Unlike his previous cautiousness, he even seed a bit timid.
At this mont, although Peigi's face was dark, his deanor seed to have changed into another person, with tiny cold glimrs in his pea-sized eyes.
It was not just murderous intent but also sothing deep from within...
Brutality!
Yes, brutality!
Gleisa had witnessed such brutality more than once.
In the cells of Inner Bay, those twisted-minded fellows harbored such a sense of brutality.
What stood out most was one guy biting off the nose of the guard delivering the als, even when people around punched and kicked him, that bastard chewed the nose and swallowed it.
At the ti, eleven-year-old Gleisa was extrely curious.
He mixed it with lettuce and beans and ate it.
It wasn't very tasty.
Dry, fishy.
Far worse than roasted ham.
But after that, he beca infatuated with visiting the cells.
He loved watching those filled with murderous and brutal intent beco panic-stricken upon seeing him.
For this, sotis he didn't mind changing the nu.
Of course, Peigi was different.
Peigi wasn't in the cells.
Peigi was at Rondohart Port in Bert Territory.
So, seeing Peigi return, Gleisa smiled.
"Peigi, have you made up your mind?"
Gleisa asked.
"Yes!
I agree to your request; after taking care of Depro and Diliven, you get half of Rondohart Port.
When do we start?"
Peigi nodded, and the voice was squeezed out through clenched teeth.
He was originally hesitating whether to cooperate with the Little Lion in front of him.
The third son of Count Bert knew very well how ruthless this Little Lion was.
But!
Damn Depro!
'You forced !'
Peigi roared in his heart.
This soundless roar echoed in his ears, and with such a roar, he seed to see himself becoming the sole heir of Bert Territory.
Suddenly, this third son of Count Bert couldn't help but feel a surge of excitent.
Moreover...
The heart also burned with passion.
Therefore, this third son of Count Bert didn't see the teasing look that flashed in Gleisa's eyes.
"If the journey is not delayed, the 'Oriental' will appear at Rondohart Port tomorrow or the day after; I need you to have the tax officer at the dock slightly 'trouble' the 'Oriental'."
The Little Lion said.
"Trouble the 'Oriental'?
This wasn't part of our previous deal!"
Peigi frowned.
If possible, Peigi absolutely didn't want to confront the Southern Lost Spirit dium.
The power this person displayed truly frightened the third son of Count Bert.
"What was then is then.
Now is now!
You wouldn't think my words earlier were just talk?
My current anger is no less than yours."
Gleisa said matter-of-factly and then spread his hands easily, continuing, "I'm not asking you to truly trouble the Spirit dium.
You just need to delay the 'Oriental' for half a day or a day on the grounds of investigating contraband.
Our Spirit dium won't bla a tax officer with a welcoming smile."
Upon hearing Gleisa's explanation, Peigi nodded.
"Alright!"
Peigi didn't hesitate, nor did he refuse.
He knew that once he returned, he had no room for refusal.
Then, a secret contract was signed.
Peigi left.
After checking the contract again, Gleisa placed it in the second last drawer on the left under the desk; similar contracts almost filled the drawer.
The last drawer?
It was already filled ten years ago.
After all this, Gleisa continued waiting patiently.
About half an hour later—
Diliven returned.
The second son of the Bert Family wore a cloak, concealing his figure and appearance, and entered the cabin more cautiously than before.
"It's safer here than outside."
Gleisa smiled imdiately as he watched Diliven enter the cabin without taking off his hood.
"Of course, I know.
Only necessary caution is the key to our success—
Are the terms you previously offered still valid?"
Diliven spoke in a low voice without removing his hood and asked directly.
"Yes!
I already said!
As long as you need, Diliven, the deal remains — kill Depro, you gain the Succession Right of Bert Territory, and I gain trade facilitation.
When you truly seize control of Bert Territory, I get half of Rondohart Port."
The Little Lion replied confidently.
"Alright!
Let's sign the contract!"
Diliven said imdiately.
But the Little Lion smiled and waved his hand.
"Before signing the contract, Diliven, can you agree to one thing?"
"What thing?"
Diliven beca cautious, unconsciously lowering his voice.
"I need the 'Oriental' not to receive any supplies at Rondohart Port, not even a cup of water, a piece of bread!"
The Little Lion said fiercely.
Upon hearing this, Diliven imdiately breathed a sigh of relief.
The second son of Count Bert had worried that Gleisa would request sothing impossible, but it turned out to be just a supply issue.
Although it might cause so irritation for the Southern Lost Spirit dium, done properly, it's nothing to worry about.
Thinking this, the second son of Count Bert nodded imdiately.
"No problem."
Then, another secret contract was signed.
The contract was again placed in the second last drawer on the left under the desk.
Diliven left cautiously, just as he had arrived.
The second son of Count Bert believed that no one would discover him.
In fact, that was true.
The second son of Count Bert's stealth skills were exceptional, and combined with the tools he carried, they truly reached an expert level.
But...
Depro still knew!
With a communication crystal in hand, Gleisa Hamlet said with a mocking tone—
"Your two brothers are desperate for you to die!"
"Ha, they both thought they encountered the opportunity to change their Destiny, but neither ever realized it was an opportunity given by —my collaborator, I'm sure you have arranged everything."
Count Bert's eldest son had an expression of assured victory.
"Of course!
They will fall into conflict with the Spirit dium, and then be killed—I believe even the most rciful person will beco angry facing repeated provocations.
And by then, the people you've arranged among the commoners can act."
Gleisa said with a smile.
"Then let's watch their final performance—according to the agreent, your caravans will be tax-free at Rondohart Port in the future."
After speaking, the Communication Stone was extinguished.
Yet a smile with ambiguous anings appeared on Gleisa's face.
Why did he dock at Rondohart Port and not return to Inner Bay directly?
It was all for this mont, wasn't it?
He had no ti to play gas with Count Bert's three sons!
What tax-free, what half!
He wanted the entire Rondohart Port!
He wanted it all!
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