??Chapter 313: Volu 5 Lord’s Path Chapter 4 Challenge_2
Chapter 313: Volu 5 Lord’s Path Chapter 4 Challenge_2
“Oh? So you’re ready to let this happen?” Eyebrows raised in surprise, Palermo found it hard to grasp what this man had in mind.
“No, no, with Mr. Palermo’s assistance, I’ve changed my mind. Since Duke Zellin is rciless, there’s no need for
to play nice with him.” Kor replied with a smile.
Looking gloomily at the man before him, he had only intended to give him a reminder, but sohow he found himself being dragged into the matter. Frowning slightly, the chubby man asked, “Your baron, what do you plan to do?”
“Those fools think Duke Zellin can provide them with a safe and stable environnt, it’s enough to let them know the people here do not welco them. As for the particulars, I think Mr. Palermo should be able to handle them for . I believe the farrs in the Galle Region wouldn’t like so many competing for resources either, just make them understand this point, and I think they should know what to do.” Casually picking up a cigar from the wooden box and slling it by his nose, Kor continued with a faint smile, “Mr. Palermo, please don’t frown, it makes one age more quickly. Rest assured, I, Kor, haven’t forgotten the aid of my friends, every bit you’ve done for Sault, I always keep it in mind.”
Raising his chubby right hand, the portly man exhaled a thick plu of smoke, clouding the interior of the horse-drawn carriage and obscuring their faces. His deep grey eyes glead with satisfaction as they gently slapped Kor’s approaching hand, his mumbled words swirling in his throat, “I hope Your baron rembers what was said today.”
Calminess returned to the carriage, creating an odd atmosphere. Kor did not suggest leaving, nor did the other man issue an order to leave. Both seed to be waiting for sothing, yet at the sa ti, they found it difficult to express with words. The smoky space added a hazy distance between them, making them feel sowhat more at ease ntally, also allowing them to calmly consider so issues.
Palermo found himself developing a subtle fondness for the lord, whose eyes were filled with lancholy, weariness, and contradiction, reminiscent in so ways of soone behind him. Believing in his own intuition and various pieces of information confird this; the fellow was a mage, a Magic Lord. This combination was unheard of on the Blue Continent. A whole gang of bandits wiped out in the blink of an eye left him unsure how much to believe, but at least one thing was certain, this man’s identity was far from as simple as it appeared. Hmph, a rural lord, perhaps this stature was rely sheepskin covering a fierce tiger.
Political investnt is always a high-risk investnt, greater than any business investnt. However, this was not the primary reason for Palermo’s willingness to help. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what was so captivating about him, but an aristocratic child, not even twenty yet, was showing shrewdness and calmness. After soaking in Versailles, this great lting pot for over half a month, Palermo could not imagine that this man had no other hobbies besides occasionally visiting bars for coffee and drinks. Common aristocratic pursuits such as gambling, won, hunting, and light conversation seed to elude him, which was not only inconsistent with the rumors about his past behavior but also did not fit with the current restlessness of high society in the kingdom. Palermo would not have been surprised if he favored n, but because he showed no special interest, Palermo found him all the more intriguing.
“Mr. Palermo, don’t you think your investnt is a gamble? I think the returns you’re hoping for from
might be hard to satisfy you, at least that’s how I see it. Once Duke Zellin learns the truth, I doubt he’ll easily forgive the actions of a distant relative,” Kor said, returning the cigar to its box, finally lifting his dark eyes to scan the other’s chubby, smooth cheeks.
“Relatives? Haha, if the marriage and blood ties of several generations ago count as relatives, then half of the beggars on Jazair Street could claim to be relatives of His Majesty the King. Your baron, don’t worry about ; Palermo may have a big head, but he’s not stupid. Such matters will never be known by outsiders, and even if Duke Zellin knew, he’d pretend not to, as he needs
as much as I need him,” Palermo’s large head swayed slightly, the few strands of hair on top falling limply with gravity.
“So there must be a reasonable explanation for Mr. Palermo’s willingness to help Kor, right? I can’t believe Mr. Palermo is a philanthropist. Since our deal is already done, and doesn’t seem to be worth taking such a risk for,” Kor said, still with his unflappable deanor.
With a harmless smile on his face, Palermo opened his mouth wide letting smoke billow through his teeth, lounging comfortably against the backrest, “Your baron, I simply don’t want to lose a friend, one who could possibly beco a long-term business partner. Of course, I personally hope it’s not just business.”
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