When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 540

Chapter 540: Chapter 421: The City of Void Chapter 540: Chapter 421: The City of Void Geront knew Aiwass was busy, so after they finished talking, he politely took his leave and departed.

Objectively speaking, Geront’s presence helped Aiwass solve many troubles.

Grey Green obviously knew sothing about Geront’s background, and the trouble and cunning Aiwass showed when negotiating with Mr.

Gold Coin relieved her from the need to probe Aiwass further.

In this way, it simultaneously saved ti and energy for both parties.

Unlike the large orders from Geront that involved national core policy, Miss Grey Green’s demands were quite straightforward.

She simply hoped that Aiwass would take on the role of the new chairperson of the Lohar Society, thereby stabilizing those Avalon rchants whose minds were starting to wander.

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——The Lohar Society, as a rchants’ consortium, had mbers who were all rchants, and rchants are not known for their loyalty.

Once they confird that the Lohar Society was being targeted by the upper echelons, those rchants would not hesitate to abandon it.

But that doesn’t an they wouldn’t gather together again.

They would simply rally around another group and form a new rchants’ consortium…

maybe with a new na, like the “Skyscraper Society” or the “Crown Prince Society.”

Perhaps it would be aboveboard, but more likely it would be done in secret.

But fundantally, the nature of these organizations is the sa.

And different factions will inevitably try to vie for a say, leading to instability and changes in the environnt——fairly speaking, rchants with resources definitely prefer as much stability as possible.

At this ti, if Aiwass, as the Minister of the Departnt of Care of Magical Creatures, could beco the Chairperson of the Lohar Society, it would undoubtedly send a very friendly signal to these rchants: the Round Table Hall perhaps did not wish for the Lohar Society to dissolve, but rely wanted to get their hands in the pie.

The logic of rchants is always the sa.

They’re not afraid of bargaining or asking for too much; they’re afraid you don’t even want to talk.

Aiwass had joined the Lohar Society so ti ago, the Moriarty Family had been in comrce for generations, and his foster father, Jas Moriarty, was a senior mber of the Lohar Society.

He was undoubtedly the best choice.

For Aiwass, this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Instead of letting those rats gather in unseen corners to cause trouble, it was better to keep them under his watchful eye.

And with Grey Green acting as his agent, Aiwass could finally exert his influence over the gangs of the Lohar District.

To those gang mbers living in the mud, the decrees issued by the lofty Round Table Hall were basically useless.

If he didn’t want to resort to the “kill them all” approach of The Execution King Tudor III, he would have to control them through channels recognized by the gang mbers themselves.

Besides, they served another significant purpose for Aiwass.

If possible, Aiwass even wanted to help Grey Green expand her influence.

Ideally, he wanted to integrate all the underground gangs in the country into a single entity.

——When Geront sent his “construction crew” to Avalon to build the railroad, these gang mbers would co in handy.

Locals know their own business, and the local rules apply.

Building a railroad is ultimately good for all of Avalon, allowing the Troll construction crew to work for free brings no harm, but this may not be without hostility and obstruction from the local populace.

After all, Trolls are too ugly, and Avalon too conservative.

So inhabitants of remote towns also do not understand the significance of railroads, and the construction process will inevitably pass through many living areas—many lands and houses will need to be appraised and redeed by Avalon…

Geront definitely won’t cover these expenses.

If soone realizes the necessity of the railroad for Avalon, there will inevitably be so with ill intentions who inflate the price, extort additional benefits, or even band the whole town together to repeatedly increase the price, or take money from the Star Antimony or the Irisflower People to destroy the railroad.

And these are things that Avalon really isn’t well suited to handle directly through official ans.

Previously, such violent acts were handled by the Supervisory Bureau.

But because of this, many people were very fearful of the Inspector General, and had a lot of hostility towards the Supervisory Bureau.

Whether interfering, protecting, or surveilling, these gang mbers were much more useful than the Supervisory Bureau’s staff.

The spread of information was also much faster than through official channels; many things that Aiwass and Isabel found inconvenient to handle could be entrusted to Miss Grey Green.

And if she had a way to legitimize these people, it would be like giving the local gang mbers a chance to start anew.

In Avalon, which was about to have many legal job positions, this was a very attractive promise.

Grey Green was smart.

Without needing Aiwass to explain repeatedly, she quickly understood what she needed to do and what she could gain from it.

When two smart people eliminate the nuisance of mutual probing, efficiency becos very high.

By the ti Aiwass and Grey Green finished their conversation, it was still far from noon.

Afterward, Aiwass returned to the Hall of Silver and Tin to rest for a while, and took the opportunity to bathe and don a new set of clothes.

Although his wounds had healed, his collar still had bloodstains.

If Isabel saw it, she might worry, so it was better not to tell her about it.

After changing, Aiwass went directly to Isabel’s bedroom to wait for her return.

They arrived almost one after another, and while Aiwass’s hair still bore traces of dampness, Ligeia ushered Isabel in hurriedly.

“Long ti no see, Your Majesty the Queen.

Have so hot red tea first,”

Aiwass said softly, lifting his head.

It was not yet lunchti, and he was thodically enjoying his warm red tea.

Seeing Isabel enter, still in her formal dress, he poured two more cups for Isabel and Ligeia as well.

The tea was infused with a bit of ginger, a good amount of sugar, and bergamot essential oil personally blessed by Aiwass.

It was less a cup of tea than a potion, drinking it alone was enough to restore so vigor.

Lily took the glass teapot, which was running low on tea, from Aiwass’s hands to refill it.

Isabel, on the other hand, did not drink tea.

After removing her crown, she sowhat unceremoniously sat directly across from Aiwass and slumped over the table, looking utterly exhausted.

She crossed her arms and laid her head upon them, much like soone who wanted to rest for a bit during a break in class.

“How is the taste, Ligeia?”

Aiwass watched Ligeia, who was standing almost as tall as he was sitting, down the tea in one gulp and teased her casually, “Would you like so milk with that?”

Ligeia quipped back, “If possible, I’d actually like to add so beer.”

“Why not give it a try?

It might turn out to be quite delicious.”

Aiwass encouraged Ligeia, “Add so oranges and ginger, boil it with beer, or even red wine could work; or just throw so mint and ice cubes into the beer and black tea mix, I think it might taste pretty good.”

“You’re right,” Ligeia seed genuinely tempted, “I’ll give it a go in a bit—will you drink it if I make it?”

“I wouldn’t mind.”

Aiwass laughed, “You prepare the drinks, and we’ll have Her Majesty join us.

Your Highness seems quite fatigued; it’s the perfect ti to sip a little wine and then enjoy a sweet nap.”

“If Her Majesty is also going to drink, I’ll have to be more conservative with the ingredients…

Lily, co help !”

With a smile, Ligeia said her piece, her head bobbing as she left Isabel’s bedroom, leaving Aiwass and Isabel alone for a private conversation.

Aiwass watched her and Lily hurrying away, then he shook his head slightly.

Sotis, Aiwass wasn’t quite sure if Ligeia’s emotional intelligence was high or low.

As he watched Isabel lying motionless on top of the table, as if asleep, Aiwass reached out and gently touched her head.

Feeling the warmth and smoothness of her hair brushing past his fingertips like smoke, Isabel gave no reaction.

“You’ve worked hard, Isabel.”

Looking at Isabel, who lay still and quiet as if dead on the table, Aiwass gently shook her shoulder, then spoke softly, “Be good, drink your tea first…

And then go change your clothes.”

“…Aiwass.”

Isabel’s muffled voice ca through her arms, “This is the first ti I’ve been allowed to leave Glass Island since I was born.”

“I know,” Aiwass whispered.

“I thought I would be very excited…”

As she spoke, Isabel lifted her head.

She was holding her face, supporting her forehead with both hands.

She wasn’t crying, just looking extrely tired.

Not from lack of sleep or overwork, but from experiencing imnse pressure for the first ti.

Aiwass passed the tea over, and Isabel finally lowered her hands and took it.

She quickly drank the tepid tea in the cup in two swigs, reviving her spirits slightly.

Putting the empty cup back on the tray, Isabel suddenly asked, “Have you been to places beyond Glass Island, Aiwass?”

Aiwass replied calmly, “As you know, I’ve just returned.”

“Yes.

Sherlock has been, g…

Lady Ligeia as well, and the teacher is a traveler who has journeyed around the world…

But none of you ever told that the places beyond Glass Island, are like this…”

Isabel’s words suddenly faltered.

“Desolate?”

Aiwass attempted to find the word for her, “Barbaric?

Backward?

Impoverished?”

“—Blank.”

Isabel kept shaking her head, but then the word unexpectedly escaped her lips.

It was a taphor unique to her.