"Come on, what are you doing standing still? Hurry up and pick up the guests!"
Upon hearing that the Wismark woman was visiting, Renn immediately stood up from the sofa with a bright smile on his face.
Just when I was thinking of finding someone to take the blame, someone stepped forward.
He coughed lightly and ordered: "Remember, this is a distinguished guest. Let everyone pay attention. Your attitude must be enthusiastic and proactive, and your smile must be sincere and friendly!"
"I understand." The maid smiled sweetly, bowed and left.
The sun shines all over the city and the climate is pleasant.
Outside the villa, the alien woman Candice stood at the wrought iron door.
This time, for some reason, she didn’t wear the tribe’s traditional cheongsam-like clothing.
Candice has waist-length hair and a hot figure. She wore a pink body-hugging short-sleeved shirt with red rose petals on it.
The lower body is a pair of sky blue women's denim trousers, which highlights the thrilling curves of her long legs.
Her chin was slightly raised, her sexy long legs stood straight, and her white and smooth arms were crossed in front of her chest, giving people a slightly arrogant and wild feeling.
Gorgeous and unruly, like a rouged horse, it is easy to arouse the desire to conquer in men.
"Please come in!"
At the simple wrought iron door, Cowboy Garcia, who received the boss's order, smiled broadly and made a gesture of invitation.
The foreign woman Candice did not speak, and her beautiful purple eyes glanced at the energetic guards in black uniforms guarding the door of the villa.
Her eyes paused for a moment on the silver eagle logos on their uniforms and the Force firearms in their hands.
During this time, in order to prepare for today's negotiation, she went to get to know the Thorns Security Company located in Diramo City.
Thanks to the alliance of nobles on the edge of the plains who smeared Renn in various small and medium-sized newspapers and promoted the "upstart threat theory", Candice had a rough idea of the power and energy of the Thorn Security Company.
Not to be underestimated!
This is the conclusion Candice comes to.
Although it was just established, after killing Marcelo, building temporary residential areas, resettling the indigenous Kangao people, destroying the drug lord Matt, and training mercenaries...
After this series of activities, the foundation of Thorn Security Company has been established!
The only fly in the ointment is that the foundation accumulation is a bit shallow. The company, except Ren, lacks high-level extraordinary people.
This is not surprising, it is very difficult to recruit a fourth-level master!
A fourth-level transcendent's status will not be low no matter where he goes. As long as a master does not offend the royal family, he can easily obtain a noble title from the king.
It's not easy to just get a large fiefdom.
And no one would find an immediate boss for themselves to work for others when they can live a prosperous life.
Unless there are enough benefits, such as a large piece of land.
But Renn has risen too fast. He only has a 500-acre manor that he has not yet acquired. You can imagine how difficult it is to recruit masters to work for him...
Under the leadership of cowboy Garcia, Candice passed through the courtyard paved with white marble and planted with flowers, plants and shrubs on both sides.
The decoration in the villa is quite elegant, with several glass chandeliers hanging on the ceiling, purple wind chimes swaying, white ceramic tiles on the walls, some oil landscape paintings, and solid wood paving on the floor.
Seeing a guest coming in, the sweet-looking maid wearing a black skirt decorated with white lace bowed slightly:
"Welcome, Miss Candice, Lord Ackerman is already waiting."
The maid has a sweet voice and every move she makes is elegant and appropriate.
It was obvious that she had been trained in etiquette.
Candice just nodded slightly, with a rather cold expression.
Foreigners prefer to be straightforward. She is not used to being polite to others, especially those who are weaker than her.
She was more polite to Ren because he defeated her.
The maid was not impressed by her cold gesture.
"follow me."
She led Garcia and Candice gracefully along the stairs to the reception hall on the second floor of the villa.
"Miss Candice, come on, please sit down."
Master Ren's smile was particularly bright, as if he were a big customer in a store. He praised, "Your clothes are very beautiful. It reveals your youthful beauty and sexy tall figure."
He took the initiative to shake Candice's hand, and then asked her to sit down very politely.
The foreign woman was a little surprised by such warm and hospitable people.
"Thanks."
Candice responded to his compliment with a smile.
"Beatrice, go and get a bottle of Crimson Moon from my wine cabinet." Renn quickly ordered.
The maid responded and quickly brought a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet.
Renn personally poured a glass of red wine for Candice and handed the glass to her:
"Come and taste Faloran's top-notch red wine."
Sitting on the leather sofa with her big white legs crossed, drinking mellow and delicious sweet red wine, Candice's beautiful and exotic face looked a little confused.
She felt that the other party was very enthusiastic.
Not only that, when she put down the cup, Cowboy Garcia smiled brightly and immediately handed her a "Feng Chun" cigar (a luxury cigarette, retail price is one gold coin).
"No."
Candice refused. She likes wine, spirits, and beer. Black tea and milk tea are also acceptable.
But she doesn't smoke and hates green tea and coffee.
"Then let's have some dessert and fruit."
Garcia put away his cigarettes and brought up a plate of fresh cut fruits from the cold box, with some exquisite pastries on top.
He placed the plate full of fruit pastries on the long glass table in front of Candice, and the maid immediately helped her fill the wine.
Looking at Candice who was a little bit unconscious, Ren said with a warm smile:
"Beauty, you didn't treat me well, please see Liang."
Candice: “…”
She suddenly felt a little panicked, as if something was wrong.
She knew that a group of nobles were targeting Renne recently.
He may want support from his allies, but she also wants support from him? There is no need for him to deliberately please her...
"Ren, I want to know how many people Thorn Security Company can accept..."
Although she was a little wary, the negotiations began.
She didn't have much time. Many night demons appeared in the Yunxia Mountains. The Wismark people who had lived there for generations planned to move some of their people to Falorland.
The Thorn Security Company has the ability to house some of her tribe members.
Like the resettlement of the native Kangao people on the plains.
"Wait, before that, I want to know if the kingdom allows your people to move here... You need to resolve this matter yourself." Ren interrupted Candice.
The Yunxia Mountains are in the northwest of Falorland, but they are not part of the kingdom.
The Wismarks were not citizens of the kingdom, and so many people did not just move here just because they wanted to.
"No problem, I have already negotiated this matter with the 7th Bureau."
Candice's straightforward words surprised Ren.
It seems that she has established some connections in Falorland recently. If she wants to move the population here, she needs at least the support of the royal family and some big nobles.
It's not easy, there's just no telling what the cost to the Wismac people was.
"Oh, congratulations, then we can talk about it in detail."
Ren said with a smile on his face, and the negotiation officially began.
Regarding the monthly rent, the specific number of people, the placement location, and the sanitary conditions of the accommodation... Candice asked carefully, and Renn also answered in detail.
The sun was at its peak, and the morning passed quickly.
In this negotiation, Lane represented Thorn Security Company and Candice represented the Wismark people. The two parties negotiated in a friendly atmosphere, conducted extensive and in-depth discussions on certain issues, exchanged opinions with each other, and There is some agreement...
"This is too expensive. It's just a tent area. The rent..."
"No, this is very cheap. You get what you pay for. The accommodation conditions in our company's tent area are not bad. If you don't believe me, you can go to Diramo and have a look. The Kangao people will be very satisfied..."
"Ren, we are not as rich as the Kangao people..."
"Beauty, this is already a friendship price, and I don't need you to warm my bed..."
"...Ren, let's talk tomorrow." Finally, Candice rubbed her brows and stood up with a headache.
"Okay, I will go to Roman Square to find you tomorrow. I will book a private room at the Wave Hotel and we will talk while eating..."
Ren stood up and personally sent Candice to the door of the villa.
The sun was just in the gap between the clouds, the breeze was gentle, and the sunshine at noon was bright and bright, giving the grass, hedges, flowers, shrubs, etc. a golden edge.
"Ren, are you plotting against me?" When they arrived at the door, Candice looked at him suspiciously.
Although she is a foreigner who is often isolated from the world, Candice is not stupid.
Especially after she encountered a wall in the St. Joan Empire, she also accumulated some experience in dealing with foreigners.
Of course, Renn immediately denied it: "Beauty, how is this possible? I am a well-known conscientious businessman in the kingdom!"
"Then... why are you so enthusiastic?"
"Does this need to be said? The customer is the goddess of light! This is a big business worth hundreds of thousands of gold coins. Of course I have to be more enthusiastic." Renn's smile was very sincere.
Candice didn't see anything strange, but she was still a little wary.
But her vigilance was in the wrong direction. Because they were discussing business, she felt that Ren might be trying to steal her tribe's resources and money, or manipulate the contract...
Watching her graceful back disappear at the corner of the street, Cowboy Garcia lit a cheap cigarette:
"Boss, your beauty trap and attentiveness strategy are of no use. People don't seem to be fooled and are on guard against you."
"Haha, who am I planning to steal their money from? The real battlefield is not at all in negotiations, contracts, or even this business." Renn grinned.
That inscrutable and sinister smile made Garcia feel uncomfortable and felt a chill on his back.
The lack of key information prevented Candice from noticing the real anomaly.
She had learned all kinds of information about Renn. From the witch Josephina, she even knew that Renn had offended the underground organization--"Night Clown".
Unfortunately, she didn't know that frequent contact with Ren now meant certain risks, even if Ren didn't intend to use any tricks or tricks on her...
"Boss, you don't want to trick her to death, do you?"
"How is this possible? Can we still do business with hundreds of thousands of gold coins?"
"Then what do you want to do?" The cowboy was heartbroken.
Renn shrugged lightly and walked back to the villa courtyard:
"It's nothing, I just want to sublimate the revolutionary friendship between me and her."
………
A layer of soft sand covers a radius of more than ten miles.
Rumble~
Several black and powerful military steam off-road motorcycles drove in from a distance, bringing up the sky full of white sand.
After the car stopped, a strong man with a big beard opened the door.
A wave of hot air came towards us, and the sun in the sky was scorching the earth like a fireball. The air was sultry, and the ground was so hot that most people would feel a little hot to their feet when they stepped on the fine, almost white sand.
This is not only the effect of the sun's scorching heat, there is also a rune array called "Scorching Eyes" arranged underground in this area.
This is the White Sands Military Training Camp, a man-made desert more than thirty miles away from Merova City. It belongs to the 7th Bureau.
Recently, students from vocational classes at the University of Melova also received training here.
"It's crazy, the training here!"
"Running 30,000 meters with heavy loads every day, military theory classes, military combat classes without armor, cold weapon confrontation, basic runes... After a week, I am almost useless."
"Last time, two of my ribs were broken. An instructor gave me the "Fountain of Resurrection" on the spot, and asked the White Wizard to come and heal me immediately... I was so moved.
As a result, after ten minutes, the instructor broke three of my ribs! "
"These devils are training us crazily, it's so crazy! It won't let anyone have a good year..."
It was noon, a rare break, and a group of students from vocational classes were sitting at the edge of the shooting range.
They carried heavy iron lunch boxes and ate a sumptuous lunch while complaining, venting and lamenting...
The students all wore a set of dark green military uniforms.
But from the blood stains on their clothes that couldn't be washed away, as well as the various scars visible on their faces and palms, we knew how much they had suffered in the past week.
King Da Mao and his roommate Misha avoided the crowd and sat behind a military tent.
The girl's fair little face was dirty at the moment, and her golden hair was a little messy and stained with some dust.
She was not in the mood to tidy up her appearance. She was holding the largest iron lunch box and immersed herself in destroying the beef, noodles, salad, bacon, chicken legs and other foods in it.
Originally, the training here was nothing to Artoria.
She appears to be at the peak of the third level, but is actually in the middle of the fourth level.
This kind of strength is rare among students, most of whom are in the first or second level, so the instructors specially formulated a training plan for her.
Originally, she was only trained to the standards of an expert-level transcendent.
But since the girl asked the bishop to train her according to the standards of a master... she discovered that the people here are indeed more ruthless!
"Kate, I heard that the shooting class is about to start in the afternoon... The chief officer has already driven to pick up our marksmanship instructor."
Misha still had a bandage on her forehead, and she spoke vaguely while eating lunch.
"Then let's rest early in the afternoon, otherwise we won't be able to hold on." Artoria's eyes lit up slightly.
Half an hour later.
After lunch, the students did some simple activities and immediately got into their stuffy tents for a lunch break.
Time is precious, and if you don’t get a good rest, you won’t be able to sustain training in the afternoon and evening.
About half an hour passed.
"Gather at the shooting range in ten minutes!" The chief officer, who was as strong as a black bear and had a big beard, yelled.
His voice was so loud that it caused ripples in the surrounding air. The students in the tent suddenly became excited and scrambled to their feet.
In less than three minutes, a total of 68 people from two vocational classes gathered.
The rune formation "The Searing Eye" is running, and the sun is constantly gathering, scorching the land covered with white sand.
The students in military uniforms stood upright and neatly like rows of green cacti in the desert, enduring the erosion of the rolling heat wave.
"Yes, after more than a week of training, you are finally a little more presentable."
The bearded bishop's eyes were filled with joy, and he praised everyone for the first time.
This is so rare. Thinking of the hardships they have endured these days, some students have a look of confidence and pride on their faces.
The bearded bishop immediately sneered and said loudly:
"Congratulations, you have been promoted from cannon fodder to ant level!"
students:"………"
As usual, he gave the rookies with pig-liver-colored faces a hard blow, and the bearded bishop coughed lightly.
"What, you're not convinced? If you're not convinced, just hold it in!"
His contemptuous eyes swept over the students present one by one. The bloody murderous intent in his eyes made the students feel cold and they did not dare to look at him.
After staying for a moment on the calm expression of King Da Mao, the bearded bishop turned his eyes to the side of the shooting range.
He said in a loud voice: "Okay, rookies, I'm not trying to hit you on purpose, you are still too young!...Now, a warm welcome to your marksmanship instructor!"
The students immediately looked in the direction of the bishop's gaze.
Under the scorching sun, a slender man walked over. The wide brim of his hat blocked most of his face, only revealing his chin with green stubble.
He was wearing a shabby gray leather trench coat, one sleeve was empty...
