Chapter 32 Herbo: No, he is sick!
"Sir, the whale oil we have bought a total of 1,250 gold dragon coins. After deducting the other brothers' money, there is still a surplus of 842 gold dragon coins."
The young accountant calculated the profits for Herbo.
There was a mountain of gold coins on the table in front of the two people.
Under the illumination of whale oil candles, it exudes a dazzling luster.
Herbo grabbed a handful of gold coins from the pile and slapped them in front of the young accountant.
"It's yours!"
"Thank you, Mr. Herpo, for your generosity!"
The young accountant was somewhat flattered, and racked his brains to think of some compliments to put Herbo in a better mood.
He couldn't help but think with pride that if Viserys had listened to him, he would also get a large share of the money.
More importantly, he can also earn more.
However, due to Viserys's "changing sides at the last minute", he was unable to take the original 350 stones, but only took 200 stones.
However, another candle workshop offered a very good price, which was higher than his ideal price.
Herbo was in such a good mood that he even felt like singing.
He picked up the glass and took a sip, his eyes narrowed slightly.
It's like drinking some nectar.
Now he has plans to cut ties with Brother Long Er.
It is said that Danny's birthday is coming soon.
He planned to just prepare some gifts and not go himself.
I think Viserys should understand what I mean.
Just as Herbo was planning in his mind, suddenly a black object was thrown into his room through the window.
Looking closely, it turned out to be a person!
Herbo was still calm, but the young accountant behind him was so scared that his face turned pale.
'Is someone targeting me? How dare he? Viserys is still on my side!'
Herbo looked at the window, his mind racing.
However, the next moment, a familiar figure jumped in from the window.
With silver hair, the identity of the person coming is very obvious.
"Lord Viserys, this..."
"An assassin, sent by that whore king."
Brother Long Er said calmly.
The so-called 'whore king' naturally refers to Robert.
He is the VVIP of King's Landing Brothel.
In addition, thanks to the recent improvement in his physical fitness, Viserys was able to carry a person weighing eighty or ninety kilograms on his back and sneak into Herbo's house quietly.
This guy actually set up two sentry posts near his home. That's really cool.
"I have a big place there, and I have Dany with me. It's a little unsafe to bring her back, so I'll leave her here with you first."
"No, are you sick? You brothers and sisters are afraid of insecurity, but I am not afraid?"
Herbo complained in his mind but didn't dare to show it.
He quickly put down his wine glass, then grabbed the female assassin's ankle, and carried her out with Viserys.
"Go get some milk and bring it over."
Brother Long Er said to the young accountant.
Things like milk could be used to dilute the poison, and he didn't want the assassin to die like this.
It would be best if he could tell me his contact information with Robert.
This will buy you some time.
Robert must not send anyone here at least until the end of the ten-day celebration.
As long as Robert doesn't ask the Faceless Men to take action, Brother Long will be fine.
But there were too many people around at that time, and if I participated in the swordsmanship competition, I might not be able to take care of Dany.
"We don't have cow's milk anymore, is goat's milk okay?"
"Can!"
As they spoke, Viserys and Herbo carried the man to a dark room.
It seems that this guy Herbo really yearns for the life of aristocrats.
Because it is said that those nobles like to build dark rooms and dungeons.
I have to say, this darkroom looks pretty good.
There is a wooden bed inside with a mechanism on it that can restrict people's movements.
There were also some torture instruments.
However, upon closer inspection, these torture instruments seem to be too "sensual".
Threads, bumps, mace, what the hell are these! ?
Brother Long Er looked at Herbo meaningfully, and Herbo's old face turned red.
The two men tied the female assassin to the bed in a spread-eagle position before they breathed a sigh of relief.
The lighting outside was not very good just now, and Brother Long Er only now realizes that this female assassin is quite good-looking.
His facial features are soft and at first glance he has nothing to do with the profession of assassin.
"I'm leaving now. Please give her more milk and then starve her for a few days."
"Yeah." Herbo responded calmly.
After Brother Long Er left, he secretly glanced at the female assassin again.
Found out that it really looks good.
But no matter what, she was Viserys's woman, so he didn't dare to use the torture instruments.
...
A few days later, when Viserys saw that his soap had almost dried, he asked Morel to introduce him to Miss Moony Faria.
Morel made no excuses.
After all, it was agreed at the beginning that I was only responsible for the introduction. As for whether the other party was willing to meet me or not, that was none of my business.
However, this matter could not be dealt with perfunctorily, so he spent some money to bribe Faria's maid to help bring up the matter.
The maid, of course, accepted the offer with a smile, and her attitude was similar to that of Morel.
Promising to recommend you does not mean you can meet him.
Taking your money does not mean getting things done.
That day, Faria organized a meeting on her boat.
Every socialite who is famous to a certain extent has her own boat.
They entertained guests on board and even had sex with them.
However, the "top" socialites are very concerned about their reputation.
Therefore, they will not donate their bodies unless it is absolutely necessary.
Unless the other party can give a huge gift.
However, there is an unwritten rule among socialites: the better a person treats you, the less likely you are to let him get you.
But give some hope from time to time.
For example, some people will kill for them, so if these people are their die-hard fans, they must not be allowed to taste too much sweetness.
Giving them any of your personal belongings, even a handkerchief or sock from a maid, was considered a New Year's gift.
In other words, they are the Game of Thrones version of 'Lin Xianer'.
As one of the best among them, Faria certainly understands this truth.
But today's benefactor seems a little difficult to deal with.
"Miss Yueying, please be merciful and consider my proposal. I will never show off like those vain guys."
The man in front of him had black hair, brown eyes and a thin face.
He was wearing a thin blue shirt and purple bloomers.
The pants seemed to be too translucent, so much so that Faria had to look away.
The man looked at the woman in front of him with burning eyes.
Faria's shoulders are a little thin, but she is strong in some ways.
The half-exposed breasts look even smoother than whale fat.
Looking down, the seductive curves suddenly narrowed, and the slender waist seemed like it could be pinched with two hands.
But as you continue down, the curve quickly becomes smooth and plump, making your mouth dry.
"Mr. Daxon, thank you for your kindness, but I can still maintain the workshop for the time being."
The man chuckled and said:
"Don't be ridiculous. Kuboli has already lowered the price to half of previous years. I don't think there is any room for profit.
What's more, I heard that there are only a few skilled workers left in the workshop in Green Water Town, which means that the candles they make are not only of poor quality, but also more expensive. How can they continue to operate?"
"Please, give me your pistil, I will be willing to die, not to mention that workshop."
The young man became more and more explicit as he spoke, leaning forward like a hungry jackal, as if he was about to pounce at any moment.