Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party that Traveled to Another World

Viscount Angelo walked cautiously in the corridor of the castle. Although he had been here many times, he still had not adapted to the environment here.

Dark and eerie, all the characteristics are like the underground city where ghosts live in horror stories. Why does the owner here like to live in such a place?

Earl Kent is really an unpredictable person in all aspects.

With his own thoughts, Angelo turned a corner and stopped in an open place.

He tidied his clothes and slowly walked to a tall and gorgeous room door.

Two guards with halberds stood on the left and right of the door. Seeing Angelo approaching, they crossed their weapons and blocked the door of the room.

The guards looked at Angelo coldly up and down, and that look made him feel like a lamb stared at by a hungry wolf.

Remember, he is a nobleman, and the people standing in front of him are just two soldiers, and he is still a guest of their lord.

He regained some of his pride, trying not to appear timid, and spoke loudly in the tone he had trained in the position of chief steward:

"Viscount Angelo, chief steward of the seal of Berding, came at the invitation of the Earl of Kent."

Damn it, he had met the earl several times, but his two personal guards still seemed to not know him.

Angelo was not only angry, in addition to his injured self-esteem, he vaguely sensed a kind of panic hidden in his heart.

The hope he had in the early days of coming to seek refuge had disappeared, and all that was left was the uneasiness of living under someone else's roof.

The two guards still stood still, continuing to stare at Angelo, and the weapons blocking the door were not withdrawn.

Angelo closed his eyes and waited quietly.

One minute, or two minutes, anyway, it felt as long as a century.

Finally, a voice came from behind the heavy wooden door: "Come in."

Angelo breathed a sigh of relief.

Two guards drew their weapons, and one of them gently pushed the door open.

He adjusted his mentality and walked slowly into the room.

A "clang" sound came from behind, and the closing of the door made Angelo shudder involuntarily.

This is the study of Earl Kent. The space is very spacious, but the atmosphere is even more weird than outside the room.

It is bright daytime, but the windows of the room are tightly covered with thick curtains, and not even a trace of sunlight can penetrate.

The lighting of such a large room is only the weak light from a floor candlestick. A person is sitting on a rattan chair next to the candlestick, concentrating on flipping through a thick book.

"Can he see the words on it clearly?"

As soon as Angelo had this thought, the person on the rattan chair spoke, although he didn't look up at him.

"Mr. Viscount, please sit down."

Count Martz Kent pointed to the chair on the other side of the candlestick.

This is a man with pale skin and sinister face, with a sharp nose and dark circles around his deep eye sockets. Although he is only middle-aged, the hair on his head is already half bald.

"Thank you, Lord Kent."

Angelo swallowed his saliva and walked to the rattan chair with his weak legs to sit down, although he didn't know why his legs were weak.

"Then, Viscount Angelo, come and talk to me about Bailding."

Earl Kent said casually, his eyes still on his book.

The other party finally mentioned Bailding, and Angelo wanted to cry but had no tears.

He met this earl several times, but he was sent back lightly after one or two words each time. The only time he stayed with him for a long time was when he was kept for lunch, and the other party didn't say a word during the meal.

This time, he must seize the opportunity.

"Lord Kent, Paul Graman, the Lord of Arda, arbitrarily detained our lord, Earl Myron Garnard."

"And we, in order to maintain the glory of Bayerdin, raised an army to fight against this tyrannical lord, but we were ultimately outmatched."

...

Angelo spent nearly half an hour recounting the "cause and effect" that led to his exile.

"You are so eager to raise an army when your lord is still in the hands of the other party. You are really loyal and brave!"

Earl Kent suddenly said this, not hiding the sarcasm in his words.

Angelo blushed, and then said seriously: "Indeed, we were overwhelmed by the other party's evil deeds and slander at that time. His notice must have been distributed to you. What degree of shamelessness can make up something out of nothing?"

"So, you came to me for...?"

"Lord Earl, please make the decision for us, please help us take back Bayerdin! We... we have nowhere to stay now."

Then the room fell into silence.

Angelo just waited like this, and just when he was getting more and more irritated, Earl Kent asked:

"So, what can I get?"

Naked, without any concealment.

Angelo was furious in his heart. In order to have a strong foreign aid, he had paid so much money to the person in front of him. Now he really needed help, and the other party was asking for a lot.

But he didn't dare to show his anger at all, and still said in a humble tone: "Lord Kent, I can't give you anything now."

Earl Kent shook his head: "I'm not talking about now, but about the future. What can you give me after you get the position of Lord of Bayerdin in the future?"

Angiluo was shocked: "Sir, Myron Garnard is still alive, I... I..."

No mistake, one sentence, one post, one content, one 6, one book, one bar!

"Hehe, there is no need for us to hide it. Except for your young master who is inexperienced, who do you think you can hide the matter of old Garnard from? Since the first step has been made, there is no reason to turn back?"

In just a moment, the other party's words made Angelo sweat.

Earl Kent did not urge him, just quietly waiting for his reply.

"Sir Kent..." Angelo finally said:

"If you can help me get the position of Lord of Bayerdin, I will cede you the land of a town."

The other party did not respond.

Angelo gritted his teeth and continued to raise the price: "Two towns!"

After a period of awkward waiting, he still did not get the response he hoped for.

"One baronship!"

...

After repeated price increases without success, Angelo was finally about to collapse. The other party's appetite was too big.

But he couldn't give up. If he didn't grab this straw, he would really have nothing. Before, he looked for foreign aid everywhere, and only this one person responded. Now it seems that he was really blind at that time.

He had no choice but to say the words that made his heart bleed: "Half of the Bailding territory, this is my last bottom line."

Earl Kent's fingers moved, slowly tapping on the handle of the chair, as if he was thinking about Angelo's words.

Angelo then noticed that the earl's nails were long and sharp, which made people's scalps numb at a glance.

He said with a stiff upper lip: "My Lord, if we cut off more, there will only be one city of Butuya left in Bayerding."

"Okay! It's settled."

The Earl of Kent finally agreed. Angelo breathed a sigh of relief, and then felt extremely distressed.

"You go back first, I'll let you know when I'm ready."

The Earl issued an order to expel him, and Angelo had to obey. He stood up, bowed to him, and slowly left the room.

He knew that he couldn't be too impatient at this time.

From the time he entered the room to the time he left, the Earl's eyes never left the book, and he never looked at him.

After the door was closed, the Earl of Kent finally closed the book and put it on the small square table next to it.

Then, he picked up a water cup on the square table.

This is a porcelain water cup, very exquisite, with a lifelike rose painted on it.

The Earl did not drink the water, but kept playing with the water cup in his hand. It can be seen that he likes this kind of vessel very much.

He looked at the water cup and said to himself, "Now, let's see who offers the higher price."