Chapter 355 Who is in favor and who is against
Bairro City is an ordinary city in the Principality of Franconia. The life of traffickers and gangsters is the same as everywhere. There are several deep-rooted local families and people sent by the Grand Duke of Franconia. Stories of city lords fighting for power are common in this land.
It’s just that the war has been raging recently, and the army is not far from here. The city has become an important logistics base. The Archduke of Franken sent the loyal old knight Quant to garrison.
The dignitaries in the city touched their necks and felt that the sword was still relatively hard, so they unanimously chose to be gentle, lest Archduke Franken would snap them off in anger.
Although the main force in the front was surrounded, there was a huge disparity in the strength of the two sides on paper. Everyone believed that Archduke Franken would definitely win the final victory, so they drank and danced.
The knight Quant, who was in charge of military affairs, was so loyal to his duties that he never attended a drinking party or dance. Although the local gentlemen were a little dissatisfied because they could not help deal with the "expired food" in the army warehouse, on the surface I still have to give a few compliments.
Soon after, a new piece of news came, Madz, the wife of Knight Quant, arrived.
When anyone inquired about it, it turned out that Mats was born into a merchant family. The man who had been coveting the warehouse for a long time suddenly realized that this was the case.
Quwant has been living in the military camp. When he saw Mats in the tent, he asked with a straight face: "What are you doing here?"
There is no emotional basis between the couple. But the superficial effort is still sufficient, which is the norm among married nobles.
According to tradition, when the husband goes to war, the wife must stay at home and pray, and cannot leave the house. Otherwise, she is unfaithful, or on the road to infidelity.
That being said, in fact, this is just to keep a hostage. It doesn’t matter if you want to get a pretty boy or not.
Matz's appearance here is a serious violation of tradition, and Quandt does not want his reputation to be damaged.
“For Herbert.” Mats calmly said the name of their eldest son, “I can live for a long time, and I will count on him when you die.”
Quandt His expression softened a lot. His eldest son, Herbert, was a very mediocre man. He was now guarding the gate of the castle belonging to the Archduke of Franconia and was considered a hostage.
Mats continued: "Herbert is not married now. You can take advantage of your station here to find a marriage for him." A capable wife.”
Quvant sat on the chair with his head lowered and said nothing for a long time.
He knew very well that his abilities other than loyalty were mediocre, and his son was an ordinary person without much talent. Archduke Franken needed him now, so he gave himself the opportunity to trade his life for his son's future.
Now that this level is passed, what happens next?
"Okay." Quandt sighed, "You figure it out."
Matz left the military camp, found a decent hotel to stay in in the city of Byro, and then started busy stand up.
The first one to appear was the lady’s social circle. After hinting at the salon, Mats gave the local family a satisfactory answer.
Cars came in and out of the military camp, and the total amount of military rations did not decrease but increased a little. It’s just that the beans eaten by civilians are now not even eaten by mice.
This is the first time that Quwant has done this kind of thing without letting go of his hands and feet, otherwise the mice can take a walk there when they are full.
With his wife's help, Quandt's reputation is getting better and better, and his son's marriage is almost on the horizon.
"Let me host the banquet?"
Quvant was a little unhappy with Matz's new suggestion and said in a deep voice: "Drinking will delay things."
Mats said: "Herbert's marriage has made progress, and you men need to make a final decision." Quandt asked: "The wine prepared for me should not be strong."
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Mats borrowed the house of a small businessman who wanted to get married, and personally organized the entire banquet. He wrote letters inviting all the prominent people in Barrow City, from the city lord to the officials to the wealthy businessmen. Everything was handled in an orderly manner, which made outsiders marvel.
On the night when Bobo and the others went to refill the well, there was a lot of drinking and laughter in the dining room of the house. People kept raising their glasses to wish the health of the Grand Duke of Franconia and the Knight of Quandt.
Quvant used to be a marginal figure. It was the first time he sat at the main seat in such a luxurious banquet, and he seemed a little embarrassed for a while.
His heart was bleeding. One look at the cost of tonight's banquet would be huge. Is it necessary to be so wasteful? I'm afraid even that Hoffman can't afford such a roasted whole pig easily. There is a roasted whole lamb and a whole roasted calf, and all the wine must be aged for more than ten years.
The city lord of Byro City and Quwante are of the same generation, and they fought side by side when they were young.
It's just that Quvant's martial arts skills are not good among the knights. He is often absent due to serious injuries and has no great achievements. He is not like him who can become a confidant of the Grand Duke and take charge of a city.
He is now too fat to ride a horse or hold a sword, but now that his son and grandson are serving under the Grand Duke, it is not a big problem to make contributions and take over.
Although the two have known each other for many years, they are not familiar with each other. This does not prevent the city lord from coming to feast and drink, and at the same time help Quwante's future in-laws speak good words.
The marriage of Quwante's son has basically been decided. The dowry promised by the merchant is quite generous, and the girl is of average quality, with nothing to fault.
Seeing that the victory banquet and the unity banquet were about to end, the door of the restaurant was pushed open.
Frederick was wearing a black double-breasted trench coat with silver buttons and seemed to be unarmed. After closing the door, he pulled a chair behind the door and sat down at the other end of the long table.
Quwant thought he was from Barrow City, and the Lord of Barrow City thought he was from Quwant. Both sides asked each other at the same time: "Who is he?"
Frederick looked around at the people on both sides of the long table and smiled. If it hadn't been for Mats' help, it would have been difficult to gather all the heads in the city together.
"I am Friedrich von Wesson." He said lightly, "Now I declare that this city is occupied by me. Who is in favor and who is against?"
Present Everyone was completely drunk all of a sudden, and immediately a few people were so drunk that they slid from their chairs to the bottom of the table and started snoring.
The Lord of the City was about to stand up and angrily scold Frederick, but after standing up, he felt dizzy and confused.
Quvant reacted faster and had already drawn his sword when he stood up.
“Bang! Bang!”
Frederick didn’t talk nonsense to the two of them, and took out a revolver from under his windbreaker and shot each of them.
The restaurant suddenly smelled of blood and urine. Frederick took out a white handkerchief and carefully wiped the gun, and asked calmly: "Who else?"
No one dared to make a sound, and their breathing became much lighter. The maids huddled in the corner covered their mouths and shivered.
After two minutes, Frederick put away his handkerchief and said with a smile: "Since you all don't agree, you can't blame me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the restaurant was opened again. Pushing open, what rushed in this time was a group of Duke's Guard soldiers wearing black uniforms, gas masks and holding pea guns.
Their actions were so quick and decisive that people on both sides of the table fell in blood before they could even finish shouting "I agree".
(End of this chapter)