Chapter 84: The Eerie Count of the Castle

Chapter 84: The Eerie Count of the Castle

TL: Etude

Viscount Angelo tread carefully along the corridors of the castle. Despite his numerous visits, he still hadnt adapted to its environment.

Gloomy and ominous, it bore the characteristics of a dungeon inhabited by ghosts and monsters from a horror story. Why would its master choose to dwell in such a place?

The enigmatic Count Kent, truly a man difficult to understand in every aspect.

With these cautious thoughts, Angelo turned a corner and stopped in a spacious area.

He straightened his clothes and slowly approached a grand and ornate door.

Two halberd-bearing guards stood at the door, one on each side. As Angelo approached, they crossed their weapons, blocking his path to the room.

Their cold scrutiny made Angelo feel like a lamb under the gaze of hungry wolves.

He reminded himself that he was a noble, and these were merely soldiers, and he their lords guest.

Regaining some of his pride, he stood tall, using the tone he had honed as a Viscount, and announced loudly:

Viscount Angelo of Baylding, here at the invitation of Count Kent.

Cursed be it, despite his frequent meetings with the Count, these personal guards still treated him as a stranger.

Angelos anger was not just about his bruised ego; he sensed an underlying dread within him.

The initial hope he had upon seeking refuge had vanished, leaving only unease and insecurity.

The guards remained motionless, continuing their intimidating stare, blocking the door.

Angelo closed his eyes, waiting in silence.

A minute, or two, it felt like an eternity.

Finally, a voice from behind the thick wooden door said, Come in.

Angelo exhaled softly.

The guards withdrew their weapons, and one of them gently opened the door.

He adjusted his demeanor and slowly stepped into the room.

A clang from the closing door behind him involuntarily made Angelo shudder.Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

This was Count Kents study, spacious yet even more eerie than the corridor outside.

Despite it being broad daylight, the windows were tightly covered with heavy curtains, not allowing a single ray of sunlight.

Hmm, lets not beat around the bush. Besides your naive young lord, who do you think youre fooling about old Ganards situation? Having taken the first step, is there any turning back now? Count Kents words made Angelo break out in cold sweat within moments.

The Count waited silently for his reply.

Lord Kent Angelo finally said:

If you help me secure the position of Lord of Baylding, Ill cede a towns land to you.

There was no response.

Biting his lip, Angelo upped his offer: Two towns!

After an awkward wait, still no hopeful response came.

A barons domain!

As his successive offers went unanswered, Angelo was on the verge of despair. The Counts appetite was too great.

But he couldnt give up. Without this lifeline, hed be left with nothing. His search for allies had led him to this man, a decision he now regretted bitterly.

Resignedly, he uttered his painful last resort: Half of Bayldings territory, thats my final offer.

Count Kents fingers moved slowly, tapping on the armrest of the chair, seemingly pondering Angelos proposition.

Only then did Angelo notice the Counts long, sharp fingernails, sending a shiver down his spine.

With difficulty, he added, My lord, if I cede more, Baylding will be left with only the city of Butuya.

Alright! We have a deal, the Count finally agreed. Angelo breathed a sigh of relief, immediately followed by a pang of regret.

You may go now. Ill inform you when Im ready, the Count dismissed him.

Angelo complied, bowing and leaving the room slowly, knowing he shouldnt appear too anxious.

From the moment he entered to his departure, the Counts gaze never left his book, never once glancing at Angelo.

After the door closed, Count Kent finally put the book aside on a small square table.

Then, he picked up a cup from the table.

It was a porcelain cup, exquisitely made, adorned with a realistically painted rose.

The Count didnt drink from it, but instead kept toying with it, clearly fond of the piece.

Speaking to himself, he mused, Now, lets see who offers the higher price.