Night Raven Master

Chapter 175 Iron Blood Returns to Dullard

In Bagh Chamber of Commerce.

Barger, the chairman of the Barger Chamber of Commerce, a fat middle-aged man, is sitting in front of the table, with the processed documents stacked aside.

He sighed and looked at his daughter who was standing in front of the table with her head bowed:

"Forget it this time, that Your Excellency has no intention of holding you accountable, and you have to figure out the situation before you act."

"Sorry, Father"

"Okay, okay, you go back first."

".Yes." Angette opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but finally swallowed her words, turned around and left silently.

"Sigh..." the president Bage sighed. Although this daughter with a strong sense of justice brought him some good reputations, it was more troublesome.

That Butler Gol will let Angitis go. And he left behind the words "the character of the trader also needs to be carefully considered", and the way to deal with it is already on the table——

I need to give up some more benefits on my side.

Yesterday, the Steward Geer came to the chamber of commerce, and after discussing with himself for several hours, he reached a considerable deal.

The scale of this kind of transaction cannot be met once a year. It would be a pity if we just gave up.

How much benefit do you give up?It is absolutely impossible to close a trade with a loss as a result.

Barger folded his hands in front of his chin, and it was impossible for the opponent to consider such a stupid way, so the benefits of giving up... Do you want to approach the final bottom line?
He had already experienced the negotiating ability of that Gore butler yesterday, as if he could read people's hearts, and walked on his bottom line every step of the way.

Even with his extensive business experience, he almost failed.

I managed to get a good result yesterday.
After negotiating with such a person, he can still leave so many benefits, which made him happy for a long time, but today...
He was wondering if the other party deliberately set up this game, in order to force his bottom line, otherwise why would it be such a coincidence?
"Ugh"

On the street, Gore slowed down his pace, keeping a distance of two steps behind Yate, just like a real housekeeper.

"My lord, what do you think of this kind of treatment? That president Bag will give more benefits, and we can also buy the supplies you need at a lower price."

With a smile on his face, he explained aloud:

"If you are not satisfied with this treatment, my lord, I will handle it well."

Yate glanced at the respectful face of the disguised person, and said lightly: "It's not necessary."

"Just get on with your work."

"Yes, my lord."

Gore put his right hand on his chest, bowed respectfully, and watched Art leave.

As Art disappeared from view, he slowly straightened up.

At the beginning, he was still very resistant to the status of this servant.

However, after this month of getting along, Ge Er felt that he could still accept it.

Although he is still dissatisfied with his status as a servant, but for Art, for his master.It felt surprisingly good.

If it was in another capacity, he felt that the two could become good friends or even close friends.

If you think about it from the perspective of a friend, your master is a good friend.

But as the master
Leadership is top-notch. After handing over the matter of trading resources to himself, he only explained the priority of the material, and then completely handed over the matter to himself, without interfering again.

With Gore's experience in seeing people, as well as getting along with him in a normal way, and the information he got from the conversation with the idiot Promina, his master has experience and knowledge that are not inferior to his own in negotiation and business, but it is Under such circumstances, he didn't say much.

In terms of strength, although there are many strange things about this master, there is no doubt that strength can suppress him.

If the strength is not as good as his own, Gore is not willing to stay under the hands of a master who is weaker than himself.

And there is no lazy behavior. Since following Yate, he has not seen any slack in his master's performance. His strength has been improving, and it is improving at an incredible speed.

He didn't know how this was done, it could only be attributed to the extremely high qualifications of the master.

As for the shortcomings, besides being too cautious, there are other.
Too kind, he found that Art always wanted to save his servants and was unwilling to sacrifice.

Either the crow or himself.

From the perspective of a servant, the master is willing to preserve himself as a servant, which is an absolutely correct behavior.

However, if you think about it from the perspective of the master, it would be too kind.

Although belonging to the top, but not the best leader.

However, such a person deserves loyalty.

The corners of Geer's mouth curled up: "The deficiencies, let me make up for it."

He reached out and straightened his tie.

"Are you going to make up for it?" Art paused, "You're really confident."

Shaking his head, he looked up at the castle in front of him.

Similar to most of the aristocratic castles in the Kingdom of Allen, the Earl Durard Castle in front of us also inherited this unique style.

The huge castle with a height of more than 20 meters is not a single building, but a combination of multiple spiers, with a wonderful sense of ascension.

This is Count Durard's castle, and his wizard's tower.

Compared with the Viscount Baron's outer shell, which is more of a form than a function, this castle is covered with a huge magic circle of various defenses and attacks.

This is not an empty shell, but a real wizard tower.

Before Art came to the castle, there were servants waiting at the door:

"The Earl is waiting for you in the restaurant on the third floor."

The other party stretched out his right hand and pointed at the gate of the castle. Following his movement, the two gorgeous and heavy gates slowly separated to the two sides, revealing a hall with gorgeous decorations.

The guard who opened the gate stood by the gate after finishing his movements, his body straightened, and he looked straight ahead, like a nutcracker.

"Ah."

Arthur nodded, followed the servant calmly, and walked into the castle. He was already familiar with the various etiquettes of the nobles, and he also understood what to do.

On the walls of the hall on the first floor, there are various oil paintings all over the place. The most conspicuous ones are the oil paintings of portraits hanging on the opposite wall after entering the castle gate.

It was a portrait of the nobles of the Dullard family.

It is as fine as a photo, and the artist also used a unique rendering method. Just the photo, you can see the difference in the style of each of them.

The people in each portrait seem to be alive, and when they cast their gazes, there is an illusion of being watched.

The picture frames that frame these paintings are made of a transparent material similar to glass, and are enchanted with powerful attack and defense spells.

"That's Baron Durard, Viscount, and Earl of all ages." A voice sounded.

click, click, click
Art raised his head and glanced over the ceiling.

From the stairs on the left, a person slowly walked down. He thought it was a black-haired middle-aged man. He was wearing the most traditional wizard robes, not the kind of wizard costumes with aristocratic and gorgeous styles. His face was rosy and he was walking The movements are calm and without delay. If Yate didn't know his age, he would never think that the man in front of him is an old man over 150 years old.

"Iron blood honors Dullard."

Art looked at the earl, bowed his head slightly and said.

Hearing these words, Earl Durard showed a smile on his face:
"Although I don't like the pedantry of nobles, I like this sentence very much, Sir Silver Crow."

"Sir Silver Crow?"

Yate was slightly stunned, what is this called?
"What other people call you." Earl Durard raised his hands slightly, "Traveling wizards will gradually acquire their own titles during their travels. You should be glad that your title is not so stupid."

This Earl Durard seemed quite easy-going, more like a mild and ordinary middle-aged man, without the feeling of "iron-blooded Durard" at all.

His eyes swept over Art:
"Phantom of the night? It seems that you are mainly based on dark attribute psionic energy."

The Earl Durard was not dissatisfied with the arrival of Art in the form of the phantom of the night. On the contrary, he did not welcome those wizards who exuded psychic powers that would affect his county.

Casually letting other wizards enter their castle is something that many wizards are taboo about.

As a traditional wizard, the cumbersome rules that the nobles had to visit in person most repulsed him.

"You're joking, Lord Earl." Art explained, "It's just the first time I've heard of this name."

When did you have such a title?
"Is this the first time you've heard of it? Is this?" Earl Durard walked down the stairs with a smile and came to his side. "Happy or sad?"

"It's okay." Art shrugged his shoulders, "I think it sounds good, although I don't know mercury spells now."

Hearing Yate's answer, he looked at Yate:

"You are an apprentice of the Earl of Mercury Fast, don't you know Fast's signature spell? If so, the title of Sir Silver Crow really doesn't suit you, but compared with the title I used when I was young, it is very Not bad."

Earl Durard smiled. His original title was "Sir Greyhound" because of his gray hair and the greyhound he carried.

However, few people dare to mention such a mocking title now.

"Are you here to trade with me?" Earl Durad turned and walked towards the stairs. The other party made a lot of transactions with various nobles in Durard County, and he didn't mean to hide it.

"Yes." Art himself didn't mean to hide it. It's normal for Earl Durard to know. It would be really strange if the other party didn't know.

"You young people just like to be eager for quick success." The earl shook his head, but his pace did not change. "For detailed discussions, let's talk while having lunch."

(End of this chapter)