Knock, knock, knock.
Steward Eamon knocked on the large oak door in front of him and reported, "Master, Count Morrison requests an audience."
"Let him in." Colin's voice came from inside the door.
"Yes." Eamon pushed open the door and bowed to Count Morrison, indicating, "Lord Count, please."
Count Morrison smiled faintly at Eamon, then walked into the study with his head held high.
"Welcome to the Red Castle, Your Excellency Count Morrison!" Colin walked up with a smile and warmly shook hands with Count Morrison.
"Sir Viscount Angley, thank you for your hospitality. I hope my arrival hasn't caused you too much trouble."
This Count Morrison didn't look to be even twenty years old, even younger than Colin. Even though he tried his best to pretend to be mature and experienced, even growing a beard, his movements still revealed his obvious immaturity.
"Of course there's no trouble. It's my honor to have you grace Icestone with your presence. Also, I've always admired the valiant old count! "
The old count Colin spoke of was the previous Count Morrison, who was also the grandfather of the young man in front of him.
This old count had been stabbed to death by Knight Kahn Sudo in a meeting of the lords half a year ago. At the time, Colin had also been present and had personally witnessed the scene of this unyielding old count loudly berating the lords who were preparing to revolt.
After the old count's death, the Morrison Family had no choice but to let such a young man inherit the count's position.
The Morrison Family didn't have many descendants. The old count only had one son, but this son had been seriously injured in a war many years ago and was almost completely paralyzed.
A person like this who couldn't even take care of himself definitely couldn't inherit the Morrison Family's title. Thus, the old count's eldest grandson, Siken Morrison, who was only eighteen years old, could only inherit the count's position.
"Thank you for your concern and praise. If grandfather knew that his sacrifice would receive so much recognition, he would definitely be able to rest in peace in the heavens!"
After exchanging some pleasantries, Colin invited Count Morrison to take a seat and had the maids serve coffee and desserts.
"Your Excellency Count, I wonder why you've come from so far away?"
Count Morrison put down the coffee in his hand and said seriously, "Your Excellency Viscounts, I've taken the liberty of coming this time in hopes of receiving your help."
"Oh? Please speak... If it's within my power, I definitely won't be stingy, "Colin said with a smile, already guessing Count Morrison's intentions in coming.
Actually, after the Winter Veil, quite a few of the Northern Frontier nobles had come looking, wanting to buy a batch of food from Colin to deal with emergencies.
This time around, Count Morrison was the one with the highest rank among the nobles.
His next words confirmed Colin's suspicions. "I heard that Your Excellency has purchased a large amount of food from Silverymoon City. I wonder if you can sell some to the Morrison Family?"
"Of course.
Count Morrison was pleasantly surprised by Colin's forthrightness, and he immediately shouted excitedly, "Really? Thank you so much! Your Excellency Viscounts, the Morrison Family will forever remember the kindness of the Angele family! "
"However, Your Excellency, I'm sure you're aware of the current price of food in the Northern Frontier. I'm afraid this batch of food won't be cheap."
Count Morrison paused for a moment, but he still nodded. "Don't worry, the Morrison Family will not let a friend suffer a loss. We will buy this batch of food from you according to the market price."
Hearing that, Colin couldn't help but reveal a satisfied smile.
How could he suffer a loss?
Given Colin's status in Silverymoon, the local half-elven merchants naturally wouldn't dare to raise the price of the food. They sold it to Colin at the normal price. When this batch of food was shipped to the Northern Frontier, the price soared by more than ten times. Colin could be said to have profited greatly.
A few of the nobles who had come to buy the food had tried to lower the price after understanding the situation, but this young Count Morrison actually stupidly agreed without even discussing the price.
It seemed that he was yet another honest person.
Colin looked at Count Morrison and smiled even more brilliantly. "Your Excellency, there's one more thing I need to tell you in advance."
"Please speak."
"I'm sure you're aware that too many people have come to Icestone to buy food. My food is all shipped from Silverymoon, so I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up.
That's why I'm afraid you won't be able to deliver all the food in one go. "
Count Morrison furrowed his brow slightly and asked, "Then when will we receive all the food?"
"That … depends on the speed of delivery from Silverymoon. However, I can promise you that the Morrison Family will definitely get priority in the supply! "
"Alright, thank you so much," said Morrison with a smile.
Unfortunately, the young count didn't realize that Colin hadn't actually given him any promises. What could a 'priority in the supply' guarantee?
Colin wasn't bullying Count Morrison on purpose. He had given this condition to all the nobles who came to buy food that they had to pay in installments.
Using this condition, Colin could control the food supply of these families to a certain extent and influence their stance in the upcoming chaos of the Northern Frontier.
Of course, the food would be delivered in installments, but the money had to be paid in one go.
The Angele family didn't accept credit!
Right now, food was in short supply in the Northern Frontier. No matter how harsh Colin's conditions were, the nobles could only hold their noses and accept.
Count Morrison didn't seem to realize Colin's hidden scheme at all as he thanked him profusely and left.
Looking at his joyous appearance, a trace of guilt flashed through Colin's heart, but it only lasted for less than a second before disappearing.
Not long after, Eamon knocked on the door again. "Master, another guest has come to Icestone."
"Which family's messenger is it this time?"
Eamon shook his head. "Master, the guest this time comes from the north."
"The north?" Colin was stunned. Icestone was already the northernmost part of the Northern Frontier. Further north …
That would be Sky Ice Plains!
"Trolls' messenger?"
"No, it's the messenger of the Golden Lion Legion stationed at Sky Ice Plains."
Colin's brow furrowed even tighter. "Golden Lion Legion? Are you sure he wants to see me? "
In Colin's opinion, the messenger of the Golden Lion Legion should've gone to Frostwinter no matter what. Why was he looking for him?
Eamon lowered his voice and explained, "Master, the one who wants to see you is the follower of the Golden Lion Legion's messenger. His name is Charles St. Hilde."
"Charles?" Colin immediately stood up from his seat in shock.
He remembered that this was the eldest son of the Duke Of St. Hilde, the former marquis of the Northern Frontier. However, his father had sent him to the frontlines and asked him to —
"As long as we don't break through the troll capital, we're not allowed to return to the Northern Frontier."
He didn't expect him to sneak back at this time.
No wonder he didn't dare to go to Frostwinter and ran to Icestone instead.
Colin paced around the study a few times with his brow furrowed.
After a while, he asked, "No one recognized him, right?"
"No, Master. Sir Charles disguised himself and appeared in Icestone as the messenger's follower. "
"Alright, bring him to see me."
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