Chapter 146 The Night Banquet of the Rich Family Next

The dark brown cigar bar was two fingers thick. Leon was not in a hurry to point it. He took out the firebox and cigar pliers. The former was bought by him in a boutique dedicated to the aristocrats in Tomond City for fifty gold coins, much like Leon's original world lighter.

Although it is expensive, it uses a silver shell magic crystal array for ignition, which is ten times better than ordinary flints.

Shining the fire box, Leon took the cigar tongs designed by himself and carefully made by the craftsmen of Saar City, cut the outlet at the cigarette butt, and gently stained the cigarette butt with wine.

He held the cigar strip in one hand, put it on the top of the fire box and turned it to bake, and almost lit the cigarette butt.

Bang!

Leon closed the fire box, pinched the cigar in one hand and took a breath, picked up the glass in the other hand, and buried himself comfortably in the soft sofa.

After smoking a few cigarettes and siping a sip of wine, he relaxed, the smoke was winding, and the figures of the red men and green women in the golden hall became blurred.

Leon didn't notice that someone saw his every move.

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

While Leon was closing his eyes and enjoying himself, a voice suddenly came from his side.

Leon opened his eyes and straightened up, and saw two gray-haired old nobles standing next to him.

The one who asked the question was the fox old man, with a short and thin figure and a wrinkled face with a smile. A pair of flexible eyes showed a shrewd light and stared at the cigar in his hand without blinking.

In sharp contrast to him is the lion companions next to him, who are burly and strong, especially the golden and white hair is impressive.

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

It is none of the nobles of Tormond City who can attend the Marquis Nicholas' dinner. Although he doesn't know these two old nobles, he believes that the identity of each other is not ordinary.

There are many friends and many ways. Although Leon disdains to be adore others, it is another thing for others to take the initiative to come to the door. Rejecting people thousands of miles away will only be his own loss.

This fox old nobleman was not at all. He sat down and introduced himself, "My name is Morrison. I'm a little count!" This old lion is Eisenhouse. Uh-huh, the title is a little higher than me.

Little Count! Leon couldn't help laughing. There was a count and a marquis sitting in front of him casually. If the count was also small, then his baron was really insignificant.

Don't look at the large number of nobles in Tomund City, but most of them are small nobles such as the Lord and Baron. There are definitely not many big nobles above the viscount.

"Good, you two, I'm Baron Leon from Sal in the Glay region." Leon smiled and bowed, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Salling!" The old fox's eyes lit up. He pointed to Leon's cigar on the fire box and asked, "Is this cigar from your territory?"

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

"Of course, I'm so addicted that I feel flustered when I don't smoke for a day!" The old fox sly slyed: "But the number of it is too small. I finally got a box, and it was finished in just a few days!"

The Marquis of Eisenhouse, who was sitting aside, snorted coldly, as if he was very dissatisfied.

The old fox smiled and said, "What are you worried about? Don't you just ask for a few? Isn't our friendship for so many years not worth these cigars?

"Look, didn't I find the lord of Lord Sal? With him, are you afraid of smoking?"

Come here for cigars! Leon suddenly realized. He suddenly realized.

Cigar tobacco is a financial source opened up by Leon for Sal, but at present, the territory has just emerged, and it also takes a long process from tobacco planting to fermentation and baking, so it is impossible to start mass manufacturing immediately.

In order to win over the mercenary union, Leon handed over the exclusive agency of cigars in the southwest province to Bart Limi. Some time ago, a few boxes were tried out, and Bart Limi took them all away to see the customer's reaction first.

There is no doubt that the early trial sales of Bartimi have been a great success, and the nobles of Tormond have liked it.

"I didn't bring much to Tomond City this time..." Leon smiled and said, "If you like it, I'll wait for the new cigars to be made when I go back and send someone to send you a box!"

With that, he took out his cigar box from his arms: "It's all here!"

"Thank you so much!" The old fox grabbed the cigar box with a smile, looking afraid of Leon's repentance.

The Marquis of Eisenhouse couldn't help coughing a few times and moved away from the old fox. It seemed that he was ashamed of his companion's behavior.

"That's right, young man..." The old fox was very thick-skinned and asked carelessly, "I just saw that before you smoked a cigar, why was it dipped in wine and roasted on fire? Why?"

"These are some necessary steps to smoke cigars..." Leon explained with a smile, "It can make cigars taste more mellow. Let me show you."

He pulled 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 in his hands and handed it to the Marquis of Eisenhouse.

The old fox looked embarrassed.

"Well, you're a good boy!"

There was a rare smile on the old lion's face. He reached out and took a sip of the cigar. He was immediately moved: "It's really different. It tastes much better!"

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

Relying on a box of cigars, Leon unexpectedly met a count and a marquis!

While he was smoking and drinking with two old nobles, in an old house two blocks away, a pale-faced middle-aged man was sitting behind his desk, extinguishing the cigar cigarette butt he had just smoked.

The room is full of smoke, and the smell of smoke is choking.

Pang!

A raised fist with blue veins hit the Zhuo version fiercely, arousing countless small ash to fly, and the corners of the middle-aged man's mouth slightly **.

"Why haven't we acted yet? You have to give me an explanation. I spent 50,000 gold coins, but I don't want to sit here and wait for the news!"

Dessel. Collingworth. Wolf Knight, the first heir of the Collins leader, is like a wolf who fell into a trap. His eyes are full of blood and are full of ferocious colors.

Four days ago, he rushed to Tomund City in front of Leon and immediately began to arrange a killing against Leon. He hired a team of dark mercenaries with a lot of money, with the intention that Leon would never return to Sal.

At the beginning, everything went well, but Dessel, who was waiting for Leon to die, waited for the news of the failure of the assassination. The dark mercenary not only did not kill Leon, but lost three people.

If the assassin dies, he will die. Dessel doesn't care at all, but the other two mercenaries disappeared after the failure of the mission. The 50,000 gold coins he paid in advance is equivalent to wasted!

This makes Dessel completely unacceptable. It doesn't matter if he can kill Leon. Even if he spends all his money, Leon is still alive now.

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

After the assassination failed, the breaker immediately disappeared, and Dessel took a lot of effort to find the other party's new place.

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

The wolf knight felt that he had been fooled, so he was very angry!

"That's all I can do. Send the news to find someone for you..." The middle-aged man spread out his hands and said, "I didn't expect that they would choose to do it in the Twilight Hotel. Is Marquis Nicholas easy to mess with?"

"They got into big trouble, and even I had to give up my original business to avoid the limelight. Speaking of which, I lost more, Mr. Deko!"

Deco is a pseudonym for Dessel, and he is not stupid enough to hire a killer with his real identity.

"Then I can't control it. All I know is that you took my money!" Dessel roared, "If you can't do it, then refund the money!"

"Rep the money? That's impossible!" The middle-aged man categorically refused, and his eyes were cold: "I have paid all the money to the other party."

Pang!

A dagger was fiercely inserted in front of the middle-aged man, and the sharp dagger blade flashed with a breathtaking cold light.

"Impossible?" Dessel stared at the other party: "Then take out your own money!"

Fivety thousand gold coins are almost half a year's income. He lost such a large amount of money after he didn't finish his work. How did he explain to his father when he went back?

Dessel can never swallow this breath.

"Then I can't help it..." The middle-aged man pulled out a sagrily smile at the corners of his mouth: "Mr. Deko, do you know why you can find me?"

A black figure appeared silently behind Dessel. The Wolf Knight instinctively felt bad and immediately wanted to attack.

But a small wire wrapped around his neck in an instant and tightened his throat!

De Selton's eyes were bulging. He tried his best to get rid of it, and his throat gurgled.

But the wire tightened, and at the same time, a cold palm pressed on his eyebrows, and a strong force poured in to seal the soul core!

Losing his soul power, Desel is not much better than ordinary people. The wire strangled his skin, and the red blood couldn't help flowing out.

Looking at the wolf knight struggling in despair, the middle-aged man said lightly, "Actually, I also want your life too. Only when you die can I be completely safe."

He smiled and ordered a new cigar.

In the smoke, Dessel gradually stopped struggling.

(to be continued)