The Merchant Of Venice の小説・ストーリー

A trace of excitement was visible in his blood red eyes. Venedict was stunned for a moment before it was replaced with anger. How dare he ignore his question, however, he calmed himself. A mocking smile beamed on his face. “What kind of offer?” “Be my servant for life” The person before him immediately replied. Venedict's face darkened. To think that someone would dare to offer him slavery. Moreover, it was him who’s going to be the slave. A very direct insult. He solemnly contemplated for a few minutes before laughing hysterically. A furious smile appeared on his face. “How dare a brat like you offer such disrespect. You are courting death!”

(Queen Duchess Angelina Weinstein) “It went greater than we thought it would be…5 Merchant group all belonged to the old noble…worth about 10 million gold coins…thanks to this….everyone started to fall in line…and also we managed to take over their turf and established our family business and further expand our import quota…in 2 months, our expanding business will be stable and soon…our family business will be the biggest merchant group in our kingdom…”.(Crown Princess Angela Seraphim) “...Good…”.(Queen Duchess Angelina Weinstein)

Speaking of that, Malvolio lowered his head and looked at the clumsy pregnant woman. “If Sebastian were to find out that I’ve even slept with his pregnant wife, I wonder if Sebastian would be so furious that he vomits blood? Hey, pregnant woman. I asked you a question, but you haven’t answered me. Are you willing to be my sex slave?” Malvolio looked at Sabrina with an incredibly insulting gaze.

"His name is Julian. He is my husband, and he is the reason the Vane shipping lanes now belong to us. He is a Moretti in every way that matters." Vincenzo let out a dry, hacking laugh that turned into a cough. He wiped his mouth with a silk handkerchief and peered around Dante’s shoulder at me. "A Moretti? A Moretti is someone who carries the blood to the next generation. A Moretti is someone who understands that we do not break bread with the rats who stole our piers in 1994. This... this is a plaything, Dante. An expensive, pretty plaything." I felt the heat rise in my chest, but I didn't let it reach my face. I stepped out from behind Dante, meeting Vincenzo’s dead eyes.

__________ Dawn, merchants of Agenvile seem to be all awake, they invaded the streets with their goods, and getting past them almost seems impossible, the men could harass women with their words however they liked and get away with it " Pretty woman, something tells me you'll like what I have for you". A short merchant said holding a fabric "This is all the way from Otheiks, is the best you'll ever find and it will be all yours for just 2 gold pieces". He wears a bright smile showing off his teeth, half-rotten golden brown. " uhm, no thank you, it seems like you got enough pieces already". A lady with black wavy hair said with an amused tone in her voice "Maybe some other time".

“Seven silver pieces and three gold pieces, final offer.” The merchant frowns but looks at the size difference between him and Yohan. Turning around, he places one of his hands between them and grunts. “Fine. Pay up.” Yohan snickers and places a small pouch on the man’s hand and grabs the plastic full of shrimps, oysters, clams, and spices. The merchant takes the pouch, a frown imprinted on his face, and turns away from us, probably to start counting the coins. Yohan hums a small tune while we were walking towards the inn.

"Well, of course. I'm a Verlixe, after all. I have the right to vie for the throne." "Yeah," Desdemona nodded her head. "I guess you're right. But it's too late. My Venice has already claimed the throne." "As far as I know, Venice still isn't crowned as the new queen of this kingdom. She's still a princess, just like me. And besides, we haven't even met this so-called mate of hers." Desdemona's jaw ticked, and I could see that she was getting affected by Rosalind's words. She then rolled her eyes and started whispering something to a nearby servant. The servant then ran off to god knows where.

No sooner had the Duke made his bow, and gone off, than the admiral said, "you did not tell me you was on such easy terms with Venice, my dear niece. This is flying high indeed! But you will be very ill-advised to encourage his attention, you know. Ay, you may color up, but you won't deny he is in a way to make you the object of his gallantry. But there is nothing to be hoped for in that quarter. These morganatic marriages are not for you. Nothing could be worse! Think of Mrs Smith, gone off to live at Gardener's Grout! Think of that poor creature Venice married in United Kingdom - and she was of better birth than you, my dear, but it was all annulled, and there she is, I don't know where, w

But first, he had a quest to complete. Venedict grunted as he carried all the cursed-looking shaman staff behind Zen. The kid was going to see that strange merchant who worked with the Baron again. Why would the Baron think collecting these things would increase the diplomacy between humans and goblins? They looked like something savages would do, displaying skulls of their enemies on pikes along the city walls as a warning. “How’s the collection going? Do you have any staff yet?” Zen smirked when Venedict dumped all the shaman staff on his stall, causing the wooden cart to creak at the sudden weight.

Beside him stood a merchant, heavy and nervous, his eyes scanning the truck with wary curiosity. **The Truck Driver** (in a gruff voice): —One hundred thousand... a very low price for what he's carrying. **The Merchant** (with a cold smile): —That's more than he's worth. I won't pay more. The merchant turned toward his vehicle and walked confidently, as if the deal had already settled in his mind. But the driver's voice stopped him. —Wait, man... I've got another car, cleaner than this one. The merchant stepped back, mildly intrigued, raising an eyebrow.