Chapter 94: Dinner, a strange dining table

With Simon holding his hand tightly and being looked at affectionately, Field's mouth twitched violently. He resisted the urge to slap this pervert to death. Field smiled and said, "Baron Simon, it must be fate that allowed me to escape from the northern province again and be welcomed by you."

"Come in!" Simon also looked touched and pulled Field into the house. After seeing Simon, Field's last nervousness disappeared. Come to think of it, the gold coins he traded were only a few thousand. For a big city, it was not even half a day's tax revenue. People would not kill him. If they wanted to kill him, it would be assassination, not open and aboveboard. After all, if the news of harming the nobles leaked out, other nobles would find excuses to eat him up. But Field knew that Simon's touched face was obviously fake, and it was iced black tea. Field could see through his evil thoughts at a glance. This was the tacit understanding of the nobles.