After the beagle entered the cave, there was no initial movement. After a while, there was a fierce and rapid "chicking" sound from the cave, accompanied by the barking of the hound.
Immediately afterwards, a red fox suddenly appeared in the cave. Seeing this, the surrounding hounds quickly rushed forward to encircle the fox without waiting for the hunters' orders.
One of the white hounds with brown patterns became the lucky one. He grabbed the red fox in one bite, ran to Constantine, held his head high, and proudly presented the results of the battle in front of the hunter.
"Good job, buddy," Constantine did not hesitate to admire, knelt down, stroked the lucky man's head with his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to take the prey from his mouth.
Then stood up, held up the prey in his right hand, and showed it to everyone.
The hunters cheered loudly, and the fox hunt was a complete success and successfully caught the red fox.
After a while, the beagle that got into the hole, wagging its tail, walked in front of Constantine, and barked "Wantly" at Constantine.
"Don't worry, I know you also have credit, and your reward is indispensable." Constantine bowed and stroked the comforting beagle.
"For these hunters who have made great contributions, should we give them rewards, folks," Constantine asked, looking around the hunters around him.
"Of course, Lord Duke", Gao Bairui replied.
"Yes, if you make a contribution, you will naturally be rewarded."
"Yes."
There was a sound of echoing around.
Constantine handed the prey in front of Nina, and Nina reached for it.
Then he squatted down between the two hounds, one big and one small, stroking their heads.
"Yes, I have made a contribution, and naturally I am rewarded," Constantine said solemnly. The words seemed to be admiring the hound, but when he spoke, he addressed the invited guests around him and looked at it meaningfully. Against them.
Gao Bairui and Steve looked at each other.
Standing up, Constantine opened the package on Helen and took out a piece of red pork sausage. Holding a dagger in his right hand, he cut the sausage into pieces and placed them in front of the big and small hounds.
The two hounds feasted and ate with gusto.
The hounds around are barking barking, squatting or lying down, and looking up at them admiringly enjoying the food.
"Those who haven't made a contribution will naturally have no chance to be rewarded." These words seem to warn the other hounds around and make them give up unrealistic delusions.
"Are you right?" Constantine asked the surrounding guests for their opinions.
None of the invited guests came from a simple family background, and most of them heard what Constantine's words meant.
"Of course, your Excellency, those who have not made a contribution are not worthy of being rewarded," Costebrough in the crowd replied.
The others remained silent.
Steve and Gao Bairui looked at each other, and Gao Bairui shook his head.
When everyone saw Steve and Gao Bairui, they didn't respond, and they pretended to be deaf and dumb, just as they didn't understand.
Constantine saw everyone's reaction in his eyes and sighed in his heart, knowing that things would not go so smoothly.
As for Costebro's reaction, it was also in Constantine's expectation.
Alpha Bank is not as wealthy and deep-rooted as the National Bank of Greece. This bank has only been established for three or four years, and its business has just begun to develop. It is eager to open up the situation. What is more powerful than the combination of money and power?
The National Bank of Greece is different. This is a bank with decades of history. It is not as eager as Alpha Bank. Anyway, they hold the right to issue currency, and they will have a share of their own interests at any time.
They have all heard of Constantine's actions in Africa, although not in detail.
Constantine had never revealed his ambitions in public. He was worried that he would startled and alarmed the European powers and was self-defeating.
Therefore, the Africa project has been carried out in secret, without saying anything, and it doesn't matter when the fait accommodating country cannot stop the Congolese.
They still have doubts in their hearts. In their eyes, Greece, a small European country, wants to grab a colony in Africa, which is surrounded by wolves. It is too whimsical in their eyes.
In their eyes, I am afraid that Constantine, who is only fifteen years old,'s plan, is like a naughty game.
Although he had expected it, Constantine still felt a moment of suffocation looking at the scene in front of him.
However, it was not entirely without gain. Costerbrook was able to express his attitude so simply, it was a bit unexpected.
But thinking about the current situation of Alfa Bank, it will be understandable.
They probably just feel that they can live in strange goods, and I am afraid they don't look up to Constantine's African plans in their hearts.
More I just want to take this opportunity to go online with the Royal Tower of the Greek Palace, Gain political gains.
The drunkard doesn't mean to drink.
But it doesn't matter. What they want is political support, and Constantine urgently needs economic support. It is what you want to do. Strengthening the cooperation between the two sides is mutually profitable.
"Well, gentlemen, let's take a break," Constantine said.
The hunting activity came to an end, UU reading www. The previous hunting of red foxes by uukanshu.com, whether it is a horse or a hunting dog, is physically exhausting and the hunters are also very tired.
The servants on horseback heard Constantine's words and took down the stall they carried and spread them on a flat ground for everyone to rest.
Then he led the horses to regain strength in the nearby woods.
Constantine, who was resting on the blanket, took the water bottle that Nina had handed him, and took two sips of "gumming".
Lying on the blanket, watching the white clouds in the sky gather and disperse, the blue sky is like a large piece of pure and flawless blue gems, and I took a deep breath. The fresh fragrance of vegetation and soil filled my chest.
In a relaxing moment, it seems that all thoughts have been dispelled at this moment.
Unknowingly, he relaxed completely, and Constantine, who was squinting, took a nap.
Nina held a green grass that had been folded from somewhere in her hand, quietly handed it to Constantine's nose, giggling and tickling it.
"Ah cut," Constantine rubbed his sore nose, impatiently snatching the grass from Nina's hand.
But when he saw the shape of the grass in his hand, he was stunned.
The stalk of the grass is straight, with many branches on the upper part, and the finely divided small leaves, showing an arrow-like shape.
A sense of familiarity came to my heart, where have you seen this stuff?
Nina saw Constantine staring blankly at the grass in her hand, motionless, frowning, her face ignorant, she didn't know what happened to Constantine.
She used to play with Constantine a lot, but she had never seen Constantine now.
Constantine, who holds the grass in his hand, feels very familiar when he looks at him, but he is the grass whose name cannot be called, the Thinker.
What is the name of this grass?