Chapter 81
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Chapter 81
That man is
Among those who rushed over upon hearing the servants screams was one of Romandros men. Wasnt he the one who killed Collin in the Merellof trade delegation on the way to the Sherion mountains?
Lord Ian. That man is the one who caused trouble in the Sherion mountains.
That man did? Are you sure?
I saw it with my own eyes. I even saw him kill Collin.
Ian looked back at Countess Merellof again. She was momentarily startled by Ians golden eyes, but soon she was fussing with a sharp voice. Yet, her hand did not leave Clarks shoulder.
I told you, I hate everything about Merellof!
So you interfered with the trade delegation?
Youre thankful for that, but what is this?
You were the one who rushed first. Hes alive, so stop making a fuss.
At those words, the countess confirmed Clarks faint breath. Gradually, her own breathing also steadied.
How did you know that Collin was our planted man?
There was a mass disappearance from an illegal gambling house. It coincided with the news of your attack. A man who worked there disappeared and then reappeared, naturally raising suspicions.
What about the count?
How would I know? That old fool of a count. He didnt issue a single order regarding the investigation of the incident. He probably doesnt even know that Collin worked there.
As expected, it was a more absurd situation than Ian had anticipated. Count Merellof had completely ignored Ians ambush. Despite being an incident caused by his own citizens, he showed no concern.
Are you lovers?
Its not like that.
Really?
Given their interaction, nobody would believe otherwise. Romandro was just looking around curiously. Ian nodded, indicating he had made his decision.
Move this man to an empty room.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via noovelllbbin
Yes, Lord Ian.
Following Ians order, the soldiers lifted and supported Clark. Countess Merellof looked alarmed but couldnt argue. If her servant returned unconscious from an outing, it would certainly raise suspicions in the mansion.
I cant say I knocked him out, can I?
I didnt say anything.
Good. Countess, lets then discuss and align our stories in detail.
Ian smiled and extended his hand to her. The countess watched Clark being taken away, then grasped Ians hand and stood up. Ian slowly untied the bindings on her wrist.
You want freedom, and I want the tribute. But as long as the counts brother stands in the way, theres no guarantee Ill be compensated later.
If Countess Merellofs actions were to be exposed in any way, it would only complicate matters for Ian. He could be accused of neglecting or even abetting the counts murder.
She understood what Ian was implying.
Youre talking about the Grula trade, right?
Countess Merellofs words were met with an affirmative smile from Ian. He had noticed her quick wit and sharp mind, perhaps honed by a life of hardship. She was, in fact, remarkably intelligent.
Yes. Id like to maximize the profits from the Grula trade as soon as possible.
Ill act as a decoy then.
Its more than being a decoy. I need you to persuade the count. Frankly, Merellof has no real solutions at the moment, right? The way to Hawan Kingdom is blocked, and so is Sheyron. Its the perfect situation for a famine.
By the way, was the Hawan Kingdom robbery also your doing? If so, I must say it was a bit excessive.
No, that wasnt our doing.
Then it must be a divine blessing. I envy you.
The countess played with her bruised wrist and opened her eyes wide. Then she instructed the servant standing behind her.
Bring me two dry cloths. Make sure theyre clean.
Uh Oh.
As Ian signaled with a flick of his eyebrow, the servant quickly bowed and retreated. It seemed she planned to collect the drug powder again.
Ian laughed as he re-entered the mansion, only to hear loud thumping upstairs. At this hour, there was only one person who would cause such a commotion.
Open up! What are you trying to do!
Bang! Crash!
The cries of a man named Clark seeped through the door. The situation seemed on the verge of getting out of hand, causing the servants to back away anxiously. Ultimately, it was the Cheonrye tribe warriors who stepped forward.
Should we knock him out again?
Its really loud in the middle of the night, seriously.
Leave it. Ill talk to him.
Ian gestured for them to stop and approached the door. He tried to inform Clark of the situation during a brief moment of silence.
Your names Clark, right?
Lord Ian?
Thud!
But Clarks frantic cries came first. Desperately grasping the doorknob, he almost wept, begging. The last image he remembered of the Countess was her being tied up, so his reaction was understandable.
Lord Ian, please, please save her. Everything Countess Lien did was for us. If it werent for her, over a dozen of us would have been killed by the Count by now
Each time the Count was about to beat a servant to death, the Countess willingly took their place. It was a well-known fact in the mansion. Despite her usually unsociable nature, everyone was grateful to her.
So, the Countess did that.
Yes, yes I swear to God. So please, Im begging you, just open the door to let me see that shes safe
The Countess just left the mansion to return home.
Is that true?
Yes. Since your life is now a bargaining chip in our mutual interests, just wait quietly. Any commotion you cause will only burden the Countess.
Only the sound of sniffling came from inside. Ian didnt expect an answer and simply instructed the servants to keep a close watch on the door.
* * *
The atmosphere at the Merellof Mansion was unusual. The Countess, who rarely went out, had not returned even after sunset.
The Count didnt mention the Countess, but his silent and deadly aura was palpable.
Ah, there!
In the distance, a faint light emerged from the darkness. The silhouette of a carriage pulled by two horses became visible. The servants quickly ran out to greet the Countess, who appeared somewhat weary.
Why are you so late?
Wheres Clark?
Have you had your dinner?
Madam, the, the master
The servants, clearly on edge, tried to speak, but the sudden appearance of the master forced them to remain silent.
Lien.
Im sorry. Im late, arent I?
I really dont understand whats going on here.
Theres a lot I need to discuss with you.
Tell me now! Explain everything.
The Counts bellowing voice made the servants shrink in fear. However, the Countess, unaffected, smiled and shook her pocket as if to show something.
I traded Clark for some Grula. Sir Ian was stubborn about the price, so it took some time.
The Count, who had been furious up to his head, paused for a moment.
The Countesss visit was a precursor to the Grula trade, not the main deal itself. Yet, she managed to acquire Grula so quickly.
My dear?
The Countess beamed with a bright smile. She was well aware of what the first step in being an effective intermediary, as mentioned by Ian, entailed.
Shall we taste some of this? I have a lot to tell you, and it might be good to discuss over a taste of Grula.
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Chapter 81
That man is
Among those who rushed over upon hearing the servants screams was one of Romandros men. Wasnt he the one who killed Collin in the Merellof trade delegation on the way to the Sherion mountains?
Lord Ian. That man is the one who caused trouble in the Sherion mountains.
That man did? Are you sure?
I saw it with my own eyes. I even saw him kill Collin.
Ian looked back at Countess Merellof again. She was momentarily startled by Ians golden eyes, but soon she was fussing with a sharp voice. Yet, her hand did not leave Clarks shoulder.
I told you, I hate everything about Merellof!
So you interfered with the trade delegation?
Youre thankful for that, but what is this?
You were the one who rushed first. Hes alive, so stop making a fuss.
At those words, the countess confirmed Clarks faint breath. Gradually, her own breathing also steadied.
How did you know that Collin was our planted man?
There was a mass disappearance from an illegal gambling house. It coincided with the news of your attack. A man who worked there disappeared and then reappeared, naturally raising suspicions.
What about the count?
How would I know? That old fool of a count. He didnt issue a single order regarding the investigation of the incident. He probably doesnt even know that Collin worked there.
As expected, it was a more absurd situation than Ian had anticipated. Count Merellof had completely ignored Ians ambush. Despite being an incident caused by his own citizens, he showed no concern.
Are you lovers?
Its not like that.
Really?
Given their interaction, nobody would believe otherwise. Romandro was just looking around curiously. Ian nodded, indicating he had made his decision.
Move this man to an empty room.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via noovelllbbin
Yes, Lord Ian.
Following Ians order, the soldiers lifted and supported Clark. Countess Merellof looked alarmed but couldnt argue. If her servant returned unconscious from an outing, it would certainly raise suspicions in the mansion.
I cant say I knocked him out, can I?
I didnt say anything.
Good. Countess, lets then discuss and align our stories in detail.
Ian smiled and extended his hand to her. The countess watched Clark being taken away, then grasped Ians hand and stood up. Ian slowly untied the bindings on her wrist.
You want freedom, and I want the tribute. But as long as the counts brother stands in the way, theres no guarantee Ill be compensated later.
If Countess Merellofs actions were to be exposed in any way, it would only complicate matters for Ian. He could be accused of neglecting or even abetting the counts murder.
She understood what Ian was implying.
Youre talking about the Grula trade, right?
Countess Merellofs words were met with an affirmative smile from Ian. He had noticed her quick wit and sharp mind, perhaps honed by a life of hardship. She was, in fact, remarkably intelligent.
Yes. Id like to maximize the profits from the Grula trade as soon as possible.
Ill act as a decoy then.
Its more than being a decoy. I need you to persuade the count. Frankly, Merellof has no real solutions at the moment, right? The way to Hawan Kingdom is blocked, and so is Sheyron. Its the perfect situation for a famine.
By the way, was the Hawan Kingdom robbery also your doing? If so, I must say it was a bit excessive.
No, that wasnt our doing.
Then it must be a divine blessing. I envy you.
The countess played with her bruised wrist and opened her eyes wide. Then she instructed the servant standing behind her.
Bring me two dry cloths. Make sure theyre clean.
Uh Oh.
As Ian signaled with a flick of his eyebrow, the servant quickly bowed and retreated. It seemed she planned to collect the drug powder again.
Ian laughed as he re-entered the mansion, only to hear loud thumping upstairs. At this hour, there was only one person who would cause such a commotion.
Open up! What are you trying to do!
Bang! Crash!
The cries of a man named Clark seeped through the door. The situation seemed on the verge of getting out of hand, causing the servants to back away anxiously. Ultimately, it was the Cheonrye tribe warriors who stepped forward.
Should we knock him out again?
Its really loud in the middle of the night, seriously.
Leave it. Ill talk to him.
Ian gestured for them to stop and approached the door. He tried to inform Clark of the situation during a brief moment of silence.
Your names Clark, right?
Lord Ian?
Thud!
But Clarks frantic cries came first. Desperately grasping the doorknob, he almost wept, begging. The last image he remembered of the Countess was her being tied up, so his reaction was understandable.
Lord Ian, please, please save her. Everything Countess Lien did was for us. If it werent for her, over a dozen of us would have been killed by the Count by now
Each time the Count was about to beat a servant to death, the Countess willingly took their place. It was a well-known fact in the mansion. Despite her usually unsociable nature, everyone was grateful to her.
So, the Countess did that.
Yes, yes I swear to God. So please, Im begging you, just open the door to let me see that shes safe
The Countess just left the mansion to return home.
Is that true?
Yes. Since your life is now a bargaining chip in our mutual interests, just wait quietly. Any commotion you cause will only burden the Countess.
Only the sound of sniffling came from inside. Ian didnt expect an answer and simply instructed the servants to keep a close watch on the door.
* * *
The atmosphere at the Merellof Mansion was unusual. The Countess, who rarely went out, had not returned even after sunset.
The Count didnt mention the Countess, but his silent and deadly aura was palpable.
Ah, there!
In the distance, a faint light emerged from the darkness. The silhouette of a carriage pulled by two horses became visible. The servants quickly ran out to greet the Countess, who appeared somewhat weary.
Why are you so late?
Wheres Clark?
Have you had your dinner?
Madam, the, the master
The servants, clearly on edge, tried to speak, but the sudden appearance of the master forced them to remain silent.
Lien.
Im sorry. Im late, arent I?
I really dont understand whats going on here.
Theres a lot I need to discuss with you.
Tell me now! Explain everything.
The Counts bellowing voice made the servants shrink in fear. However, the Countess, unaffected, smiled and shook her pocket as if to show something.
I traded Clark for some Grula. Sir Ian was stubborn about the price, so it took some time.
The Count, who had been furious up to his head, paused for a moment.
The Countesss visit was a precursor to the Grula trade, not the main deal itself. Yet, she managed to acquire Grula so quickly.
My dear?
The Countess beamed with a bright smile. She was well aware of what the first step in being an effective intermediary, as mentioned by Ian, entailed.
Shall we taste some of this? I have a lot to tell you, and it might be good to discuss over a taste of Grula.
Chapter 81That man isAmong those who rushed over upon hearing the servants screams was one of Romandros men. Wasnt he the one who killed Collin in the Merellof trade delegation on the way to the Sherion mountains?Lord Ian. That man is the one who caused trouble in the Sherion mountains.That man did? Are you sure?I saw it with my own eyes. I even saw him kill Collin.Ian looked back at Countess Merellof again. She was momentarily startled by Ians golden eyes, but soon she was fussing with a sharp voice. Yet, her hand did not leave Clarks shoulder.I told you, I hate everything about Merellof!So you interfered with the trade delegation?Youre thankful for that, but what is this?You were the one who rushed first. Hes alive, so stop making a fuss.At those words, the countess confirmed Clarks faint breath. Gradually, her own breathing also steadied.How did you know that Collin was our planted man?There was a mass disappearance from an illegal gambling house. It coincided with the news of your attack. A man who worked there disappeared and then reappeared, naturally raising suspicions.What about the count?How would I know? That old fool of a count. He didnt issue a single order regarding the investigation of the incident. He probably doesnt even know that Collin worked there.As expected, it was a more absurd situation than Ian had anticipated. Count Merellof had completely ignored Ians ambush. Despite being an incident caused by his own citizens, he showed no concern.Are you lovers?Its not like that.Really?Given their interaction, nobody would believe otherwise. Romandro was just looking around curiously. Ian nodded, indicating he had made his decision.Move this man to an empty room.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via noovelllbbinYes, Lord Ian.Following Ians order, the soldiers lifted and supported Clark. Countess Merellof looked alarmed but couldnt argue. If her servant returned unconscious from an outing, it would certainly raise suspicions in the mansion.I cant say I knocked him out, can I?I didnt say anything.Good. Countess, lets then discuss and align our stories in detail.Ian smiled and extended his hand to her. The countess watched Clark being taken away, then grasped Ians hand and stood up. Ian slowly untied the bindings on her wrist.You want freedom, and I want the tribute. But as long as the counts brother stands in the way, theres no guarantee Ill be compensated later.If Countess Merellofs actions were to be exposed in any way, it would only complicate matters for Ian. He could be accused of neglecting or even abetting the counts murder.She understood what Ian was implying.Youre talking about the Grula trade, right?Countess Merellofs words were met with an affirmative smile from Ian. He had noticed her quick wit and sharp mind, perhaps honed by a life of hardship. She was, in fact, remarkably intelligent.Yes. Id like to maximize the profits from the Grula trade as soon as possible.Ill act as a decoy then.Its more than being a decoy. I need you to persuade the count. Frankly, Merellof has no real solutions at the moment, right? The way to Hawan Kingdom is blocked, and so is Sheyron. Its the perfect situation for a famine.By the way, was the Hawan Kingdom robbery also your doing? If so, I must say it was a bit excessive.No, that wasnt our doing.Then it must be a divine blessing. I envy you.The countess played with her bruised wrist and opened her eyes wide. Then she instructed the servant standing behind her.Bring me two dry cloths. Make sure theyre clean.Uh Oh.As Ian signaled with a flick of his eyebrow, the servant quickly bowed and retreated. It seemed she planned to collect the drug powder again.Ian laughed as he re-entered the mansion, only to hear loud thumping upstairs. At this hour, there was only one person who would cause such a commotion.Open up! What are you trying to do!Bang! Crash!The cries of a man named Clark seeped through the door. The situation seemed on the verge of getting out of hand, causing the servants to back away anxiously. Ultimately, it was the Cheonrye tribe warriors who stepped forward.Should we knock him out again?Its really loud in the middle of the night, seriously.Leave it. Ill talk to him.Ian gestured for them to stop and approached the door. He tried to inform Clark of the situation during a brief moment of silence.Your names Clark, right?Lord Ian?Thud!But Clarks frantic cries came first. Desperately grasping the doorknob, he almost wept, begging. The last image he remembered of the Countess was her being tied up, so his reaction was understandable.Lord Ian, please, please save her. Everything Countess Lien did was for us. If it werent for her, over a dozen of us would have been killed by the Count by nowEach time the Count was about to beat a servant to death, the Countess willingly took their place. It was a well-known fact in the mansion. Despite her usually unsociable nature, everyone was grateful to her.So, the Countess did that.Yes, yes I swear to God. So please, Im begging you, just open the door to let me see that shes safeThe Countess just left the mansion to return home.Is that true?Yes. Since your life is now a bargaining chip in our mutual interests, just wait quietly. Any commotion you cause will only burden the Countess.Only the sound of sniffling came from inside. Ian didnt expect an answer and simply instructed the servants to keep a close watch on the door.* * *The atmosphere at the Merellof Mansion was unusual. The Countess, who rarely went out, had not returned even after sunset.The Count didnt mention the Countess, but his silent and deadly aura was palpable.Ah, there!In the distance, a faint light emerged from the darkness. The silhouette of a carriage pulled by two horses became visible. The servants quickly ran out to greet the Countess, who appeared somewhat weary.Why are you so late?Wheres Clark?Have you had your dinner?Madam, the, the masterThe servants, clearly on edge, tried to speak, but the sudden appearance of the master forced them to remain silent.Lien.Im sorry. Im late, arent I?I really dont understand whats going on here.Theres a lot I need to discuss with you.Tell me now! Explain everything.The Counts bellowing voice made the servants shrink in fear. However, the Countess, unaffected, smiled and shook her pocket as if to show something.I traded Clark for some Grula. Sir Ian was stubborn about the price, so it took some time.The Count, who had been furious up to his head, paused for a moment.The Countesss visit was a precursor to the Grula trade, not the main deal itself. Yet, she managed to acquire Grula so quickly.My dear?The Countess beamed with a bright smile. She was well aware of what the first step in being an effective intermediary, as mentioned by Ian, entailed.Shall we taste some of this? I have a lot to tell you, and it might be good to discuss over a taste of Grula.
