Chapter 318 A Different Kind of Noble

No matter how dark it is outside, as long as life goes on, you have to live your life.

After confirming that the gray-clothed army had no intention of entering the city for the time being, although the city gates of the cities around Shiwandashan were still closed for a limited time, the lives of the people had gradually returned to normal. The only difference may be that there is something to talk about while drinking.

As for the nobles, when the news first came out, many of them ran away with their families. However, there are always people who do not choose to leave the city due to various reasons. So some parties and the like are inevitable. Think about it, if you still hold a party calmly at this time, how calm and elegant it will spread.

It was under such an environment that Tang En and his ten liar apprentices forged various identities and traveled among upper-class gatherings.

Generally speaking, nobles are very well-informed. Therefore, Tang En's requirement for these people is to collect as much information about the Gray Army as possible after adapting to various identities and temperaments.

I have to say, the results are impressive! In comparison, those from the secret agency of Joshua are much inferior. Of course, this is inevitable. After all, cities are now restricting the movement of people, so Joshua naturally receives much less information.

In the evening, in the attic where the secret agency was located, Tang En brought these ten people back with a full meal and drinks.

"Matt, you've made great progress in how you treat people recently, which is good. But you still have to pay attention to your image. How could you not pick up a plate full of beef and bite into it at a gathering of nobles? You are a wealthy businessman, aren't you? A hungry native dog."

"Ha ha……"

"Well, I was hungry when I was a child, and I couldn't stand the sight of meat. And for some reason today, the desserts on the table disappeared in a short while... Captain, I will definitely change it next time."

"Ahem, it's good to know. And you, Colliver, don't just laugh at others. The lady stretched out her arms, why didn't you kiss her hand immediately?"

"Captain, I just haven't gotten used to it for a while. The skin on the old lady's hands is saggy and she has applied so much powder, like spoiled and moldy cheese. I feel so panicked when I see it..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

While joking, Tang En walked into the attic door slapping his forehead. The dozen or so people followed behind, laughing and mocking each other, looking at Tang En's back with unabashed admiration in their eyes.

This admiration comes from one's own amazing changes and the sense of accomplishment from getting valuable information from time to time.

It has been nearly a month of training and everyone is familiar with each other. Even for Tang En, who was still a little in awe at first, the dozen or so people gradually let go of their burdens and occasionally joked.

Although Tang En didn't let them call him boss, instructor, or anything like that, it was because they were too stupid and bad and couldn't afford to lose that person. But in their opinion, Tang En, this extremely legendary figure, is undoubtedly their instructor.

"Don..."

As soon as he entered the door, Tang En saw Josiah running towards him, and waved his hand back: "That's it for today, let's all disperse."

When the dozen or so people heard this, their faces straightened, they bowed and then dispersed.

Turning his hands, Tang En took out a bag full of desserts from under his gorgeous robe and went towards it: "Ha, it's just some desserts, there's no need to be in such a hurry."

"Don, there's a letter from Aunt Rosa."

"Well……"

…

In Port Pulin, along the road that Tang En had taken before chasing Sethman, a group of obviously noble figures were about to get off the luxury ship.

"This is Pulin City, which is said to separate the north and the south of Bran? It doesn't look very good." An old man in luxurious clothes stood on the side of the ship and glanced at the port, and said quite reservedly.

The old man beside him shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "Sir Simpson, there is only one place in the capital. In terms of prosperity, this place is naturally not as prosperous as the capital. But here the north and south meet, and the scenery and buildings are mixed. If you look carefully, there is still something special. Same taste."

"Oh? Then we need to take a closer look. Haha, I hope it is just as Sir Ronald said. Please!" Sir Simpson, who was called Sir, turned sideways and waved to the trestle connecting the shore.

"Sir, please go first." Sir Ronald was also polite.

"Haha, then I will..." After laughing twice, Simpson stopped being polite and stepped onto the trestle with a simple salute. But at this moment, a black shadow suddenly rushed out from behind, pushed Simpson aside, and stepped onto the trestle. As he walked down, he turned back and said,

"You two old guys have been nagging you all the way. Now on the next boat, your mother will keep nagging you. Your mother can't stand you!"

Although it is evening now, there are lighting facilities in the port. The man walking on the trestle was a middle-aged man with a strong physique. With the words "your mother" he kept saying in his mouth, he looked like a reckless man. But judging from the way he had just pushed away two nobles without caring about him and the expensive clothes he was wearing, he was undoubtedly a big noble.

Sure enough, even though the two old nobles who had been humiliated were livid and kept muttering words like "stupid pig" and "damn you" in their mouths, they did not wave their hands to let the guards on the side kill this person.

In addition to the guards and servants, there were many people with extraordinary status behind the two noble old men. However, they were not as gangster as the man just now. They all pretended not to notice and looked at the surrounding ports.

Although there was some unpleasantness, the ship still had to disembark.

When a group of people with such status gathered together, there would naturally be people in Pulin City to receive them. Under the trestle, the lord of Pulin City and a group of local nobles were bowing to greet them.

Because he did not see what had just happened, the enthusiastic city lord encountered a problem with Simpson and Ronald, and his words and actions suddenly became more cautious. Judging from this point of view, this group of people from the capital is indeed very powerful.

After the city lord here carefully greeted him, he pointed to the carriage path not far behind him: "My lords, you have worked hard all the way. It's getting late now, why don't you go to the city to rest first?"

Regardless of whether they have the highest status or not, Simpson and Ronald are the oldest people in the crowd, so it is natural for them to come forward when they need to come forward. But just as he was about to talk, the majestic middle-aged man looked around and said as if no one was watching: "Strange, where is that boy Philip?"

The Simpsons' faces darkened again, but after hearing this, they still glanced at the crowd behind them and asked in a low voice.

"Philip, Philip..."

As a group of nobles, regardless of the geographical differences between the north and the south, they must pay attention to elegance in everything they say and do. But now this majestic man didn't care about this and just roared a few times with a rough voice. The loud sound echoed in the port, shaking the two Simpsons beside them and rolling their eyes.

"Coming, coming." There were responses one after another, and in a moment, a figure appeared on the bow of the ship. While adjusting my clothes, I walked down the trestle.

Youthful appearance, handsome face. It seemed that he had just been entangled with someone, his clothes were a little disheveled, and the red lip mark on the corner of his mouth that had not yet been wiped off... Well, this was the friend Tang En and the others met during the negotiation, the wolf of lust - Philip.

These two guys... Simpson glanced at Phillip, then at the majestic middle-aged man next to him, and the corners of his mouth twitched like toothache.

"Haha, Philip, where is that woman of yours?" The majestic middle-aged man seemed to be quite familiar with Philip, and asked with his arms around his shoulders.

Philip wiped the red lips from the corner of his mouth and replied nonchalantly: "I went back with the ship... my fate is over."

"Haha, your reason is true!" As if he knew what happened to Phillip very well, the majestic middle-aged man shook his head and laughed.

A small interlude. Now that the people here have gathered, the next step is to go to the resting place arranged by the city lord.

But the majestic middle-aged man had another problem. He waved to the city lord and said, "No need, just tell us the address. Well, by the way, give me another address. Which city has the most and most beautiful women?" Don’t say you don’t know what I mean.”

After a pause, under the dumbfounded gaze of the city lord, he stretched his muscles and said, "Damn, you don't need a good teleportation array, you have to take a boat. I'm so suffocated these days, why are you still standing there, please tell me your address... …By the way, who else among you is going, I’ll treat you.”

...cold scene...

Simpson and the others knew this guy's style, so they were not surprised and acted as if they didn't recognize him. However, the city lords and nobles who came to receive him were a little dumbfounded. What happened? This person... Well, he is indeed bold and bold.

"Hey, no one is going? Philip, aren't you going either?"

Phillip scratched his hair and spread his hands: "I don't like this."

"Oh, I understand, I understand, you like to seduce good ladies." After patting his head, the masculine middle-aged man glanced around. Seeing that no one responded, he waved his hands boredly: "Forget it, let's come out with you. It’s really boring. Every one of them is either too old or just pretending.”

The following words were muttered in a low voice, but the low voice was enough for everyone to hear.

The city lord and others were naturally shocked and lowered their heads to pretend not to hear. Although some of the other people accompanying him had sulky expressions, they did not share his common understanding. But Simpson and Ronald couldn't stand it anymore. They were already stimulated, but now they were told "no"...

"Alex! Watch your words and deeds. Look at you, you don't look like a noble!" Simpson looked angrily and shouted sternly.

Nobles, no matter how angry they are, will generally not do such degrading things as insulting someone in person. Relatively speaking, this kind of questioning that directly points out that the other party has no aristocratic demeanor is already a very heavy insult.

However, the majestic middle-aged man named Alex didn't care at all and curled his lips: "What's wrong with me? I'm just telling the truth. Tell me, are you okay? If so, let's compare."

"You, you, you...you will die in the hands of a woman sooner or later!"

"Oh, what a curse. You really wanted to die like this, but it's a pity that you are beyond your capabilities."

"Ya ya ya...ugh!"

"Scared, Sir Simpson, Sir Simpson..."

"Hurry, hurry, call the doctor..."

"Go to church, it's close to here..."

The port was in chaos as Simpson suddenly fell to the ground.

In the chaos, Alex took two steps back speechlessly and spread his hands: "Here comes this trick again, pretending to be stunned if you can't speak... Hey, everyone saw that I didn't hit him. Don't look for it if anything happens." me……"

…………(To be continued.)