I Became A Black Merchant In Another World Chapter 254

A few tis, no, perhaps dozens of tis, I had thought about this.

If there were ever an opportunity to eliminate that bastard Albert, who constantly caused trouble for our family and tried to trip up my younger sibling, I would gladly swing my sword without hesitation.

In novels, dramas, and movies, characters often make such resolutions, but when it cos ti to kill, they hesitate. That’s a common trope, but...

“It’s thrilling and feels good, doesn’t it? Just thinking that I can finally rid the world of that bastard, I feel like all my worries have disappeared.”

It’s as satisfying and joyful as when I made a fortune trading tulips.

So might say, “How could you kill your family? Isn’t that too heartless?” But...

Even if it’s family, there’s a line that must not be crossed.

Anyone who runs off with several thousand or several million gold, or those who force others to be responsible for their debts or crazy business sches, are no longer part of my family from that mont on.

They’ve beco enemies who must be dealt with, no matter what it takes.

Sebastian, who was standing beside , sighed as he listened to my words.

“Once you’ve made up your mind, you never hold back, Baron.”

“You can’t change people, Sebastian.”

There’s an old saying that goes, "You don’t raise a beast with black hair."

It ans you shouldn’t even brush against human garbage who can’t live up to their responsibilities.

There are occasionally people who try to “fix” such trash, and I respect their good intentions, but...

What are those parents of the black-haired beasts planning to do with the failure they’ve raised? Realistically, it’s impossible.

Whether the one I’m trying to “fix” is my younger sibling, my older brother, or even my wife, it’s the sa.

Once soone crosses a line, there’s a 99% chance that no matter what effort you make, you won’t change their nature, so it’s better to sever ties.

“The cri of touching the people who have sworn loyalty to our Rothschild family is death, and not just any death, but a painful one.”

So people say this.

They say revenge is futile and that forgiveness and tolerance should be shown.

The Bible says, “Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us,” and it tells us to leave vengeance to God.

But the only person who can follow that is our priest at the Rothschild estate.

If soone like tries to live a good life, I’ll end up with unpayable debts in places I don’t even know, and people will try to scam .

“People’s nature is to prey on those who look weak.”

“Albert is inside the dici mansion, right?”

“Yes, Baron.”

I touched the sword at my waist once and entered the mansion.

“Now, I think it’s ti to have a little fun with Albert.”

And so, I entered the mansion with the heavily ard servants of our family to guard .

Even though I’m the second son of the forr Baron of dici, carrying a sword into the Baron’s mansion would make a target.

After all, there’s always the chance I could draw my sword and slit Albert’s throat.

But perhaps because my father had already given a hint...

The servants and attendants who saw imdiately greeted and either stepped back or inford others of my arrival.

“Baron Rothschild has arrived. It’s ti to clock out.”

In an instant, the mansion, which was normally filled with many servants, attendants, and maids, beca empty.

Albert, just how disliked must you be?

How could your servants and attendants prioritize obeying my father’s orders, even after he retired years ago, over your own?

What a pathetic excuse for a person.

“Normally, when even the Emperor brings his guard in, the servants and vassals would at least put up so resistance, just as a matter of form.”

If the Emperor is bringing in the guard, it’s practically a declaration that he intends to kill the person.

But flowers must remain beautiful until the end, and nobles must maintain their dignity until the mont of their death.

The servants and attendants show their honorable loyalty by protecting their master even when the Emperor’s guard arrives, and the noble throws himself into the fray for the sake of his vassals and family, even knowing death is inevitable.

Yet, in my case, everyone is just running away?

“Where’s Baron dici?”

“He’s in his office, Baron.”

In dramas, when sothing like this happens, they’re usually in a mistress’s bedroom.

But, of course, dia is dia, and reality is sothing different.

Even though it’s already been 24 years since I reincarnated into this world, it still makes think like this.

“Let’s go.”

With each step I took, my legs felt lighter, as if I were more at ease, knowing I was about to settle an old grudge.

I was declaring my independence as the second son of the dici family.

As soon as I opened the door to the office, there he was, Albert, sitting there.

“Albert, you bastard traitor. After sending pirates to kill the people of another lord’s domain, did you sleep well with your legs stretched out? Or were you trembling, thinking I might co to take my revenge?”

Albert jumped to his feet and pointed at .

“You uncultured brat! How dare you, the younger brother, who has beco a Baron, and now a son-in-law of a duke’s family, disrespect your older brother? And to enter a noble’s mansion with rcenaries heavily ard! Is this the lesson you need to learn? Is it only after our family is ruined that you’ll co to your senses?”

He tried to yell at , probably thinking he looked like a tiger doing so.

But to , he looked like nothing more than a kitten hissing.

I’d rather have Chloe or Kris wearing cat-ear headbands and wing cutely. That would be scarier.

It’s true what they say—that in the end, most people beco ugly.

Albert, too, had beco so ugly I could barely look at him.

“Try if you can.”

If I had to asure Albert’s fighting ability, he’s no stronger than a mosquito that can’t spread malaria or carry any other deadly diseases.

Nobles have the power to command vassals, attendants, citizens, and peasants to fight, and that power equals military strength.

But he has already been abandoned by even the servants of his mansion.

“I’ll give you ten minutes. Try ringing the bell and calling any of your attendants. Maybe if soone brings a gun and shoots , you’ll have a chance to take over the Rothschild Barony. Go ahead, try it if you can.”

There are two main ways to make soone suffer.

One is to ntally pressure them or constantly remind them of their dire situation.

The other is to inflict physical pain through torture, which is what everyone is familiar with.

Good people should master both of these thods if they want to take just revenge on soone who’s raised a blade against them.

“Bring a glass of wine. No, give one to that soon-to-be-dead bastard.”

Albert ground his teeth.

“Fabio! You bastard!”

He then repeatedly rang the bell, shouting loudly to summon his servants.

“What are you doing? A gang of thugs has entered the Baron’s office trying to kill him! Kill them! Kill them!”

It is said that the cries of a defeated man make for good entertainnt.

I guess that’s true.

A year ago, Chloe showed a strange dance from the Sultanate while wearing clothes that revealed her whole body, and I drank the finest wine while watching it.

The taste of wine that day can’t even compare to how good it is now.

At least Albert’s dying has led to one good thing.

“The crisp, fresh taste and rich aroma are wonderful. This wine must be from Burgundy?”

“It’s the finest from Burgundy.”

“I’ll have a bottle sent to each of you after today’s work. That’s separate from your pay.”

When sothing good happens, it’s proper to share it—this is the Korean way.

Back in the 70s and early 80s, if soone in a poor family passed the judicial exam, they’d throw a neighborhood party and spend their entire fortune.

I should spread such good culture around.

Maybe when I find the New World, I’ll have so chili powder and make kimchi.

“Where is anyone? Anyone at all?! Get that degenerate bastard and kill him!”

For the next ten minutes, Albert desperately searched for soone to save him...

But shockingly, no one paid him any attention.

So people even ignored him as if he didn’t exist.

Albert’s expression changed mont by mont.

At first, he was fighting to survive, but now he was in utter despair, fully aware of his situation.

“Albert, what’s wrong? Still trying to shout? Co on, beg for your life. Maybe Deus will answer your prayer.”

I can guarantee one thing.

Deus will never answer that bastard’s prayer.

“If not, at least have one last drink before you die.”