Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 151 Despair

It was a cactus jump, but Mr. Morsan had no reason to refuse. Sir Fox clearly means that he is a member of the National Assembly and must not be involved in these large-scale commercial activities, particularly in the smuggling nature of the ocean maritime trade. So, while he had entrusted Mr. Morsan with the preparation of a merchant ship and cargo, it would be preferable for the receipt to be replaced by a loan note.

Sir Fox could occasionally make an impression in front of others if he borrowed 500 gold crowns. When the merchant fleet returned, Mr. Morsan mortgaged a merchant ship and cargo to Sir Fox on the pretext that he had no money to pay. So Sir Fox is rich and nobody talks.

Nor did Mr. Morsan question whether it would be unreasonable to mortgage a merchant ship full of specialties from the continent of Nubicia, valued at nearly five hundred gold kroner, to Sir Fox for debt repayment. At that time, his mind was filled with golden and glorious views of money, and he believed that the merchant fleet would surely return safely. After all, the new route was only in their hands.

Mr. Morsan then wrote a painful note and asked his friends to sign him as a witness, while complimenting Sir Fox on his thoughtful consideration. I remember Bok Al's father, Rubiewell, was there, and he was secretly pulling on Mr. Morsan when he was about to write a note. It was unfortunate that Mr. Morsan had not noticed that, thinking that it was a little crowded and that he had changed his writing space, he was now regretting it.

Claude finally figured it out. He was a little strange. Didn't you say Mr. Morsan owns two merchant ships in the merchant fleet? The last time the father settled his accounts, he remembered only that the father had said that he had invested 350 gold kroner and then loaned 150 gold kroner from the National Bank. That adds up to 500 gold crowns, enough to invest in a merchant ship. There was also a merchant ship belonging to Sir Fox, just hanging in the name of his father.

Now that the merchant fleet is in trouble, all investors are bloodless and have to attach compensation and pensions to the families of the sailors' crew to reassure people. Mr. Morsan thought he was debt free and light, but did not expect Sir Fox to let Bill, the Black Snake Club's boss, come to the door with that borrowing note to pay off the 500 gold crowns in arrears.

Claude doesn't know what to say. Father, he's digging himself up, he thinks everyone's lost a lot, and then Sir Fox, too, will admit the loss. But it did not occur to Sir Fox that he had long since laid the back hand when he asked him to borrow a note, that the 500 gold kroner had become his debt, and that Sir Fox, although not rich from the merchant fleet, could recover his losses from him.

“The people who want to pay the bills are gone? What did they say?” That's all Claude can ask.

“Well, the Black Snake will be Bedrill. Brönch said," Here, give me two days to raise money to pay my debts… "Mr. Morsan covered his face painfully and tears fell from his finger seams. When Bedrill... When Brunch took out the loan note he wrote to Sir Fox and placed it in front of him, he immediately realized that he had been trapped, blank paper and signed by those friends as witnesses, and that the huge debt of 500 gold kroner fell on him...

“What about two days later? What happens if you don't have the money to pay off your debt?” Claude was wondering if he could go to Bill, the big Black Snake club butcher, at night and maybe get the note his father wrote back from his body, at a moment when Claude was already killing himself.

“Two or two days later, no, if he had no money to pay back, he said he would call a notary and an asset evaluator from the National Bank to assess how much our house would be worth…" Mr. Morsan looked up desperately at the sky.

“They want to pay off our big red brick house? ”

Mr. Morsan shook his head in dismay: “No, it was this house that was last mortgaged with 150 gold kroner at the National Bank, when the price was only 320 gold kroner. Even if I still have more than 40 gold crowns around me, that's about a hundred and forty less. Without this house, where would I go to get so many gold kroner and give it back to them..."

“Can I borrow that? ”

“Borrowing?” Mr. Morsan sighed, but quickly became depressed again: "It is not difficult to make up 500 gold crowns without paying compensation and beard money to the families. But now they're all out of money like me, I'm afraid it's hard to borrow, and I don't have much capital to repay so much money..."

“I'll pay you back.” Claude said, "You know a lot of people. You borrow it, I'll pay you back. By summer, I'd go hunting, and if I was lucky, I'd be able to earn a few dozen gold crowns, so I could pay off this debt in less than a few years, and interest rates would be fine. ”

Claude said it was a big deal to go to the Black Snake and rob a few more times, believing that the money would be collected soon. Now Father's situation shows that this is a loss and the lawsuit can't be won.

Mr. Morsan finally began to calm down and looked at Claude with emotion, not expecting his second son to stand up and take responsibility for himself at this most difficult moment. As a father, he couldn't just sit around and watch bad luck come to the head of the family, at least he had to go to Sir Fox and talk to himself.

Rubbing his face hard and wiping away tears, Mr. Morsan regained his old serious look, and he slit his mouth and smiled barely: “Claude, let you see my father's joke. I'm fine now, I'll go out later and figure something out. Don't worry, I'll make it any harder. You don't have to be nervous. I'll find a way to fix this. ”

Claude looked at his father with great suspicion, and who was the man who panicked and panicked in front of himself?

“Yes,” Mr. Morsan said with great certainty, "it's really all right. I'll go talk to Sir Fox. It's okay to admit the 500 gold kroner debt, but he's going to give me a long time to pay it back. I think for decades of compassion, he would have agreed to my reasonable request. As long as I have time, I believe I can earn 500 crowns. ”

“What if he doesn't agree? ”

“He'll say yes, even though I wrote the note, but Rubiewell, Thomas, they were all there, and it was clear why I had to write the note. If he doesn't want to discredit himself, then I think he'd be happy to take it down. ”

Claude leaves his mouth shut, and he doesn't believe as much in Sir Fox as his father. How is it possible that someone who can use his power to trick the Niros crocodile from a few teenagers, for a cheap price of more than a dozen gold crowns, is a national congressman who is hard pressed against the audience to bid? And now it's about 500 gold kroner, and he'll be worried about what people think? Jokes...

“By the way, Claude, you go back to the woods, the house is fine. Now my father can't give you asylum. You're an adult, and the only person who can really make you depend on is Mrs. Maria, and only if she takes care of you will your future not be nestled in this little place in White Deer Town, just like your father. If you could be a pharmacist, maybe you could go to Wangdu.” Mr. Morsan calmed down and began preaching to Claude.

“Well, Father, if there's anything you need to tell me. Forget it. I'll be home in the next few days.” Perhaps for Mr. Morsan, preaching to his son is an expression of his father's love, but Claude can't stand this, so it's good to go first.

Claude ran both sides of the forest and home for the next two days, except he didn't even meet his father. The mother said that the father always came home late and looked the same as usual. Asking him about his debts, the father always said he had an idea and told him not to worry. It's just that every night he sleeps late, sits alone in the study late and late...

“Say it! Where is your boss? ”

In the dark alley, Claude put a member of the Black Snake on the mud wall, who had been beaten to the face, bluish-faced, and even had several teeth knocked out.

“I, I really don't know, please, please let me go...”

This member of the Black Snake was strangled by Claude, and soon he couldn't breathe. Claude only slightly loosened his hand when he struggled with his life: “Tell me or not...”

“Fishing, fishery processing, processing plants, yards, you, you go there to see, see...”

Claude boxed on his temple, and this black snake member slipped against the mud wall to the ground.

“You don't know anything, you're full of shit, and you don't bring any money around!” Claude scolded in impatience. He ran away for nothing for two nights, and he didn't find Bidrill, the head of the Black Snake Club. Brunch, the casino is empty. I don't understand why Bidrill... Brunch is out of the barracks and won't reopen the place.

As for Claude, who went to the fishery processing plant last night, Claude had nothing to gain except to dry the open ground and smell the smell of fish. He grabbed a little boss who said the boss hasn't been here in a long time. He's probably at least six months old and still owes him two months' salary.

Claude came back to Old Street tonight just to get into the Black Snake Club headquarters over there. But I didn't expect that there was a squad of more than ten people on duty in the fourth squadron. In the face of ten firewire guns, Claude had to beat the drum out of the house. If the black light was blindly shot, it would be unjust. And after a half-day of covert observation, he discovered that the members of the Black Snake in and out were lazy, indicating that Big Butcher Bill was not here.

Finally, Claude secretly followed a member of the Black Snake who came out to find a street girl to relax and put him in this alley, and quickly found out that the butcher Bill was not at the Black Snake Club headquarters, but he didn't know where the Black Snake member had gone.

Tomorrow's the third day. The Black Snake will be the boss, Bedrill. Brunch would take those guards to the door to collect the money, and he didn't know what his father was up to. Claude looked at the sky and decided whether to go back or not. Now the old streets are not very good. Most of the women who came to visit the streets were sailors on two naval warships. On the contrary, they rarely wore a veil like Claude's. It was easy to be noticed.

And the Black Snake will now have guns in their hands, and Claude will not be able to strike as he did before. If found, he will certainly be fired upon by the guards. To be honest, Claude was a little scared that the muzzle of the flash rope gun was pointing at him. He knew the power of these flash rope guns best. If he didn't hit it, it would be nice to say that it would be a hole the size of a thumb, especially close range, which is more powerful...

That black snake's gonna be the boss, Bedrill. Brunch is lucky he hasn't touched himself for two nights. Claude decided to go home for a day tomorrow morning and help his father through this.

At the same time, Mr. Morsan sat in the study on the second floor, writing and dropping tears. Over the past two days, he had travelled almost all over town, but the response had left him freezing. Sir Fox could not avoid the meeting, and his butler said he had gone to the county, but Mr. Morsan knew he was in the estate.

Then Mr. Morsan wanted to meet his eldest son, Albert, who was sued by the butler for resigning two days earlier and stealing Sir Fox's favorite pair of crystal silver candlesticks. If Sir Fox hadn't been worried about old times and smiled, he would have called the police for Albert...

Mr. Morsan spent almost a day in the doorway of Sir Fox's estate, but nobody cared about him, and eventually he walked home hungry and thirsty. The next day he went again, still like that, went to those friends in the afternoon, and either he wasn't there or he couldn't help, and the only one who might be able to help him was just two days before Rubiewell went to Silomick County...

Mr. Morsan dropped his pen, looked at the two pages he had written twice, changed two more typos, wiped his tears, and finally signed his name, pressed his fingerprint, and blew out the candle fire. I sat in a chair for a long time before I got up, checked my outfit with the moonlight, then pulled a bottle of Gandhi out of my pocket, drank it, and gently climbed up to the attic, clumsily climbed out of the window, sat on the roof, started drinking the bottle slowly, one by one.

When the sky revealed the fish belly, Mr. Morsan had finished drinking. He slowly stood up, walked to the roof, opened his arms, like a clumsy flying bird to the sky...