Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 578: 579 Decisive

Chapter 578: 579 Decisive

Chapter 578 579. Decisive

Facing the almost naked questioning, Stewart remained calm and did not look like an eighteen-year-old young man, and Haxo still smiled as if he had not seen anything.

"grown ups."

Hilton narrowed his eyes dangerously and shouted respectfully again.

"This is different from what we agreed before. I have sold my goods to you at the biggest discount. Which one of you here has not eaten the food in my fleet? Which one of you has not had his equipment damaged? Did the craftsmen in my fleet repair it?

"The guards of my convoy have also helped in many battles. We can't be like prostitutes visiting a brothel, just lift our pants and ignore people, right? This is neither decent nor upright."

Huckthorne's expression didn't change at all.

Of course, Mr. Hilton, its not respectable or honest.

But it keeps us alive.

Cant you see how many people are dying of hunger and cold outside?

"Of course I feel sad and sad for those poor people, sincerely." Hilton said coldly, "But I will definitely not destroy my goods because of sadness and sadness!"

The cold light of steel in the businessman's sleeves is about to emerge from the cuffs.

"So I don't need you to destroy your goods." Haxo said with a smile, "We will help you."

"Haktho! Don't be so shameless, you bastard! I'm from Soden, and I won't lose money for the life and death of you Cintra people! Then I'd rather die!"

"Oh? You are not willing to sacrifice the cargo of this convoy for the lives of the people of Cintra?"

Haxo showed an expression other than a smile for the first time, and he was a little surprised. Hilton's words seemed to confuse him.

"But as far as I know. Lincoln, what is our Mr. Hilton's main business?"

The half-year-old child who had been taking notes next to Haxo sniffed first, and then gave the answer fluently.

"Sir, Mr. Hilton is a businessman with a license from the Temerian royal family. He uses Soden as a transit agent to sell Temerian high-end handicraft products to us at high prices. We are unable to produce these, so he has always been the one to start the business. Whatever the price is, we can only offer it.

Then may I think so? said Hackthor.

"Our friend from the great northern country has made countless wealth by relying on his monopoly reselling business. His many luxurious properties in Soden, Temeria, and Cintra, and his large sums of money, are all The wealth created by the hard work of the people of Sintra. And all he relied on was a piece of paper printed with a white floral pattern?"

And when the war came, when the Nilfgaardians began to ravage the land and its people, a country that they had taken advantage of financially over and over again.

"You said that the people here have nothing to do with you. You said that you would rather die than release a caravan of goods for the lives of these people."

Huck Thor was still smiling, but that smile made the tent feel cold inexplicably.

Dear Mr. Hilton.

You have enjoyed all the honor and acclaim that money and channels have brought you in this country, and the girls in the brothels are willing to **** your eggs for your gold coins. Now you want to leave a less good business, sir.

Even if it was there before, I dont allow it now!

There is no doubt that Hilton was suppressed in the momentum of the conversation.

Huckthorne's hand that was not holding the scepter grabbed Hilton's dagger hidden in his sleeve, and placed it on his neck very calmly and politely.

"Of course, my neck is now under your knife. You don't need such a sophisticated dagger. A razor can open my throat. But before you pull out the handle of the knife, I have to remind you. "

From beginning to end, his smiling eyes were fixed on Hilton's eyes. "I don't care about my life, my dear sir. Because as I said to you, you have earned the money of the people of Sintra, and it is time for you to pay it back. I am a royal steward, and I used to sit on the majority floor of Sintra. Its **** on peoples heads! Wealth, status, prestige, you have it, I have it too. So its time for me to pay it back. Its time for us all to pay it back.

But I have to remind you, sir.

"After you pull the knife away from my veins, you and your friends will walk out of here safe and sound, I promise."

Then my son will go to the Nilfgaardians, the Nilfgaardians who are alone.

My son will chop them up alive, chop off their limbs and hang them on poles, castrate them and stuff them into their mouths.

These wooden poles will be erected in the most conspicuous place, along with a sign. The sign will say: We did this together, thanking the Hilton Chamber of Commerce for its material support.

"It seems that your mother, wife and children are in Soden? That is a really dangerous place. After all, the Nilfgaardians have strong military strength, self-esteem and arrogance. They went to Soden to massacre a wealthy merchant family who had insulted them. It doesnt seem to be difficult?

Haktho's voice was soft and polite, as if he was still serving the royal family of Cintra with all his heart.

Geralt has heard this sound before, when he first met Calanthe and it was this sound when Haxor shaved him.

At the time, he enjoyed Hacksall's approach and sound.

but now

Hilton licked his lips unconsciously, his eyes flying around in panic.

The mercenary who was about to touch the hilt of the sword at his waist blinked blankly and moved his hand away from the easily misunderstood position.

Huckthorne loosened Hilton's sleeves and smiled.

An expression that says you are ready to take action.

But the big businessman who was so aggressive just now seemed to be afraid that the dagger would shave off a piece of Haxo's beard.

With an extremely gentle gesture, he took a step back while holding his breath.

It wasnt until the dagger completely left the skin of Haxos neck that he suddenly began to breathe again.

The former royal steward smiled as always, looking at the big businessman who was panting heavily and starting to sweat coldly.

We will take all useful cargo from your convoy. We will recruit all your convoy guards.

"This is not a request or solicitation, this is a notice I am giving you on behalf of the people of Sintra."

Now, everyone in this tent has nothing to say.

Huckthor smiled, while his son stood beside him with a calm expression.

Everything seems normal.

But everyone who looked at them knew clearly that they were crazy!

From now on, there will no longer be room for small groups in the entire refugee group.

If anyone still stands in the way of the goals of Hucksall and his son, they will drag them to death without hesitation!

There is no doubt that it is a decisiveness close to self-destruction!

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