Aslan just responded and started drinking by himself, with no intention of continuing the conversation.
Rebaton understood that Aslan was going to impose conditions.
"I don't know if Mr. Amuro has any problems. Just ask them and I will do my best to facilitate you."
Aslan was waiting for this sentence.
"I want Dortmund to give enough tax exemptions and give my project the green light. I can guarantee that with the expansion of my industry, at least 2,000 jobs can be added to Dortmund."
Aslan said calmly: "Of course I also need guarantees from Dortmund. I don't want the industry to be robbed by some people for various reasons just after it has started to pick up."
Rebaton nodded. This kind of thing often happens in the central plains, but the principality has already formulated a constitution for this. As long as he and a few members insist on siding with Amuro, no one will dare to take action.
This is the key to whether several Dortmund MPs can be transferred out of this quagmire.
"Okay! No problem at all."
Rebaton is very satisfied. Although he doesn't know the benefits, it can bring 2,000 jobs, which is also very considerable for Dortmund.
More than 2,000 jobs mean that more than two families have a stable source of income. Each family has a minimum of five people, and nearly 10,000 people are affected, which is equivalent to more than one twentieth of Dortmund.
For Rebaton, this is no small feat.
"I want to vigorously develop tourism and agricultural product wholesale in Dortmund. First, I want to acquire a hotel and build it into the first hotel in Dortmund..."
After hearing Aslan's early investment, Rebaton was overjoyed and agreed repeatedly.
As long as there is real money invested, Aslan will not be afraid of talking nonsense.
Early the next morning, Aslan took the motorcade to the Clermont family's manor.
Rebaton accidentally got drunk because he was too happy last night. When he arrived, Aslan's motorcade had already left the city.
"These businessmen have such a strong sense of time. They are all masters of time management!"
Rebaton couldn't help but sigh. The two had a great conversation last night, and ended up spending the night at Rebaton's house. He saw with his own eyes that Amuro had a romantic marriage with a famous widow in Dortmund.
When I got up in the morning, I heard that Madam Lucia was still paralyzed in bed and couldn't get up. Because of this, Madam Rebaton became jealous early in the morning.
It can be seen that Amuro played with Madam Lucia very late last night, but left again early in the morning.
"It's great to be young, have good physical strength and good spirit!"
After Rebaton sighed, he rubbed his temples and went to work in the city hall.
Mrs. Lucia is the owner behind the largest hotel in Dortmund. She is also the widow of the largest gangster in Dortmund.
In fact, Aslan was drugged last night, and was finally taken away by Madam Lucia in a daze, with the pretext of negotiating a hotel business.
On the carriage to Clermont Manor, Nomeli smelled a different kind of feminine scent on his body, and asked with a playful look: "It seems that you had a lot of fun last night!"
Aslan touched his nose in embarrassment. He wanted to say that he had been drugged, but he felt that this reason was too silly. A powerful man with a great master level could actually be drugged without knowing it.
Even Aslan wondered if he had drunk too much. When he was teased by Mrs. Lucia, he used his lower body to think.
"Here we are! Master!"
Stove, who had become a carriage driver, parked the carriage on the side of the road and prepared to get off the steps.
"We're here! Let's go see our manor!"
When everyone got out of the car, Arturia looked at the ruins of the manor, and the surrounding land still exuded a musty smell.
"This is magic pollution."
Nomeiri frowned slightly.
Aslan's expression also became serious.
"It seems that this Clement family has done something extraordinary!"
"Will you still rebuild the manor?"
Ains squeezed over and asked.
"There are some evil things in this place. I don't dare to build it. If you don't wait until you get rich, you can rebuild it." Aslan put the black soil in his hand into Eins's palm and said.
Just coming into contact with the black soil, Eins's body shook violently and scattered the black soil on the ground, with a look of pain on his face.
Aslan's pupils shrank slightly, and he finally realized something.
"Leave no one behind in Nomi!"
The next moment, Nomiri's figure disappeared, and then there were constant wails of despair all around. Arturia opened her long skirt, revealing her beautiful white legs, and also exposed the sword hidden inside.
The grooms and servants around them fell to their knees. Just as they were about to speak, Artoria killed them all with a sword energy.
Eins was rolling on the ground in pain, and the wound on his palm slowly expanded and eroded.
Nomeli, who smelled of blood, came back and asked in confusion: "What on earth is going on?"
Aslan explained: "This should be some evil ritual left by the Clement family. Only those who truly have Clement's blood can activate it."
Nomiri and Artoria instantly understood that this was to hide their identities. As for the remaining slaves, they who signed the contract would not be able to betray Aslan even if they died.
These slaves were lying on the ground one after another, their faces full of fear and anxiety.
"Don't worry, as long as you are obedient, I won't kill you." Aslan showed a bright smile and said, "Get up! Let's go inside and take a look."
Slav was the first to respond. Without saying a word, he drew his sword and became the pioneer of the path.
Nomiri healed the injury on Ains' palm, then lifted it up with one hand and threw it to another slave, Quinta.
When Aslan was exploring the ruins of Clermont Manor, Lady Lucia, who arranged for people to monitor the ruins of the manor, received the news that all the people under surveillance had been killed.
"what happened?"
After sleeping all morning, Mrs. Lucia put down the milk in her hand and asked with a solemn expression.
"My subordinates don't know. After realizing that the person under surveillance did not come back to report, I immediately sent strong men to investigate. In the end, I only saw the ruins of the manor that had turned into Shura Hell. Even the ruins brought by Mr. Amuro
Most of the servants are also dead."
Lady Lucia asked: "Where are Amuro and Ains now?"
"I don't know. Judging from the situation at the scene, they should have entered the manor."
Johnny, his subordinate, replied respectfully.
"Then you didn't go in?" Mrs. Lucia asked again.
Johnny said with a grimace: "You can't get in. It seems like something like a barrier has been set up. The defense is very strong. Even Mr. Carmen can't break through that barrier."
Carmen is the second strongest person under Madam Lucia, a swordsman level master, and one of the few strong people in the Dortmund area.
"If you can't even break through Carmen, it's going to be a bit tricky. Strengthen manpower to monitor the Claremont Manor. As soon as they come out, report to me as soon as possible."