Chapter 176
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"What's fair or not? As long as you are happy." Sarah Mel poked her head with her finger and said: "You are too honest. Like my father said, grab whatever you like. There is nothing in this world that can't be exchanged with money and power. Well, except for great artists like Master Tyza."
Jenny sighed and slowly shook her head. Although she and Sarah Mel were childhood playmates and had similar interests in many aspects, there were some things that she still firmly believed in her own beliefs.
"I'll go back first." Sarah didn't say much as she waved goodbye.
Jenny nodded and suddenly thought of something: "Did you say that you might see him? Then … Can you help me bring a letter to him? "
Sarah Mel raised her hand and touched her face. She smiled and said: "This lady will not be a messenger. If you have something to say, then say it yourself. Weren't you very brave before?" Sarah Mel smiled and touched Sarah's face.
After saying that, he blinked his eyes and turned to leave.
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Yard town, Ryan Castle.
A carriage entered the castle. The door was pushed open and Dean got off the carriage. He followed the servant into the castle.
It was dusk. Smoke was floating behind the Ryan Castle. Dinner was being prepared.
In the hall of the castle, the servants stood respectfully on both sides. Although the Ryan family had declined, the etiquette of dining was still maintained. Old Fulin's children and grandchildren had arrived in the spacious dining hall. They were busy with their own things and occasionally chatting with each other.
Hughton was talking to his sister when he saw Dean coming from outside. He quickly got up and greeted him: "Hello, Mr. Dean."
Dean shook hands: "I came at the right time."
Hugh laughed: "Yes, Mr. Dean hasn't eaten yet. How about we eat together?"
Dean didn't refuse: "Then I'll have to trouble you to add a pair of chopsticks."
"Chopsticks?" Hugh was surprised but didn't ask much. He smiled and nodded.
He touched his nose and entered the dining room. Old Fulin was in the office on the second floor. Barton, Kroen and Joseph were also in the dining room. They were sitting in a corner but no one paid attention to them.
Seeing Dean enter the restaurant, the three were surprised and immediately greeted him.
Dean smiled and nodded to the three.
At this time, a middle-aged man with a white beard asked Hugh: "This is?"
Hughton hurriedly introduced, "This is the hunter hired by Grandpa."
"Hunter?" There was a trace of surprise in the middle-aged man's eyes. He stepped forward and shook hands: "Hello, I'm the second son of Old Fulin, Jake."
Dean gently shook hands: "Hello."
The other people sitting in the restaurant also came forward to greet Dean. The third generation Hughton stood next to him. He was curious and wanted to come forward to greet Dean. However, he just nodded and called him Mr. Dean because of his status and etiquette.
"Mr. Dean is so young. Which consortium did you come from?" Jake asked with a smile.
"Mellon Consortium."
"Mellon Consortium?" Jake was not surprised: "My father has recently founded a new consortium. It's called New World Consortium. It's really gratifying to be able to win over a young and promising hunter like you."
Dean smiled. Although his face was full of joy, but when Old Fulin founded the consortium, most of his children tried to stop him. Fortunately, although Old Fulin was old, he was still able to control them.
After a moment, Old Fulin came to the dining hall. He was not surprised to see Dean. There was a touch of smile on his face: "Mr. Dean, you came really early."
"The hunter who came early gets the bird to eat." Dean got up and smiled.
Old Fulin waved his hand to indicate everyone to sit down. He came to the patriarch's seat with the help of the middle-aged maid: "Mr. Dean, you sit next to me."
Jake and the others were surprised. They didn't expect the patriarch to value Dean so much.
Dean nodded slightly and sat down.
Coincidentally, Jake was sitting in his seat. The smile on his face was a little stiff, but he still squeezed out a smile and moved back a seat.
"Let's eat." Old Fulin said to the middle-aged maid next to him.
The middle-aged maid nodded and turned to another maid to pass the message.
After a moment, the servants brought the dishes to the table.
Old Fulin smiled at Dean: "I didn't know that Mr. Dean would come today. The dinner is a bit simple, so please enjoy."
"Save and get rich." Dean smiled back.
The dinner table looked happy and harmonious. Old Fulin wiped his mouth with a handkerchief: "Mr. Dean, our Ryan family has established a new consortium. Tomorrow night will be the opening ceremony of the consortium. Many old acquaintances of the nobles will come to congratulate us. You are currently the only hunter in our consortium. I hope you can attend."
Dean nodded: "No problem."
"Grandpa, can I go too?" Hugh shouted from the end of the table.
Old Fulin looked at him: "You don't have enough seniority. You should put your mind on your studies. When you get the knight's certificate of honor, you will bring glory to our family."
Hugh's face was pale as he coldly snorted.
After dinner, Old Fulin called Dean into the study room to discuss some matters.
"The nobles who will be attending tomorrow are in a similar situation as the Ryan family. They are relatively declining." Old Fulin went straight to the point after the middle-aged maid left: "Some of them want to participate due to etiquette. Some of them want to see the situation of our consortium. They want to join and share the benefits. In any case, this is the first time that our consortium will show up. I hope to leave a good impression."
Dean nodded: "They are not the only ones who will pay attention to this party. The entire aristocratic circle will be looking at us."
"Yes." Old Fulin deeply nodded as he saw that Dean understood. He secretly looked at the teenager: "There have been many declining aristocrats who wanted to establish a consortium. They wanted to draw other declining aristocrats to join them. However, these declining aristocrats are scattered. They will be crushed by other consortia."
"Over time, there are very few declining aristocrats who are willing to establish a consortium. After all, the establishment fee of a consortium is not low. Now our Ryan family is desperate. The other families should have investigated very clearly. In any case, since we have taken this road, I hope to have a good start. Therefore, I intend to announce to the public that you are an intermediate hunter. In this way, we can improve the foundation of our consortium. "
Dean pondered for a moment and nodded: "Alright."
"In the future, we are likely to be suppressed by the Mellon consortium." Old Fulin sighed: "It's all up to you. Our Ryan family can't afford to toss and turn. We can't stop this giant sword."
Dean smiled: "Once we accumulate enough funds to rent the passage outside the giant wall, our wealth will roll faster than a snowball."
Old Fulin wryly smiled. Although he didn't know where Dean's confidence came from, but he couldn't refute anything. Now he could only pray.
"Are there alchemists behind some big aristocrats?" Dean suddenly asked.
Old Fulin was silent for a moment: "Yes, the wealth created by an alchemist master is much more than that of a hunter."
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