Chapter 90

Chapter 90

Count Merellof dumped the reclaimed valuables on the table. Lady Lien, seated before him, began to re-adorn herself with the jewelry, just as she had the day before, including the pumpkin-colored ring in question.

Look closely. He seemed to fancy it, so he might have taken it.

Thats absurd.

The Count was subtly probing, watching the Ladys reaction. Was the suspicious atmosphere he had felt before a mere misconception? Just then, the steward cleared his throat to speak.

Cough. My lord, theres a problem.

A problem? What kind of problem?

Upon leaving the Bratz estate, I noticed an unusual number of locals around. It seems Lord Ian has opened up Grula trading to the villagers.

Grula trading? So, hes been controlling the share meant for my estates villagers as well?

The Count failed to grasp the crux of the issue. He couldnt have imagined that Grula trading would have been opened to the villagers within just a day. The steward bit his upper lip in a troubled manner, which gradually turned the Counts face pale.

No, surely not.

The villagers from Bratz were selling Grula to those from Merellof estate. The word spread quickly, and it was quite a bustling scene.

That wretched, despicable scoundrel!

Clang!

Involuntarily, the Count threw a teacup onto the table. The Countess, the steward, and the attending servants all flinched, their attention fixed on the Count.

Please calm down, my lord.

Calm down? Youre telling me to calm down now?

The villagers were selling roasted Grula, which are only edible and cant be used for cultivation. It shouldnt significantly affect the operation of the estate.

For each sack, thirty-five gold coins were needed. To break even, the Count had no choice but to sell the Grula cultivated from these seeds to his estates villagers. He could use the increased yield as a pretext for raising the next years taxes or sell them in exchange for money.

Currently, theres a food shortage within the estate, so its not entirely bad. The issue is the suddenness of it all, without any discussion

Indeed, when looked at objectively, the Count should be grateful to Ian. The Grula would help keep the villagers sustained until their own crops could be cultivated. However, the Count couldnt help feeling strong displeasure and even a sense of threat from Ians unilateral action.

What if we release raw Grula after the cultivating season when supply stabilizes?

It seemed like a clear intention to sabotage. The Count kept tapping the desk, frowning deeply. He should have been wary from the moment Ian started talking about freedom of economic activities.

This bastard, I swear

For now, I suggest calming down like Simon said. Theres still time and we cant confidently guess Lord Ians motives.

Lady Lien, who had been listening quietly, signaled a servant to clear the broken teacup. It was dangerous to have sharp objects around when tempers were high.

And he, um, made a personal proposition to me.

What? Ian did?

Yes. He asked if I could help with the training of his mansions stewards during my personal time. I indirectly declined, saying I needed your permission, but he then offered to pay me separately and even return Clark if I wanted.

Absurd. As if I care about getting some slave back.

The Count dismissed the idea as ludicrous, but Lady Lien took it seriously. So I can have Clark back if I send over the steward? Or after its all done?

Its hard to tell, really.

In the past, Count Merellof had become extremely sensitive about sending letters to Ian, especially after sending him gifts and congratulations. He had many questions he wanted to ask, but couldnt act rashly.

Send another letter.

To Lord Ian?

Invite him to dinner at the mansion.The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.

It was a guise of expressing gratitude for the gourd trade, but internally, it was a plan to issue a proper warning. The Count was uneasy about Ians behavior, which seemed too bold, considering he had the central government backing him.

Understood.

You should prepare as well, dear.

Of course.

As the Count stood up, the servant cleaning up the broken pieces hesitated. Fortunately, the Count went outside to check on the gourd cultivation, bringing a sigh of relief to the room.

Sigh.

The Countess and servants simultaneously exhaled, relieved. They exchanged glances and awkwardly looked away.

***

Unbelievable.

Beric rubbed his eyes, mumbling in disbelief. It had been just one day since Ian allowed gourd trading in Merellof. He had sensed the village outside the mansion was bustling but hadnt expected this extent.

This is what we earned in just one day?

It seems everyone is quite adept at business, dealing with those who live off commerce.

Ian laughed, looking at the chest full of coins. Most were silver and copper, but there were also some gold coins, likely taxes from the wealthier villagers.

Excluding the chaotic situations like the Emperor being overthrown. The captains of the ImperialGuard in Ians memory were all remembered by their backs, either leaving him or dying in battle to protect him.

The palace is freaking huge.

Its not because its the palace itself, the capital brims with talented people. Borderlands are borderlands for a reason.

You talk like youve actually been to the capital.

I picked up bits here and there.

Then I wanna go too.

Beric decisively made up his mind. Going to the capital felt like an opportunity to level up, to get stronger. Swordsmanship, like physical strength, grows only with stronger stimuli.

Ill go! Take me!

Alright, fine.

It seemed like Beric hadnt thought much about what he would do once he got to the central, but for Ian, it was a favorable turn of events. The journey would be safer with Berics presence. If there was one thing he could trust, it was Berics combat skills, proven in an unexpected attack where he took down dozens.

Enlisting him in the army might not be a bad idea.

As a demon swordsman, Beric would be a highly valuable asset for the empire. It seemed like a good choice for Bariels future and for securing a stable life for Beric.

Knock, knock.

Lord Ian. A letter has arrived from Merellof.

Again? That old man sure has a lot of time.

It must be about the Grula trading. I thought he would come storming in, but this is unexpected.

Ian laughed as he took the letter. It was an invitation for dinner either today or tomorrow.

What does it say?

Hes inviting us for dinner.

Ian handed the letter to Beric and stood up.

If we finish sorting the coins by the afternoon, Ill take you to the dinner. Beric, since its a formal invitation, there should be plenty of good food.

Woah, leave it to me.

Beric quickly got back to work, but his enthusiasm waned when Hana brought in two more heavy pouches, claiming them as additional income.

Lord Ian, are you going out this evening?

Yes, I received a dinner invitation from Merellof.

Ill prepare your change of clothes.

Hana promptly took out a neat outfit and laid it on the bed. While changing, Ian suddenly remembered he was wearing the necklace. Since he seldom took it off, he often forgot about it.

Will you wear the necklace too?

Yes, itll nag at me if I leave it out.

Then please change into something with a high collar.

Why?

Hannah answered as she rummaged through the wardrobe.

Didnt you say that Count Merellof has someodd tendencies? Like jealousy issues.

I did.

It would be awkward if he comments on you wearing the same type of jewelry as Lady Lien.

Surely not.

Ian smiled faintly, finding it hard to believe. Even if someone was unhinged, it seemed unlikely they would make a fuss over such a trivial matter. However, Hannah spoke matter-of-factly.

Youd be surprised. People with mental instabilities often exceed what youd consider surely not. Wear this one.

Ian changed his clothes as Hannah suggested, pondering her words.

Hannah.

Yes, Lord Ian.

I think we should take Clark with us. Get him ready.

Ill prepare him right away.

Creak.

To Ian, Clark was a means to keep the Countess in check, but to her, he was perhaps the only ally in the mansion. It seemed right to send him back for safety reasons.

Ian! Im done!

Thump! Thump, thump!

Berics shouts of triumph echoed down the hallway. Ian chuckled softly and neatly buttoned up his shirt.