84 Essence of Investment (4)

Clayo, who spread to the bed with only a tie untied, nodded.

The evil of an ambitious young unemployed man was quite a stretch for him.

'But I did manage it. Whoo-hoo!

"Then is it my turn to tell me the inside story?"

"It's natural to tell you, and I'd like to ask for your help….”

"I'm not going to open my mouth because it's blurry. I have to write a memorandum of confidentiality, and I have to write another magic spell, right?”

"I'll use the law school this time."

"Someone who didn't even go near the business memorizes the difficult school meal."

"Because I'm a student."

"You're only a student like this! That's a good excuse."

Before Ether cooled down at the signing magic, Dionne pushed the chair over. He was about to forget about his appearance and come to the bed where Clayo lay and grab his collar.

"Tiplom mine"? Is that Dubris?"

"In two months, the Mining Bureau will announce its mining projections."

"The mineral that has only been discovered so far is the T-flume! The vein must be of great value.”

"Yes, but according to the information I've obtained, the mine will be attributed to the state, as the vein extends only to the 'King's Forest,' or royal lands, the northernmost part of the Pintos."

"We must have nothing to eat."

Dionne was a good boy.

And I can't tell you now, but according to the plaintiffs, T-flume is treated as a strategic resource, and the processing and smelting industries are also nationalized during the war.

This means that if you invest in the industrial sector, you will barely get your money back.

"That's right, but real estate is different. The traffic and logistics to DuBless will explode, and the station is in the middle of the government building, so there's no room for expansion."

"Then…we'll have to build a new terminus!"

Clayo nodded.

"…and you know where the station is going to be."

"Exactly in the area of O'Reillys."

"Oil's. It's located in the northeast, but the compartments are complicated and the royal property is in the middle, so it's hard to draw out the historical area."

"It is expected that there will be a station on the very site. The crown prince will take over the royal estate as train stations and yard sites to win public sentiment and the support of the business community."

"Sure!"

"When the station construction plan is announced, land prices in the area will soar. I'd like to have Lady instead of me who can't move directly. How about that?"

I've identified the relevant parts of 'promise' several times as 'memory'.

Within a few years, the Lundane East Station was the final destination of the train from the Dubris mine, becoming the center of industry and logistics.

In front of the station, the 300-meter-long Melchior Boulevard will be built, and at the end, the De Negeuest Hotel will be built, facing history.

In the original manuscript, the Minister of Commerce, who knew the prince's will in advance, buys land around the station under a borrowed name, and rents it for a generous amount from Catarina, who wants to build a hotel.

This situation is detailed in the manuscript because our just main character party digs into the very background of the politician.

"I would rather be a source of funds for politicians who will be assassinated for committing all kinds of irregularities... It's better if I write it.’

It wasn't just that. By the second half of the manuscript, the land price of Lundane, the safest land in Albion, has soared beyond the present.

'This is the last train.’

Dionne, who had been lip-splitting for a few minutes, answered yes as expected.

"It was a sound that I should have made a secret pledge. Where on earth do you get all that information? Is there any evidence?”

"There's a solid basis. I'll let you know."

"Yes, I'll trust you. Write an official contract right away when you go back to the capital. Not only this purchase agency, but also the future land management delegation. That's what you want from me, right?”

"I'm glad you're one step ahead of me. When I go back to the capital, I'll mark the land to buy on the intellectual map. Let's wrap it up now."

"Oh, it's already past three."

"Sleep."

Maybe it's because I'm relaxed. It was Clayo, whose eyes were already misty.

Dionne, who was leaving the door after turning off the gas light, suddenly put a question in her mouth.

"By the way, Ray, how did you know that the T-flume vein was in Dubris when the results weren't even out yet?"

Clayo, who had just fallen asleep, picked up any excuse and hid it.

"…let's think about where you've been holding me down by releasing the Knights."

"Did you go to the Pintos Mountains to do a geological survey?”

"I don't know if that's what it is....”

"I made a big mistake because I didn't know what you meant. I apologize now."

The answer did not come back. Instead, only the breaths that I picked rang softly.

Clayo's profile, given the dim light of the drawing room, was still young. Like a completely different person from when you open your eyes.

***

I returned to the capital immediately after the party. I handed over the champagne that Chell gave to Behemoth, who was cussing about whether there was a present.

After Clayo, who has weak stamina, spent another day in sleep, Dionne woke him up after fully prepared.

The two sat head to head in Clayo's bedroom.

With the future in mind, Clay argued that the highest rating penalty should be placed on the contract.

The amount of money to and from this deal is 5 million dinar, but the amount to and from the future work may be 50 million dinar.

"You're very strict, Master. Do you have to do this with real estate transactions and commissions?"

"Money has no parents or children. Besides, we can't afford to let go of the real estate deal."

"Oh, you know how to say all the meaningful things."

"I believe in Lady Dionne as a long-term partner… I hope that's not my belief.”

"Yeah, good. Let's write the highest penalty contract. Not only my life, but yours too.”

The two officially wrote the 'Ether imprinting contract.'

The contract, which overlapped the magic formula of [confirmation] and [implementation], was also a horse tool.

When a contract is invoked, the magic formula is imprinted on the heart of both parties. Both of them stop their hearts if they do not fulfill their commitments.

If a new contract is made, it will be discussed and added, and the contract was kept in Clayo's safe.

"Then I'll report on the status. There are 12 people in the area you marked on the map yesterday. There are 21 tenants. They're the ones who left with nowhere to go, even though they've almost all been evacuated since the O'Reillys fire two years ago. If you buy the entire site by the time you want it, it'll cost you extra money or a lot of money to evict it."

"How much do you estimate it will cost?"

"It depends on 10 percent of the land price. Do you still want to proceed?”

"I'll leave the entire 5.5 million dinar to you, so you can handle the compensation at your discretion. Please pay the tenants ample relocation fee to avoid noise. The most important thing is the deadline."

"Wow, cash without a loan."

"How can I make a loan without collateral? And if you wait for a loan review, things will go wrong."

"I understand what it means to be quick. Fortunately, cash is strong. I'll report as soon as I make progress."

"Thank you, Lady Dionne."

"You have nothing to thank me for, but if you're going to do business in the future....”

Dionne's way of speaking slowly changed from 'partner' to 'teacher'. Clayo, now even used to it, felt an ominous feeling.

"I'm leaving everything up to you, Dionne. I'm not going to step forward. Don't try to make me do anything more."

"You have to learn dancing even if you don't do business. It's a gentleman's basic skill. How could I not have mastered social dance until now! Do you know how embarrassed I was at the ball? It's too late to memorize the steps right now! There's a long way to go!"

"I'm making money so I don't hate doing things I don't like. What kind of dance is it? Accept your student's limitations, Lady."

"What?! Don't make any excuses. Not all banquets can get away like the last one."

"That's enough!"

With Dionne ready to start her dance lessons, Clay quickly left the bedroom.

He had a bad sense of rhythm from the beginning. I didn't have to dance, but it was too much.

Dionne followed faster than I thought. His voice clanging behind Clayo, who runs down the central stairs two steps, has become closer.

In a hurry, Clay lost his footing. The boy's body bounced back with the addition of the running rebound.

It was so sudden that no one asked for help. The defense magic could not be activated because he couldn't say the truth.

Clayo shrank reflexively to prepare for the upcoming impact. However, a new type of lightning bolt snatched Clayo before it fell to the ground.

"Are you all right?"

It was Isiel Kishion, a red-haired girl who opened her eyes wide in surprise.

"Isiel, how can you be here?.”

Isiel easily picked up Clay with a slender arm. It seemed that the technology of strengthening the use of ether by injecting it into the body has advanced.

It was only a few weeks, and his appearance seemed mature, too. The long red hair touched my cheek. The tip of my nose tickled.

Eisiel, who was anxiously watching Clayo in his arms, soon returned to his expressionless face and relaxed his arm.

"I think you'really.”

Fluffy-

"Ahhhhh."

Leaving Clayo moaning behind, Isiel took a step back. Then, Dionne, who came down the stairs, made a fuss and looked around Clayo's body.

"Are you hurt? I didn't expect this to happen! I'm sorry, Master! I'll have to call a doctor!"

The cat woke up when a man made a fuss. The behemoth sleeping under the stairs stood up and jumped out to criticize the humans for disturbing the nap.

"Wow, woo, woo, woo, woo? Why do you wake up the naps? You ignorant people--)”

The front of the main staircase of the mansion was crowded with a sulky girl, a fussy girl, a embarrassed, embarrassing boy, and a cat who woke up.

"Clayo! You've been having so much fun that you can't think of me at all?”

There was a voice adding more congestion to the mess.

It was Arthur.

Am I glad that the first guest was the "prince" after the resumption of the mansion, Mrs. Canton offered the best teacups and the most skillful refreshments.

The prince, overshadowed by his wife's hard work, was laughing so hard that he didn't even touch the refreshments.

Standing behind Arthur, Isiel kept his mouth shut as if he would not join such a low-level conversation.

"Hahahahaha, did you run away and fall because you didn't want to learn how to dance? This is the funniest story I've heard this summer. I can't do this. You pretended to be smart, but you didn't have the basics!”

"That's true. Why don't you persuade the master?"

"You don't listen to her, and you don't listen to me."

The two met for the first time, but they made jokes without any hesitation.

Clayo, hanging on the sofa, vexed off Arthur and Dionne's friendly chat.

"Stop laughing. Why the hell did you come all the way here?"

After a few weeks, Arthur, like Isiel, had a sharper and more penetrating facial line.

'As the manuscript says... I think it's time for him to train in Kishion. You must have rolled very hard.’

Arthur, who knew Clayo was looking at him openly, just twirling around, took an envelope with colorful gold foil in his arms.

On the outside of the envelope, it was written 'Cleio Asher' in nice cursive script.

"Here, take it. It's an invitation to the Royal Highness."

"Why me?"

"Students who stand out at the Royal Capital Defense Corps are invited to the ceremony. I heard it for the first time yesterday."

I quickly reviewed the manuscript, but the event called "Ban Shin Yeon" was not mentioned in particular.

Then there was no reason to go.

Besides, Philip, the king, was seriously ill today and tomorrow, wasn't he? You can't even get out of bed. What's your birthday party?'

Without touching the invitation on the table, Clayo shook his head.

"I'm not going. Tell him I'm not coming."

"I knew it would come out like that.”

"Why did you come when you knew?"

"Whether you want it or not, you'll end up at the birthplace.”

Arthur's words were a definite statement. 'Promise' was white with a strange glow.

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