"Give me what you need, and I will take you to wherever you want to go in this world!" The extremely vague horse-shaped creature spit out mist and spoke words that were similar to human beings.
"Two of us, when we go to Turtle Island, it's best to teleport directly in front of Sevis." Jarend pointed at himself and then at Plisson next to him, and then threw the ancient gold coin in his hand into the mist in front of him. .
"I understand what you want." The horse-shaped creature picked up the gold coins floating in the mist, and then the silver-gray mist instantly covered the bodies of Pleasant and Jarende.
Pleasant felt like the world was spinning for a while, and then the fog dispersed, and he and Jerlend went directly to a luxuriously furnished room.
It seemed that because of such high-intensity teleportation, when Plisson was still a little dizzy, Jarende took a few steps forward without any adverse reaction and shouted loudly in the room.
"Is Sevis here? Debt collection!" As soon as Jarend finished speaking, a shadow formed on the floor of the room, and a thin middle-aged man emerged from the shadow.
"Shh, Mr. Jarende, keep your voice down. Don't let my men outside hear me. I will be embarrassed if they hear me." The middle-aged man whispered to Jarende.
"Sevis, you came out pretty quickly, okay, let's talk in a lower voice." Jarend saw the middle-aged man emerging from the shadows, and his voice naturally became lower.
"Okay, come on, come on, take a seat first." Servais politely asked Pleasant and Jarend to take their seats.
Service's voice was small and his tone of voice was weak, especially his thin appearance, which was incompatible with the Turtle Island in Pleasant's imagination.
"Tyrant" is a far cry from that.
"Mr. Jerlend, you came all the way without even saying a word to me. I didn't even prepare anything to entertain you." Servais said politely, while making some drinks for Pleasant and the other two. Tea.
"There's no need to entertain. Mr. Pleasant and I have important matters to attend to. I'm just here to explain a few things to you."
"Ouch, what's going on? I need to trouble Mr. Gerund to come in person."
"As I said just now, regarding debt collection, according to the Grand Duke's wishes, he doesn't seem to be very satisfied with your recent performance." Jarende took a sip of the tea brewed on the table and said lightly.
"Oh, my question is, the things that the Archduke recently entrusted to me have indeed not been done well. Then Mr. Jerlend, can you see if there is anything that can be done to make up for it?" Servais said while taking a look from his arms. He took out an exquisite storage ring and stuffed it into Jarend's hand.
Jarend naturally placed the storage ring in his hand on the hearing aid in his right ear. After shaking it a few times, he nodded gently.
"Is there a place for remediation? There is indeed one. Listen to me analyze it with you."
"According to the Grand Duke's original intention, he wanted me to transfer the loan I placed on you to Williams in Ghost City, and asked me to support Williams to become the Lord of Ghost City."
"Ah, Williams is the city lord, can the Ghost Earl agree? Even if the Ghost Earl agrees, that mad dog Joseph can't come out to bite people?" Service said in surprise.
"Well... your information is a little lagging behind. I suggest that your subordinates should hire some intelligence personnel in the future. There is no need to hire so many people to keep an eye on those broken channels every day to collect tolls."
"ha?"
"Ahem, the Ghost Earl is no longer here." Jarend gave Service a look, and the other party immediately understood what he meant.
"Then...how to deal with this mad dog Joseph? If he is cornered, he will bite."
"Yes, he can indeed bite, and Archduke Vlad helped him to be promoted to a saint. His teeth became more powerful and his screams became more ferocious. Even Williams was bitten by him. If nothing else, it should be It is controlled by the power of the bloodthirsty person."
"Ah, Williams was bitten? Then the Archduke's plan..."
"The plan to support Williams won't work, so we have to settle for the next best thing and choose another plan." Jarend turned to look at Plisson, who was sitting next to him and drank tea silently, and introduced to Servais. ,
"I would like to introduce to you the man next to me, Mr. Pleasant, the designated heir of the Ghost Earl, the current captain of the Black Emperor, and the future Lord of the Ghost City."
"Um...Hello." Pleasant was a little confused by Jarende's series of introductions, and waved to Servais hesitantly.
"Hello, hello, I noticed just now that Your Excellency was next to Mr. Jerlend. Your Excellency exudes the unique aura of a strong man. He must be a dragon among men." Service praised Plisson. ,
"In Lower Sevis, the leader of Turtle Island is not worth mentioning. I hope you will take good care of me in the future."
"Ahem, I can't take direct action in killing Joseph, so I need to take back the loan deposited with you and transfer it to Mr. Pleasant to ensure that he has enough strength to kill Joseph. , after everything settles, I will take back the loan and temporarily deposit it back to you."
"When I return to Albany, I will say a few words of kindness to the Grand Duke for you, saying that you have also helped in this struggle. The Grand Duke will naturally not blame you, and you will also gain the friendship of the new Pirate King of the West Sea. , kill multiple birds with one stone." Jarend patted Servis on the shoulder and said very sincerely.
"Okay, okay, Mr. Jerlend, you are smart. This plan is indeed a good one." Service nodded repeatedly.
"The plan is good, but whether it succeeds or not depends on Mr. Pleasant." Jarend smiled and winked at Service.
"This is a little bit of my heart. Please accept it, Mr. Pleasant." Service understood Gerund's eyes, took out an exquisite storage ring from his arms, and handed it to Pleasant.
Jarend took over the storage ring for Pleasant. He placed the ring next to the right ear with the hearing aid, shook it slightly, and then put the ring into Pleasant's hand.
"I think Mr. Pleasant will be satisfied."
"Yeah." Seeing that Jarende had finished speaking, Plisson naturally nodded along.
"Okay, no more words, let me take back the loan you are carrying." Jarend stood up and said.
"Um, Mr. Gerund, how long will it take to take it back this time?"
"Don't worry, it won't take long." Jarende stretched out his hand and gently grabbed it forward, and a shadow with light golden lines emerged from Seves' body and fell on Jarende's hand.
As soon as this shadow emerged from Service's body, Service's thin body immediately swelled. The previous sick look no longer existed, and instead became more powerful.
With his strong muscles and tall body, without Gerald's strength, Service's image is more in line with Pleasant's imagination.
"tyrant".
