The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha! Chapter 285 - 31: Adolf’s Secret

After the two finished their discussion, Patia drafted a further contract for them. Adolf glanced over it briefly before signing his na. Once signed, a bank draft worth two hundred thousand Gold Coins was taken out, and Adolf specifically added, "If it’s not enough, let know, and I’ll add more."

"No," Jones said hastily, holding the draft firmly. "It won’t exceed the budget. I won’t let it go over."

"It’s best if it doesn’t exceed, but even if it does, it’s not a problem," Adolf replied with a smile. "For , this is just an experint. Experints always co with risks, and I’m prepared to take those risks."

Saying this, Adolf turned to look at Adelle. "Young Master Adelle, I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave."

"You’re leaving so soon?" Jones asked.

"Yes, I have other things to handle. Besides, isn’t our business here concluded?"

"If you’re busy, go ahead," Adelle nodded and said. "I’ll take Jones to look around the Chamber of Comrce."

"Alright, I wish you both a pleasant ti." With that, Adolf stood up, bowed to Adelle, then to Jones, and turned to leave.

After Adolf left, Adelle spoke softly, "Let take a look at the bank draft."

Jones hesitated for a mont but handed over the draft.

Taking the draft, Adelle examined it carefully.

"What’s wrong? Is there an issue with the draft?"

"No, there’s no issue. I just wanted to see which bank issued it. It’s not from our Sambo family’s bank." Saying this, Adelle returned the draft to him. "Co, let take you around the Chamber of Comrce and introduce you to so people. Otherwise, this refinery project of yours—though not enormous—isn’t trivial either and could still face so troubles."

"Alright, thank you," Jones replied softly.

...

anwhile, Adolf had already exited the Chamber of Comrce. A carriage awaited him at the entrance.

Climbing into the carriage, Adolf said softly, "Let’s go."

"Hyah!" The goblin coachman cracked the reins, and the carriage began to move slowly along the street.

At that mont, standing at the entrance of the Chamber of Comrce, Adelle’s butler was watching the carriage from a distance.

"Whose carriage is that? Does he have property in Hilde?"

Nearby, one of Adelle’s Blood Clan guards answered softly, "No, the carriage is rented. He’s been staying at an inn."

"Staying at an inn all this ti?"

"Yes."

"Any other findings?"

"None directly, but this person indeed raises a lot of questions."

"What do you an?" The butler turned to face him.

The guard continued, "He almost never leaves his room, staying in the inn all day. Whenever he does venture out, it seems to either involve Young Master Adelle or Young Master Jones. In the past week, he hasn’t stepped outside at all. The curtains in his room remain drawn, and there’s so device within blocking magical detection—preventing us from seeing what goes on inside. Moreover... he specifically instructed the inn not to enter his room without his permission."

"Oh, is that so? A whole week indoors... so how does the inn deliver his food?"

"They don’t. It’s as if he doesn’t need to eat. In fact, if he hadn’t erged after a week, the innkeeper would have assud he’d left on a long journey. On top of that, he paid his rent for an entire year in one go."

The butler extended a finger and curled it in a beckoning gesture.

The guard leaned in closer to listen.

In a low voice, the butler said, "Find so people unconnected to us and have them barge in the mont he returns to his room."

"Barge in?" The guard was taken aback.

"Yes," the butler nodded. "See what he’s doing in there."

"But... he’s a friend of Young Master Adelle. Wouldn’t such an action be too discourteous?"

"Extrely discourteous," the butler replied with a faint smile, his tone layered with aning. "That’s exactly why we can’t use our own n. As for others, well, they’re beyond our control."

The guard blinked several tis in realization before nodding. "Understood. I’ll find so people with no ties to the Sambo family—nor myself."

"Go," the butler said with a slight wave of his hand.

"Yes," the guard replied as he glanced around then quietly slipped away, his cloak billowing behind him.

...

"Here, take a look at this. This is a place crucial to the business of our Sambo family." Adelle pushed open a large door.

It revealed a massive room. Inside were rows upon rows of desks, with piles of paperwork on nearly every table. Beside each desk sat a mber of the Blood Clan, and at a glance, there were no fewer than a hundred.

Upon seeing Adelle, the people in the room seed montarily stunned before hurriedly standing up one by one.

"Welco, Young Master Adelle," they all said in unison, bowing towards him.

Jones couldn’t help but widen his eyes in astonishnt.

"These are the consultants of the Sambo family—more precisely, the advisory council of the Sambo family," Adelle explained, turning to Jones who was following behind him. "Patia also works here."

"Yes, my workstation is here," Patia said, pointing to one of the empty desks.

"In business, the most important thing is information. Deciding where to channel money, goods, and services—all of it requires information. To secure the best services, sell at the highest price, and buy at the lowest price—it all depends on information. Maximizing profits and minimizing costs—still information." Adelle turned slightly to face the advisors and remarked, "For instance, I want to sell gold ore."