"If you have something to say, tell me quickly. I finally made up my mind and rushed here from my granddaughter."
The gray-haired Evander adjusted his collar, and he did not lose his serious and harsh attitude when facing this gorgeous and funny guy who looked a bit like a circus promoter.
To be precise, when facing such a guy, we should treat him so strictly.
"Haha, how many years have you stayed in the Royal Capital? It's almost six years." As he said that, the circus promoter took out a long term sheet from the bag on his waist and placed it on the
He stood in front of Evander and said: "In the royal capital, you are considered a viscount, and here you are considered an earl. As a person from the royal capital, what should I call you?"
Evander picked up the term sheet, but before carefully reviewing it, he glanced at the guy coldly and said: "Mr. Duer, since this is Fit City, then follow the rules of Fit City. You can
Don't even think about playing the tricks of the nobles of the royal capital in front of me."
"Okay, I will try to be more restrained." Duer laughed self-deprecatingly. Seeing that Evander was already looking at the term sheet carefully, he relaxed a little and chatted: "What do you think about this?
What do you think, Lord City Lord?"
Evander, who was carefully identifying every detail and trap in the terms, glanced at Duer with disdain, and then responded rather perfunctorily:
"I think he is the city lord."
"Haha, I know, I know he is the city lord, you really have a sense of humor." Duer smiled and then asked: "I mean, what do you think about him giving you such a term sheet?
view?"
After asking, seeing Evander's delay in responding, Duer did not accept the situation. Instead, he asked more vigorously: "No matter how much you want to say this, such a rescue treaty asking for help from the royal capital is necessary."
It depends on the city lord, that old Aston to do it, but because of
The sentence "You have titles in both the Royal Capital and Fit City, so I leave it to you" was casually assigned to you? What do you think of this? Yes, yes, and more, he has it
Will I give you the contract fee required for the terms? That’s not a small amount of money!”
"...You talk too much, Mr. Duer!" Evander slammed the term sheet on the table and glared at the funny man in front of him.
"Well, if pretending to be angry is a characteristic of Feit City's negotiations, I don't mind. In fact, it doesn't matter if you are really angry, I'm used to it." Duke sneered, and then said: "Listen, E
Lord Wende Sirodal, in fact, it doesn’t matter whether you sign this clause or not, the royal capital will provide support for this matter. Most of them are very optimistic about you and don’t want you to have anything to do with this Feite City again.
It just keeps on compromising."
"You don't need to remind me." Evander saw through the other party that he was pretending to be angry, so there was no need to continue to decorate, and asked instead: "So, they sent you to negotiate with me,
Just to talk about this?”
"Although I really want to say 'no', but, yes, that's right, I was sent to negotiate with you." Duke spread his hands and said as if he had no concealment at all, "Son.
Everyone knows that Fit City can become the number one city in the north today. Without the support of your magic stone mines, iron mines, gold mines and other minerals, it would never be where it is today.
And you also know what the king and the military think of you. At that meeting half a year ago, almost everyone offered you an olive branch, including us. But you rejected them all without exception.
The current situation is like this. Whether it is Aston, the academy, or Fit City, they all want to tie you to the same boat. And you also know how bloody this city's past is, right? And now
, I have a hunch that that situation might happen again. Do you want to sink with this ship that is full of holes and has not been repaired for ten years?
In addition, Iseland is already eyeing us, and Feite City, as the nearest large city to them, will definitely—"
"Ah, that's enough! Your chattering mouth should be blocked immediately with the rag you used to clean the bathroom, and then filled with sandworm glue to seal it!" Faced with Duke's verbal bombardment, Evander said this
Hui was really a little angry, frowned and said loudly: "I have my own opinions on the current situation of Fit City, and I don't need you to give me advice!"
After saying that, Evander angrily threw the term sheet in Duke's face and said, "You can go back now!"
"Okay, okay!" Seeing the term sheet that had already been signed, Duke had no choice but to shrug and compromise, but then he thought about it and quickly asked Evander's back: "No, that's not right!
Can’t you just let me stay here for a few days? The carriage from the royal capital won’t arrive for several days!”
“Already fully booked!”
……the next day……
After finishing the course for the day, Art and Mamo took the Lansa family's carriage again as agreed and returned to the Sirodal Mansion in the Southern District.
"Art, you are back!"
"Welcome back, Master."
As soon as the carriage arrived in front of the iron fence of the mansion, Tiyi and Lanza, who had been waiting here for a long time, hurriedly came to greet them, which made Art suddenly have the illusion that he was the owner of this place.
"Well, we're back~" Because Mamo was praised by Sarayetti today, she was in a very good mood, and she responded enthusiastically to the greetings of Lansha and Tiyi.
"Master, Ravens came here at noon, but he was summoned by Lansha's father not long ago." Tiyi reminded.
"Okay, we don't need to pay too much attention to him." Art didn't care much about Ravens, but after he came, he had another layer of protection around him, which made him less worried.
"There's still a little time left before dinner. Let's go see those little animals raised by mom today!" As she said that, Lansha grabbed the hands of Art and Mamo and headed towards a small open space not far away.
Ran away.
But after arriving at the destination...
"Hey, hi, kids."
"..."
An adult man in fancy, neat clothes was lying quite comfortably on the grass in front of a tent. He had a very beautiful mustache and a small goatee.
"Who is this guy?" Looking at the guy who looked like a modern comedian in front of him, Art frowned and asked Lanza with some confusion.
"No, I don't know. I haven't seen him either..." Lansa shook her head, looking a little confused.