Chapter 321:

Chapter 321:

C321 - Without Food (2)

A private room within the healing center of the Sword Emperor's Castle.

"Oh my, my grandson! He still hasn't woken up, huh? Look at him, when will my grandson wake up? He can't stay like this forever, right?"

"His heart rate and body temperature are very stable, Lord Patriarch. He will surely wake up soon, so please don't worry."

"Dante, Dante! How much my grandson has suffered...!"

Dante continued to feign unconsciousness, unaware, not even in his dreams, that Ron was aware of his plan and playing along.

"It tears at my heart...! I'll leave. As soon as this old man returns, we'll eat the Imperial Dragon King's Soup that my grandson loves so much. I'll tell the Emperor, no, His Majesty, to have a first-class chef prepared."

While Ron whimpered, Dante felt a strange satisfaction for successfully deceiving his grandfather.

Ron saw through his grandson's act but managed to hold back his laughter.

Crunch~

About fifteen minutes after Ron left, Jin entered the treatment room. At the same time, Dante made a sound as if he were pretending to wake up.

"Uh..."

"Young Patriarch, are you awake now?"

"I passed out a while ago... How long have I been lying here?"

"About 30 minutes."

"Not too long, that's good. Oh, Paul Gray Mick. You don't look so good. Please, give us a moment. This friend and I have something to talk about."

As soon as the medical staff left the room, Dante stifled his laughter.

"You fell for the trap too?"

"No."

"Of course, you couldn't be fooled. Jin! How was my performance? Wasn't it splendid? Haha, with this, Grandfather must know how much I appreciate you. He probably promised 300 million gold coins. No, maybe even 500 million!"

Dante raised his voice, filled with excitement.

"I was a little worried deep down. I wondered if Grandfather would look favorably on the friendship between Hairan and Runcandel. But in the end, Grandfather is on my side. If I do something for your benefit, Grandfather will also do something for your benefit..."

Dante stopped there and observed Jin's expression.

Jin had lost all color from his face, with half of his soul seemingly absent from his empty eyes.

"Jin? What's wrong with you?"

"They stole from me."

"What?"

"Your grandfather stole from me."

"Is it true?"

"It is."

Dante couldn't believe it even when hearing it firsthand.

Had this demon-like friend of his been stripped of everything he owned by someone? As much as his grandfather was, Dante couldn't imagine Jin subjected to such a fate.

"Well... I'm sorry. I never expected it to end like this. Grandfather is not the type to do such things."

"No, you don't have to apologize. It was my carelessness. Sigh, you have such a good grandfather."

"Can I help in any way?"

Upon hearing that, Jin let out an ironic smile.

To be honest, it wasn't just losses. In addition to the ceramics, I also handed over some parts of the ancient iron mine and even wrote a document... But I discovered the extent of Hairan's intelligence network."

The mission to assassinate the Black Knight was highly classified.

Knowing what rewards Jin received after completing that mission meant that someone among the Flagbearers had connections with Ron.

'Whoever that person is, they're unlikely to have betrayed Runcandel. They probably owe Sir Ron a favor. It's probably a one-time exchange of information. If they had planted a spy, Sir Ron wouldn't have been so confident.'

Jin even thought this could have turned out well.

He came to the conclusion that he could figure out which of the Flagbearers had given that information to Ron and use it to his advantage.

He also learned what kind of existence Ron Hairan, the legendary knight, was.

"Alright, we'll do it another time. Maybe send an invitation to Beradin, just in case."

"Understood!"

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That night, as Jin returned to Tikan, he could realize how much Ron Hairan cherished his "only" grandson (although Dante also had a brother).

"Young Master Jin! What kind of magic did you perform?"

The atmosphere in Tikan, which had been gloomy until this morning, had completely transformed into a festive one.

"Sir Kashimir, what's going on?"

"Young Master Jin, you truly are the lucky charm of our Tikan. Almost all the Knights of Vermont are coming here with money and goods."

Jin smiled, surprised by the news.

'Dante, this guy is bringing us great fortune.'

That's how Ron evaluated Jin.

A little warrior who, when one thing is lost, always manages to take two or more. Without a doubt, Ron considered his grandson the best among his peers. In terms of strength, insight, strategy, courage, and even magic.

That's why Ron had made the calculated decision never to interfere with his grandson unless it was absolutely necessary. He had come to the conclusion that meddling in his affairs would bring no benefit to his grandson, whom he loved and respected more than anyone in the world.

"A rain of money! Now I have more solid customers than before!"

Kashimir was practically dancing for joy.

'Sir Ron, you made a really good decision. Not only did you give us money, but you also solved fundamental problems.'

It meant that almost all the knights of Vermont, except for the Imperial Family, wanted to trade with Tikan.

It wasn't just a favorable development for Tikan's economy.

When Jin and Kashimir took over Tikan in the future, it meant they wouldn't have to worry as much about Runcandel's watchful eyes.

Although there were certain points where Tikan's autonomy was compromised because they had to pay attention to Ron and Hairan instead of Runcandel.

However, from Jin's perspective, if he had to fight one of the two factions, Runcandel or Hairan, for complete independence for Tikan: Naturally, the latter was less burdensome.

After all, Runcandel was undeniably a stronger clan than Hairan.

"If the knights who visited us today confirm as our business partners, we won't have to look for money anymore."

Jin raised his head at those words.

"But wouldn't it be better to have as much money as possible?"

"Of course! I appreciate your concern. The Young Master's guests will arrive soon. Oh, look, it seems Jet is bringing them."

Jin looked out the window and saw a warrior following Jet.

He was approaching the mansion with strangely out-of-place movement, dressed in a robe and hood.

"Good evening! I've brought them here!"

Jet opened the door with a bang.

Upon closer inspection, the warrior in the robe seemed much larger. His skeleton was so strange that he didn't look human.

Jin shrugged as he saw the gleaming golden eyes beneath the hood.

Jin: "Guys, you always organize disguises for others so perfectly. Was this really the best choice?"

Warrior: "Why not? Isn't it excellent?"

Rustle!

As he removed the robe, strands of hair that barely reached Jin's waist were revealed.

The true identity of the warrior was someone from the "Golden Snow Tribe," or rather, a combination of four people fused into one, forming a strange human structure.

"Well, not bad at all. It's been a while, Peng."

"Oh, come on. Are you really going to be like this? We're not poor beggars in that cave anymore. Call me Golden Peng, First Leader Peng. Sir Jin Runcandel, Twelfth Flagbearer of Runcandel."

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