strokinit Chapter 47 The Frost Heir
Chapter 47 The Frost Heir
Richard was truly surprised that Viscount Brad would be so agreeable, not only readily agreeing but also willing to settle the cost price at the time of requisition. This generosity truly moved him.
He immediately stood up, placed his right hand on his chest, and performed the aristocratic salute again, his tone sincere and without a trace of hypocrisy.
"I am extremely grateful for the Viscount's kindness and generosity. Once the Chiffon Territory produces Silver Star crops, I will definitely select the finest quality to present to Frost."
Goods sold at cost price, at half the market price, are no longer a simple commercial transaction.
If we treat this as just a business transaction, we will be letting down the other party's sincerity. Only by reciprocating the gift with a thoughtful attitude can we maintain this newly established neighborly friendship.
and.
If he doesn't explain clearly, he won't be able to reveal his trump card later.
Brad smiled, picked up his glass, and downed the last sip of Venus wine in one go.
Upon hearing the term "silver star crop," his expression suddenly became serious.
"Baron Richard, there's something I must remind you of."
The viscount put down his wine glass.
Gently tap the table.
His gaze was as sharp as an eagle's.
"If you plan to sell Silver Star crops on a large scale in the future, be sure to do it privately and cooperate with reputable merchants."
"Ten million..."
"We must never let these treasures fall into the hands of the Holy See."
...
Richard felt a chill run down his spine.
He instantly understood the other person's deeper meaning.
The Church of Light has no land, yet it has gradually developed into the behemoth it is today, even possessing the strength to rival the lord class.
To a large extent, it was caused by certain lords with extravagant lifestyles.
Benlang leads millions of acres of farmland, which can produce more than 8,000 silver star crops every year.
That's it.
Earl of the Wolf often lamented that the number of troops was too small and not enough to sustain the army.
In contrast, some small territories are lucky to produce three thousand portions a year, yet they manage to sell half of them.
Most of this food was absorbed by the Holy See through various clandestine sales channels, as only they had the financial resources to consume such a large quantity.
The royal family has condemned this self-destructive behavior, but some lords don't care about such things.
The main theme is "live for the moment, drink and be merry while you can," since everyone does it anyway, so if anyone's going to be punished, they'll be punished too, otherwise they won't stand for it.
From Brad's tone, Richard could clearly sense his disgust for this behavior and his aversion to the Church of Light.
This also reminded Richard that as Chiffon Territory grows stronger in the future, it will inevitably face the intervention of the Holy See.
It's not impossible to stop it; just create a free healthcare system.
The Wolf has an alchemist who has been making various healing potions to counter the influence of the Church of Light, but he spends too much money.
The lord is giving out free benefits, which is like a game-changer. In addition, the Wolf Warriors value building up their army and cultivating a sense of honor, so there are many opportunities and pathways for advancement.
This has made it very difficult for the Church of Light in the Wolf Territory to grow its membership, making its progress extremely challenging.
In some respects, once the upper echelons of power begin to inflate their own power base, the lower classes will benefit.
...
but.
Since Brad can say such things, he must have sold some of them himself.
So Richard asked:
"What does Your Excellency think of that Ferret Trading Company? I just purchased a batch of supplies from them, and they seem quite reliable."
Brad nodded slightly.
"Behind the Ferret Trading Company is the lord of the Snow Deer, who has a good reputation and is indeed a worthy partner."
Speaking of which...
He changed the subject, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips.
"Speaking of which, the northernmost part of the North is too desolate. Apart from the frost, there are only the Snow Deer and Snow Fox families."
"Now that there's a chiffon cake, we'll have a younger face at banquets and dances. Otherwise, we'll always have to watch those two old guys wiggle their dry, withered butts."
These humorous remarks brought the serious atmosphere back to a lighthearted topic, making Richard burst out laughing.
...
Just then.
A soft sound of footsteps came from the stone path in the garden.
Richard looked in the direction of the sound.
A beautiful young woman, dressed in a gorgeous lake-blue silk dress, walked slowly towards them with a graceful figure and a smile on her face.
The skirt was embroidered with delicate ice crystal patterns, which swayed with her steps, like the rippling surface of a lake.
The girl walked up to the two of them, gently lifted the hem of her skirt, crossed her legs and half-squatted, performing a standard ladylike bow.
The sound was clear and crisp, like a silver bell.
Good day, Father.
Brad's face instantly lit up with a loving smile. He stood up from his seat and led the girl to Richard.
Let me introduce myself.
"This is my daughter Lucy, the first in line to the Frostbite throne."
Done.
Turning to the girl.
The tone was gentle.
"Lucy, this is Lord Chiffon, Baron Richard."
Richard's eyes lit up.
Lucy was about eighteen years old, with skin as smooth and warm as jade, and clear, icy blue eyes. Although she looked delicate and young, she exuded a high-level and extraordinary life force.
The two looked at each other and smiled slightly.
They exchanged aristocratic greetings.
"Miss Lucy's talent is truly amazing. At such a young age, she has already reached an advanced and extraordinary level. She will surely break through the shackles and join the ranks of the stars in the future."
This is the heir of the lord class, whose starting point is higher than everyone else's, including his elder brother, who entered the advanced transcendent realm at the age of seventeen.
Lucy's eyes brightened and hardened when she heard Richard's sincere praise.
"Thank you for the compliment, Baron. I am very confident in it."
Brad, standing to the side, shook his head and smiled wryly.
"When I was twenty, I was just as confident as you, but it took me a full twenty-five years to barely reach the Star Radiance Realm."
"Don't underestimate the Star Glory threshold; it's not something that can be easily crossed with just talent."
Lucy didn't care at all, raising her delicate eyebrows at Richard, her confident demeanor overflowing.
"Father."
"That's because you're too weak. I've awakened the power of my ancestors, and Frost City will surely prosper in my hands in the future."
talking.
She slowly raised her hand, and instantly a layer of crystal-clear frost covered her fair and delicate arm, spreading all the way to her fingertips, forming exquisite ice crystal patterns.
Seemingly to show off in front of Richard, the girl raised her hand and pointed at a blooming red rose in the garden.
In an instant.
A bullet the size of a thumb shot out from her fingertip!
A fleeting trail of white mist streaked across the sky, and with a soft "bang," the delicate rose was instantly encased in a thin layer of ice, resembling an exquisite ice sculpture.
next second.
The thin ice suddenly shattered, and rose petals, along with ice crystal fragments, danced and swayed in the air before finally settling slowly to the ground.
Richard was slightly taken aback.
He then smiled and applauded to cheer for the girl.
"Wonderful!"
"Miss Lucy's frost ability is not only incredibly powerful, but also aesthetically pleasing; it's truly an eye-opener!"
He was secretly shocked.
This girl is truly terrifying; not only has she reached the level of a high-level extraordinary being, but she has also activated another power within her blood.
—The power of talent!