Silvermoon City returned to its usual bustling and bustling state, as if the coup and bloody battle had never happened.
However, observant people could sense a different aura from the half-elves. It was as if they were a completely different race.
Lawrence Ullman sensed this change.
As the eldest son of the Oman family and the first in line to inherit the title of Earl, Lawrence Viscounts had visited Silvermoon City a few times. Back then, when the half-elves saw him, they bowed very low, unlike now. Although they were still respectful, they were neither servile nor overbearing.
"My apologies, Lord Viscounts. Our company's food has all been pre-ordered by the Angele family."
The Angele family again!
Viscounts Lawrence was depressed. He had visited all the big and small companies in Silvermoon City these few days, only to find that the Angele family had beaten him to it.
Thinking of the half-elven nobles he had visited before, and how they had kept a respectful distance from him, Viscounts Lawrence rubbed his chin and sighed.
"Colin Angele, the true owner of Silvermoon City?"
… …
"Lord Viscounts, there is a man outside who claims to be the eldest son of Earl Oman, Lawrence Viscounts, requesting to see you."
Colin was stunned. He had not expected to meet someone from the Oman family in Silvermoon City. After thinking for a while, he casually gestured for the man to enter.
Viscounts Lawrence was a handsome and elegant young man in his twenties. He had a pair of wine-red eyes like his father, Earl Oman. He had an impeccable smile on his face, and his every move was refined and courteous. He indeed had the bearing of an Earl's eldest son.
However, Colin did not like him. He had never forgotten that the Oman family was highly suspected of plotting to assassinate him.
Of course, on the surface, Colin pretended to be friendly, "Lord Viscounts Lawrence, welcome to Silvermoon City!"
"Lord Viscount Angley, thank you for your hospitality!
My father has always said that you are a military genius, but I didn't expect it to be proven so quickly. In the battle of Silvermoon City, your glorious feat of defeating the Eastern Border's Pegasus Legion with the remnants of the Black Cavalry and the Half-Elven Silvermoon Guard has spread throughout the Northern Frontier. Countless bards are singing your name! "
Viscounts Lawrence's words of praise came out of his mouth with a sincere smile on his handsome face. Even though he knew that it was just polite words, it still made the person being praised feel his sincerity.
"You flatter me. In the battle of Silver Moon City, it was mainly due to the bravery of the soldiers. I really didn't contribute much." Colin smiled and invited the other party to sit at the round table. He then asked the maid to bring them coffee.
Viscounts Lawrence sipped his coffee while looking at the decorations in the hall. He seemed to be deeply attracted by the murals and sculptures. After a while, he revealed a satisfied smile, as if he had obtained great satisfaction from appreciating them.
Colin didn't have such appreciation ability. In his opinion, these famous paintings and sculptures might as well be exchanged for gold coins...
"May I know why Lord Lawrence has come to Silvermoon City? If there's anything I can help with, please feel free to tell me. "
"Actually, it's like this. I'm sure you've already heard that the Northern Frontier is currently experiencing a famine. The Oman family's territory is no exception. That's why my father sent me to Silvermoon City this time to buy some food back to solve the urgent situation.
However, I've been to all the large merchant guilds in Silvermoon City these past few days, and I've discovered that you've already bought all the food in advance. That's why I've shamelessly come here to buy some food from you. "
Colin put down his coffee cup and purposely put on a troubled expression.
"I see. Actually, I'm very willing to help the Oman family. After all, our families are related by marriage. However, the shortage of food in the Angele family's territory is indeed a little too great. Even with the current food reserves in Silvermoon City, it's barely enough, so … "
Hearing Colin's excuses, Viscounts Lawrence maintained a smile on his face, but he was already cursing in his heart.
The half-elven kingdom's agricultural standards were renowned, and Silvermoon City had always been known as the empire's granary. The food produced by the half-elven kingdom was more than enough to supply half of the Northern Frontier. Now, he was saying that it was barely enough to supply one Viscounts' territory?
Who was he trying to fool?
"Lord Viscounts, I can understand your difficulties. However, the Oman family does need help now. How about this, as long as you're willing to sell some of your food to us, I'll accept any price. "
Colin was overjoyed. I've been waiting for you to say that!
He'd monopolized the food in Silvermoon City this time. Apart from supplying the Viscounts' territory, he'd planned to sell the rest to make a fortune. Now that someone had come knocking on his door, of course he wouldn't be polite.
"Ahem, you're being too polite. Since the Oman family is so lacking in food, of course I won't leave them in the lurch. However, I won't take advantage of them either. I'll sell it to you according to the market price. "
"Thank you, Lord Viscounts!" Viscounts Lawrence hurriedly expressed his gratitude.
However, he understood that the so-called 'market price' was definitely not the market price in Silvermoon City, but the market price in the Northern Frontier.
However, the price of food in the Northern Frontier had already skyrocketed …
How dare he say that he won't take advantage of them?
Colin slowly raised his coffee cup and smiled, "I'll arrange for someone to contact you. You can discuss the details of the deal with him."
"Alright." Viscounts Lawrence had no choice but to nod in agreement.
Then, he asked, "Lord Viscounts, may I ask when you'll return to the Northern Frontier?"
"Tomorrow is Queen Aisha's coronation. I plan to return after attending the ceremony."
Viscounts Lawrence didn't seem surprised by this. He only smiled and reminded, "Lord Viscounts, the Northern Frontier hasn't been too peaceful recently. Please be careful when you return."
Colin's lips curled into a cold smile, "With the Black Cavalry escorting me, I'd like to see who has the guts to do anything to me."
"Ah, that's right! I was overthinking! "Viscounts Lawrence smacked his head and laughed.
After taking a sip of coffee, Viscounts Lawrence spoke again, "Lord Viscounts, I wonder if you've heard of a rumor circulating in the Northern Frontier recently?"
"What rumor?"
"The rumor says that the famine in the Northern Frontier is actually due to a plan by the Duke Of St. Hilde."
Colin's heart skipped a beat as he understood. However, he didn't show it on his face as he asked, "What plan?"
"When the trolls broke through the Northern Frontier's defense line and invaded the hinterland of the Northern Frontier, it was actually a show put on by the Duke. The goal was to numb the trolls and lure them out, thus giving the Black Cavalry a chance to win."
Colin drank his coffee in silence, cursing in his heart. Wasn't this the plan that your old man, Count Oman, first proposed? Why are you trying to push the blame to the Duke Of St. Hilde now?
"Didn't you say that it was a rumor? That probably doesn't have much credibility. "
"That's right. However, if this rumor is true, then Lord Viscounts, do you think the Duke Of St. Hilde is responsible for this famine? "
Colin blinked. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said with a solemn expression, "If it's true, then the Duke Of St. Hilde should indeed be responsible."
Hearing Colin's answer, Viscounts Lawrence finally revealed a sincere smile.
The two then chatted for a while before Viscounts Lawrence took his leave.
Looking at the back view of the other party gradually disappearing, Colin could already confirm that —
A storm was about to engulf the Northern Frontier!
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