Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations After returning from the Petersen Merchant Guild, Laurist locked himself in his room and lit the candle for the entire night.
When Schwald knocked on the door in the morning, he saw Laurist's slightly red eyes and tired face.
"Sir …" Schwald called out worriedly.
Schwald and Ell had accompanied Laurist to the Petersen Merchant Guild yesterday. Even though they stood outside the door, they could still vaguely hear the Chick Merchant Guild's intentions on their family's territory, Silovas Island. When they pricked up their ears, they even heard President Petersen advise Laurist not to start a war with the Chick Merchant Guild out of spite, and that it would be best if he sold Silovas Island to the Chick Merchant Guild.
When they returned, all the guards and Josk heard the news. Everyone was agitated, feeling greatly insulted. Since when could a merchant guild threaten the Norton Family of the Northern Lands? Everyone expressed that they would rather die in battle than sell their family's territory.
Laurist's expression was gloomy. He asked for a map of Morent City, the Ford Trade Union, and the surrounding kingdoms. He locked himself in his room for the entire night, and only came out now.
"Don't worry, Schwald. Even if the sky falls, I'm taller than you. I'll hold it up first. It's no big deal. Get me a basin of water to wash my face first. "Laurist smiled and stroked Schwald's hair.
With the cold linen towel on his face, Laurist's body trembled, and the exhaustion from the entire night was swept away …
It's none of my business that the Commerce Alliance has implemented the Lord's system, but you shouldn't have set your eyes on me. I've lived two lives, and all I want is to quietly farm and develop. I've never thought of provoking anyone, but one after another, they've come to bully me. Kind people get bullied, and tame horses get ridden. I've heard this saying in my previous life. It's crude, but it's true. Since that's the case, then come. Seven large merchant fleets, almost a thousand armed ships, and more than a hundred thousand sailors. Is that so great? In my eyes, they're all just trash!
Two years ago, someone suggested annexing the surrounding weaker kingdoms to lay the foundation for the Trade Union to implement the lordship system … The words President Petersen said yesterday echoed in Laurist's ears.
A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Laurist's mouth. Was it that easy for the Commerce Alliance to divert the attention of all the nobles who wished to obtain fiefs to the Redelis Kingdom and the Andinac Kingdom? Merchants were merchants, and it was in their nature to avoid harm and pursue profit. Instead of eating a delicious cake that could easily be eaten in one's mouth, they had to run to a distant place to gnaw on bloody bones. Did they really think that everyone had the same long-term vision as the Seven Heavyweights?
Let me add fuel to the fire and let you know what it means to be out of control. I don't believe that you won't eat the delicacy that's right in front of your mouth.
"Howard, invite Mr. Mancheni to my room," Laurist ordered.
At noon, after eating lunch, Laurist went to Dawn Academy to bid farewell to all the instructors and professors he knew. He said that he would be leaving Morent City in two days, and then he went to bid farewell to Dean Levins.
After Laurist left, Dean Levins and Great Swordmaster Kelud looked at the two letters on the table with furrowed brows. This was really a troublesome gourd.
The best solution was to burn the two letters and pretend that nothing had happened. However, when he thought about the millions of gold coins that were involved in the two letters, Dean Levins finally made up his mind. "We can't be the only one to take the blame. Invite the deans of the other academies. We'll share the profits and the risks …"
Two days later, a piece of news shook the whole of Morent City. It quickly spread to the Mana Hill Plains and the kingdoms and duchies around the Fortune Technetium Commerce Alliance.
The headline of the first page of the Morent Daily, which had the largest circulation, was one word: The Truth!
The report once again reviewed the mysterious case of the Fay Red Winery in the Telemark Kingdom, as well as the real reason why the person involved, Viscount Sylva, was strangely hanged in the square in front of the palace by King Telemark VII two days after the incident. The truth of the matter was that a glass technician in the Telemark Kingdom called Mancheni had been kidnapped by bandits because of Viscount Sylva. This meant that the glass production process and technology that had been kept secret in the Telemark Kingdom for almost two hundred years had been leaked …
The report said that a joint expedition team of students from a few academies in Morent City had unexpectedly rescued a severely injured person on their way to the Sunset Mountains. This person was Technician Mancheni, who had escaped from the hands of the bandits. Due to the severity of his injuries, Technician Mancheni died after a day of rescue.
However, before his death, Technician Mancheni hated the Telemark Kingdom the most. He said that he had worked diligently for the Telemark Kingdom for thirty-two years, but he couldn't get the protection of the Telemark Kingdom. As a result, his family was ruined. It was from Technician Mancheni that he found out that Viscount Sylva had forced him to marry his daughter, and that he had been kidnapped by bandits.
Now that Technician Mancheni's wife and daughter had died in the hands of bandits, he had lost all interest in living. Before he died, he wrote two letters. One was about the production process and formula of green glass, and the other was about the production process and formula of oil glass. Technician Mancheni hoped to leak these two special glass products that the Telemark Kingdom had kept a secret for almost two hundred years. He wanted to take revenge on the Telemark Kingdom's coldness and Viscount Sylva for threatening his family.
Of course, Technician Mancheni didn't know that his enemy, Viscount Sylva, had already been hanged to death by Telemark VII. However, the two letters he left behind after his death made things difficult for the students of the joint expedition team. In the end, everyone decided to return to the academy and hand over the two letters related to the production process and formula of glass to the academy.
After the few academies in Moronte City received the two letters, they decided to hand over the two letters related to the production process and formula of glass to the Mayflower Chamber of Commerce for auction. Other than rewarding the students of the joint expedition team, the rest of the money from the auction would be used to set up a Mancheni Prize. It would be used as a scholarship for all the diligent students who came from poor families, in memory of Technician Mancheni, who had worked hard all his life but lost his family.
The report also said that the Mayflower Chamber of Commerce would hold a grand auction on the fifth of December to auction off the two letters related to the production process and formula of glass. It was said that the starting bid for each letter was one million gold fords …
All of the chambers of commerce in Moronte City and the surrounding duchies and kingdoms of the Ford Commercial Union were stunned by the report in the Moronte Daily. Everyone knew that other than the Ford Commercial Union, the richest kingdom was the Telemark Kingdom. Just by monopolizing the production and sales of glass, they earned more than three million gold fords every year. They were known as the richest royal family in Galinthea.
The production process and formula of glass that had been kept secret in the Telemark Kingdom for nearly two hundred years had been leaked out. If they could get their hands on a share, whether it was green glass or oil glass, they could earn at least one million gold fords every year. For many countries, families and chambers of commerce, this was an opportunity to make a fortune that could not be missed. There were only seven or eight days left until the fifth of December. Countless people who wanted to get their hands on it flocked to Moronte City.
The entire Ford Commercial Union had been stirred up by the two letters. Needless to say, Moronte City had become the center of the storm. The heads of the Mayflower Chamber of Commerce were even more distressed. They controlled the auction industry of the Commercial Union. The two letters had made them the target of public criticism.
If it was a nameless person or a relatively weak force who brought the two letters to auction, perhaps the heads of the Mayflower Chamber of Commerce would have already swallowed them up. They would then get their hands on the two letters related to the production process and formula of glass and secretly make a fortune for themselves.
But now, the top ten academies of Galinthea were jointly auctioning them. Even if they had eaten the heart of a tiger or the heart of a leopard, the Mayflower Chamber of Commerce would not dare to do anything to the two letters. Moreover, each of the eight academies had sent a Great Swordsman to keep an eye on the two letters. The eight Great Swordsman were said to be assisting the guards, but in fact, they were also guarding against the Mayflower Chamber of Commerce.
Just as Dean Levins of Dawn Academy had said to the deans of the other seven academies, "We can't produce any glass ourselves. Otherwise, we will become the target of others. So, we only need to earn a sum. I believe that these two letters are worth more than eight million gold merits. But Dawn Academy alone cannot swallow such a huge sum, so we can only look for everyone to join forces. After the auction is successful, each academy can get a million. Are you in? "
Needless to say, no matter how famous an academy was, it was impossible to compete with one of the seven giants of the Commercial Union. But if the eight academies joined forces, no one would dare to have any ideas. For these academies, although they were ranked in the top ten of Galinthea Academy, they would be thankful if they could earn a few tens of thousands of gold merits a year. Sometimes, they would even lose some.
Just like what Dean Levins had told Laurist in the past, Dawn Academy's biggest annual income came from these donations. So, when President Peterson's fat son wanted to awaken his Battle Aura, Dawn Academy had to do it reluctantly, and Laurist had to find a way to do it.
Now, as long as they put in some effort, they could get a million gold merits. There was no reason for the seven deans to refuse. Those who could sit on the dean's throne were all sly old foxes like Dean Levins. They were all very clear that only by joining forces would they not be at a disadvantage. So, with one Great Swordsman from each academy, the eight Great Swordsman would be a very threatening force to guard the two letters, ensuring that no one would secretly have any ideas about these two letters.
When the Morrent Daily, which contained the truth, was sent to the king of the Kingdom of Telimbo, Telimbo VII flew into a rage and smashed everything he could pick up. Then, he gathered the ministers of the kingdom, and four hours later, they came up with three countermeasures:
One, send envoys to the Ford Trade Union to negotiate, and force them to hand over the two letters regarding the production process and formula of the glass.
Two, mobilize the kingdom's army of fifty thousand and heavily suppress the border, letting the Trade Union see that the Kingdom of Telimbo was willing to go to war to protect the secret of glass production.
Three, have the kingdom's seven Great Swordsmen bring gold yuan certificates worth ten million gold merits, accompanied by more than twenty Golden Knights to Morrent City. Contact the Mayflower Trade Union immediately, and see if they could buy the two letters back for ten million gold merits.
If they couldn't, Telimbo VII coldly issued a final order of death, "If we can't get it, then destroy the two letters. Glass production is the foundation of the Kingdom of Telimbo. I will not allow any other country, family, or trade union to hold the secret of glass production like we do … "
Just as everyone in Morrent City was focused on the two letters regarding the production process and formula of glass in the hands of the Mayflower Trade Union, on the 34th of November, one night before the end of the month, Laurist brought his guards, Jost. Schneider, Dorais, and Mancheni's family quietly boarded four carriages, and drove towards the Peterson Trade Union's private pier.
There was also a black carriage waiting at the pier. Seeing Laurist and the others arrive, Aire and two guards jumped down from the black carriage. They moved two sacks from the carriage, and then carefully instructed the marines to move the sacks onto the Flying Fish of the Kingdom of Dawn.
The two sacks seemed to contain people. The night watchman of the Peterson Trade Union's private pier was about to go up and take a look, but was stopped by the person in charge of the pier. "We didn't see anything, understand?" the person in charge said sternly.
Laurist was bidding farewell to Dorais, "Dorais, there are three main reasons why I left you in Morrent City. First, pay attention to the impact of the two letters, and add fuel to the fire in secret. Second, recruit talents. When the time comes, take the Peterson Trade Union's merchant ship to Viscount Teberly's territory. We will be there to receive you. Third, find out information about the Chikder Trade Union. We will be facing this enemy next. "
"Yes, my lord. I will do as you say." Dorais straightened his chest and replied, "My lord, you have to be careful on the way too …"
Laurist patted Dorais on the shoulder, and then walked towards the person in charge of the pier. He took out a bulging bag of money and stuffed it into his hands, "I have troubled you during this period of docking here. Take this bag of money as a token of my gratitude. Also, please bid farewell to the chairman on my behalf. There are many matters in the family territory, and my heart is burning with anxiety. I really don't have the time to thank him in person. "
The person in charge of the pier was already stunned by the large bag of gold coins in his arms. Sikva above, this bag weighed at least a hundred gold coins. At that moment, he didn't even hear what Laurist was saying, and only knew how to nod and bow continuously. Even when the Flying Fish of the Kingdom of Dawn was far away, he still kept waving goodbye …
The sky was just beginning to brighten, but the young master of the Chikder Trade Union, Murray Barker, flew into a rage, "What did you say? Last night at around two o 'clock, that Count Norton boarded his ship and left Cangjin Bay? What are those people watching over us doing? Are they asleep? Very good, then they won't have to wake up in the future. Order the aviary to immediately release the petrel and send this news to the second and third interception fleets. The first interception fleet will then pursue and capture that ship. Bring that Baron Norton to me! What are you waiting for? Go! "
"Yes, third young master."
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