Chapter 95: Pushing the Boundaries

Chapter 95: Pushing the Boundaries

TL: Etude

At 9 A.M., the next morning, Emerson once again visited the Lords Mansion. This time, he did not make Paul wait for him intentionally.

Heh, Lord Grayman really has set quite a stage, Emerson remarked with a laugh upon seeing the increased number of people in the room.

Of course, this did not intimidate him. Emerson confidently took his seat where he had sat the day before, not waiting for Paul to speak before settling himself down. Lord Grayman, a nights time should have given you enough time to think, right?

Ill endure it, Paul silently urged himself, maintaining a smile and nodding. Sir Emerson, I have made my decision.

For the sake of the friendship between the Kent and Grayman families, I agree to your demands regarding the sharing of profits. However, regarding the joint governance of Baylding, I absolutely cannot agree. It would be a betrayal to my late Uncle Ganard, and the true lord of Baylding is Malron Ganard.

I will not agree to your demands about Baylding from yesterday.

Malron, standing nearby, shook his head as he addressed Emerson.

Oh Emerson appeared somewhat disappointed, shaking his head.

Lord Kent will be very disappointed.

He stared motionlessly at Paul, and a standoff ensued between them.

Finally, after a long internal struggle, Paul conceded to his bottom line: If the Kent family can relinquish their demands on Baylding, we can offer a larger share in the profits.

He then waited silently for a response.

Emerson continuously stroked his chin, seemingly pondering Pauls recent offer.

In reality, he had already made up his mind, but he relished this feeling of judgment, watching the other party anxiously await his response. He felt a sudden rush, as if his word alone could decide their fate.

The whole room is silently awaiting my verdict, thought Emerson.New novel chapters are published on

What verdict should he pass on them?

Ah, Grayman, Grayman, if only you had come to greet me immediately upon my arrival the day before yesterday, I would have spared you now.

Unfortunately, you made the mistake of disrespecting me then, and must be punished.

After intentionally waiting a bit longer, Emerson put on a serious face and finally spoke: Paul Grayman.

Since you failed to make a decision satisfactory to the Kent family in time, I, on behalf of the Earl, demand the following.

First, the profits shared with Earl Kent and Duke Ferdinand should be increased to one-third each.

Second, hand over the technology of papermaking and porcelain manufacturing to the Kent family.

Third, immediately cede half of Bayldings territory to the Kent family.

Fourth,

Paul paused, his eyes fixed on Emersons detestable face, and said word by word:

Getout!

Emersons smile froze.

What? I must be hearing things. This minor lord, without a single knight, dares to tell me to leave? Ha, absurd!

He asked in confusion, What did you say, Count Grayman?

Paul replied irritably, I said get out. Are your ears clogged with dung, or is your brain too waterlogged to understand?

Emerson finally understood. This minor lord, without a knight to his name, had truly told him, a noble from the capital and an envoy of the Kent family, to leave.

Absurd! Utterly absurd!

Emerson stood there, bewildered.

Leave!

Bryce suddenly roared at him.

Leave!

Leave!

The others in the reception room began to angrily echo the same words.

Emerson felt a wave of fear, trying to suppress it, pointing at Paul and the others.

You, you, and you, just wait, all of you.

Seeing his arrogance, Bryce unsheathed his sword and pointed it at him, yelling again, Leave!

The intimidating blade shone on Emersons face, causing him to shiver, but he quickly regained his haughty expression.

Hmph!

He huffed, adjusted his clothes in front of Bryces sword, and turned to leave.

After returning to the inn, Emerson did not stay, riding out of Lakeheart Town with his servants.

Just wait! Wait until the Kent familys knights crush you ignorant fools!

He cursed inwardly.

But first, he had to think about how to face his Uncle Kent. If not for his overstepping with those four new demands, Paul Grayman was almost ready to agree to the previous conditions