's gun was pressed against his mouth.

At that moment, the chamber of commerce president's anger vanished, replaced only by wide-eyed terror.

Even though his legs no longer hurt, he stood up straight as Moen raised the gun barrel.

"Make way, or I'll send him to your Lord."

After a brief hesitation, the guards all made way for Moen's request and the guild master's constant gesturing.

Moen, who had always moved freely, continued to lead the girls into the main hall without any hindrance.

As Moen and the girls entered.

The once noisy venue gradually fell silent.

Moen ignored all of this, remaining lost in the confusion and bewilderment of the crowd.

He led the girls directly to the center of the venue.

And he addressed the assembled dignitaries, saying:

"I've come to have a talk with you!"

Chapter 180: Kneel down or fight! (8k)

I'm here to talk to you.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was heard throughout the entire venue.

After all, everyone's attention was focused on Moen at that moment.

However, although everyone heard this, no one took it to heart.

Because this is nothing more than the commotion of an unknown nobody.

Even after Moen uttered those words, one of the most powerful figures closest to Moen raised his wine glass and spoke to him from afar:

"Talk? Talk about what? If it's about your own price, I'm very interested."

“My palace is just missing a courtier like you.”

After saying that, he laughed loudly and tilted his head back to drink the wine in his hand.

His movements were rough, and the full glass of wine naturally spilled out in large quantities, soaking the already thin silk skirt of the beauty in his arms.

He didn't care at all. Instead, he laughed loudly and pounced on the beauty's soaked skirt, taking a deep breath.

Raising his head, he spoke without even glancing at Moen, amidst the beauty's soft chuckle as she covered her mouth:

"But don't worry, I'm not interested in your butt. I only like women with big breasts and big butts, and preferably with a wild personality like Ryoma!"

"That's how you experience the thrill of riding."

As the man's voice fell, an emperor sitting next to him immediately slapped the armrest of his seat.

This was how the nobles of the Old World expressed their pleasure.

Then, the emperor of this ancient empire also raised his wine cup to Moen and said:

“He’s right. I don’t know who you are, or where you get the audacity to say such arrogant things, but I’m also very interested in you.”

"Make an offer. I'd like to compete with this one, because I'm also interested in a top-notch courtier like you. Oh, and as long as she's beautiful, I'm open to it, regardless of gender!"

Even in the relatively cold Orsay Peninsula, the emperor, wearing an olive crown, wore only his signature segmented steel breastplate, along with a red cloak that was enough to make it clear to anyone where he came from.

This is a style favored by nobles of the Old World.

They all claimed to be the sons of Augustus Julius.

They all want to obtain the legal right of succession to the Holy Roman Empire.

Even though this great nation has long since perished.

After all, this is the only great nation that almost ruled the entire world.

The reason for this regret is not that this great nation is incapable.

This was only because of another, even greater tragedy: the greatest man ever seen in history, Augustus Julius, was assassinated by the fools.

When this great man fell in a pool of blood in the Senate, stabbed twenty-three times, this great nation was torn apart with his death.

The only chance to unify the world has thus helplessly vanished.

The emperor's joke completely enlivened the entire venue.

All the powerful and wealthy people laughed at that moment.

As for whether this guy in front of me is someone I shouldn't mess with.

impossible.

From the moment Moen captured everyone's attention, they, and everyone around them, used every means at their disposal to make their judgment.

It's just an ordinary low sequence.

Looking at the nobles who were all laughing loudly, Saint Des looked at Saint Harley, who had been holding him down from the beginning, with a puzzled expression:

"Why are you stopping me? If it weren't for you, I would have taken care of everything the moment he walked in!"

Because Moen had taken the Chamber of Commerce president hostage, the guards dared not make any rash moves.

But Des wouldn't. He had not only been notified well in advance, but was also prepared to take action as soon as he made the slightest move.

He was able to subdue this idiot who appeared out of nowhere before everyone else realized something was wrong.

But he didn't, because Harley grabbed him directly.

"Everyone outside is making a fool of us now. We won't be able to explain ourselves to the church. What are you doing?"

He initially thought that Harley had discovered something and was therefore behaving herself.

But now, this woman has said nothing except to hold him down!

"If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, I will not only handle this myself, but I will also report all your problems truthfully!"

With her father around, if she were to make a careless move, she might end up taking all the blame.

Saint Des is now filled with regret.

If he had known this woman was so unreliable, he would have slept with her long ago!

However, regarding his inquiry.

Saint Harley, a dignified Sequence 3, actually fell to the ground with a thud.

He didn't speak or make any further moves; he just sat there on the ground, staring wide-eyed.

This unusual behavior caused Des to frown.