Robert stared at her for a mont before frowning.
"A young albino woman, you say?" he asked.
"Yes. She had a srizing beauty, but didn’t show herself often. Apparently, she’s also a student of Lord Hardrial."
"Hmm." He remained thoughtful for a long ti, making Rebecca suspect he knew sothing.
"You really know sothing, don’t you?"
Robert shrugged. "Well, I don’t know. So people have very poor mories these days, which is strange. I don’t know why I feel that magic is being used on a large scale to make important people in the Empire forget certain things. So I’ll try to investigate further."
Rebecca nodded. "If you find anything, I hope you’ll let know. I’m curious."
"Will you resu the investigation you started in your last year of school?" Robert asked, curious.
Rebecca simply shrugged and left.
"Tsk, she’s gotten more spoiled," he grumbled, although he had only himself to bla for that, but he didn’t care.
He imdiately got up and went to do so things he had pending.
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"A 16-year-old student, leader of the South, whose business idea is astonishing, with an overwhelming amount of money, enviable power for his age, and on top of that, an Armantalist, which makes Robert Priestley himself co to see this little Neville." Robert Neville smiled, staring at Robert Priestley.
Because their nas were identical, they were often confused when people simply said, "Mr. Robert." Ultimately, it was decided that one was an emperor and the other a simple nobleman.
However, due to the Nevilles’ growing influence, they eventually had to be called by their surnas or full nas.
It was a nuisance for both of them, but it didn’t seem to be this ti.
"Haha, as people who share nas and you being soone who has received our support for your family to beco a Castle, I thought I’d co see you first."
"It is an honor for Lord Priestley to co visit , as I respect and admire you for your great achievents. But what exactly is your intention in coming here? This could cause a stir among the Castles of the North."
"I heard about your plans from my daughter, Mr. Neville." Priestley got straight to the point. "So I’m curious to know how far these plans go."
Neville stared at him for a long ti. He didn’t like revealing his plans to rise in this society because the more they know, the worse it gets. But he couldn’t bla his son for telling it. The people of the Castles were still very dangerous to them, and even if they beca one, they would not have the sa influence as those who had been one for many years.
Not to ntion the Priestleys, whose influence extended throughout the Empire. Thanks to their good businesses and banks, they were one of the few who had great influence abroad.
But he would not be intimidated just because it was a Castle leader who ca to extract information from him.
Perhaps his son had no choice; the Castles could easily destroy him socially, but he was different. Even the Castles could not take away his influence.
That is why he was not obliged to speak.
Priestley knew this, so saying that would not make him say anything.
"With what I already know..." Priestley said. "I am interested in that alliance."
"Well, it makes sense. Altering the current course of Aster Mane’s actions will always affect you more, as you are the richest. But I don’t think we Nevilles need the cooperation of a Castle to beco one. That would be counterproductive; we wouldn’t be achieving it through our own efforts," he said.
Priestley laughed. "Haha, the Priestleys’ business is everywhere, including their ears. Priestley’s money is in every pocket, every hand right now. I know a lot of things because of that, Mr. Neville."
"What do you an?"
"I an that I know so things of interest to you, and I don’t care about your struggle to beco a Castle. Believe , Mr. Neville, I don’t intend to take advantage of your struggle. Honestly, I’m more interested in not losing money, since making money in the Priestleys is easier these days."
Neville frowned and stared at him. He could understand his words, even though they didn’t answer his questions about what he ant at all.
"Since you know things I want and you’re looking for , but you don’t want money or riches, I suppose your idea is to grow and gain status from another point of view, right?" he asked.
Priestley smiled softly. "I like intelligent people, Mr. Neville."
"Then go ahead, Lord Priestley. Let hear your current interest."
"I understand that you are very close to so magical laboratories in the Scientific and Alchemical District, Mr. Neville. I am interested in new magic."
Being clear, Neville was forced to frown.
"I am a sponsor of several of them, so I am aware. But I am a little surprised that a Castle is so interested in them that their leader would co to see personally."
"Hahaha, no need to beat around the bush, Mr. Neville. Research is our hobby at Priestley. We have power, we have money, we have status... We have everything, and that’s boring. Money isn’t as profound as magic. It’s just money. We can’t delve into its mysteries."
"But you can buy grimoires to research, books to read, and practically everything that exists in the Empire."
"Well, money can buy everything, but, as I told you before, lately I’ve been avoiding losing money foolishly. So I prefer to approach those who have an inexhaustible source of research, so we can satisfy our curiosity."
"Avoiding losing, Mr. Priestley? I recently heard that your young daughter has been gambling heavily at Velfast these past few years. That..."
"That’s pocket money, Mr. Neville."
"Ten thousand or 20 billion?"
Robert Priestley gestured, opening his hands slightly while opening his shoulders simultaneously: "Pocket money, nothing more. Don’t be surprised by the bets, they’re part of our fun."
’Pocket money, huh. Even though we are noble and rich in every sense of the word, that’s still a terrifying concept for us.’ Robert Neville sighed inwardly.
When it ca to power, the Lockwards were incomprehensible. When it ca to money, the Priestleys were.
Neville sighed. It was difficult to understand the lives of these rich people.
"Lord Priestley, I can provide you with the entertainnt you seek. New magic is always a subject of continuous study. The laboratories are in need of funds, so if you enter into the equation, everything will be settled. But are you sure about this?" He asked and then emphasized, "The Church..."
"You don’t need to worry about that. What a Castle does does not need to be consulted with the Church."
"Very well, then." Neville nodded. Before, they had nurous problems trying to ascend to the level of Castle, solely because of those connections, so these problems seed to only hit the weakest.
"That being the case, I can introduce you as an investor. This is a win for too, but I would like to know exactly how you want to help us with the main issue," he said, and before continuing, he did not forget to emphasize: "More than 15 laboratories, including magical and alchemical scientists, are in contact with us, by the way."
Robert Priestley smiled. "Take a look at this, Mr. Neville, and tell what you think," he said, pulling out so docunts to give him.
Robert Neville grabbed the docunts and read them. The more he read, the more surprise there was in his eyes, and his face seed to light up.
"It seems to be of interest to you, Mr. Neville," Priestley said with a sly smile.
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The days of the week passed quickly, as Louis witnessed how the war seed to calm down, but it was a facade.
What was happening behind the scenes was what mattered. Luckily for him, he had moved first, so he was ahead of the ga. But this, although it would take months, would sooner or later explode.
’I can’t keep being so weak,’ he thought, looking at Jessy before him, making so designs.
She had been busy all week, working hard. But it seed that slowly her designs were starting to attract attention.
Although her company was still in its infancy, so open-minded people ca to see and left delighted with the designs sold.
The first three days were spent creating the orders placed by those businesspeople. At the sa ti, they began recruiting more people for different positions, and in just one week, they already had 100 employees.
When there is money, companies grow uncontrollably. That was a real saying, and Louis was experiencing it.
Thanks to that, Jessy was gaining good status, and nothing bad was moving against him.
’I think it’s a good idea to leave for a while. I need to improve my magic,’ he thought.
During that week, he practiced several new spells with Hardrial and Laura, but he wasn’t devoting as much ti to it as he should have, so his progress slowed.
The tournant was drawing closer, but so was the outbreak of war between the North and the South. He needed to be able to create more powerful spells and improve his speed as soon as possible.
So he made a decision.
"Jessy, I’m going away for two weeks," he said.
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