CH 217

Earl of London (2)

1st degree assassination target.

Their existence was a weakness of the Kingdom unity.

If the Drake family of the Umberto Kingdom is the core of the military that supports the country, the Earl of Rondon of the Redford Kingdom could be said to be the last hope.

The moment he gives up and puts everything down.

Redford's debt, which had been blocking it somehow, would quickly plunge the kingdom into ruin.

cliff edge.

Count Rondon's voice was desperate.

He visited a person who had no one-on-one relationship, and he had no hesitation in bowing his head, even though he was a tycoon called the great wealthy.

'Golden Bank's debt is just the beginning. If they start to put pressure on Redford in earnest, the people who will take on the debt to Redford will have to move as well. The collapse of the country makes debt meaningless. Before the pillars of the country are torn off, I will heat up to get something.'

Kingdom.

A single pillar called Rondon supported that huge piece of land.

Looking at the pillars swaying in the strong wind, Roman Dmitry once again spoke to the bewildered opponent.

"As Count Rondon said, we will accept collateral as a minimum safeguard. But I, Count Rondon, know that this deal is not in Dmitry's favor. So do your best. Just as Cairo defeated the remnants of Kronos and regained his composure, so too must Redford endure."

10 million gold.

It's not just good intentions.

For the balance of the continent, I bought Redford's time.

It was Roman Dmitry's judgment that the more they endured, the more time Dmitry would have to prepare.

Moment.

Count Rondon was speechless.

I didn't know what to answer.

I ran all over the place to get help from outside, but I didn't know that I would get a positive response from the Dmitry family.

The beings that have formed friendly relationships in the past.

Even they turned their backs on Redford's crisis with a cold face, but Roman Dmitry understood what he was saying and readily reached out.

Of course, he also knew the truth.

Redford's downfall would be the signal for a war ahead, and Roman Dmitry would not want an all-out war against Kronos.

Even though I knew what was going on inside, there was a feeling of crying inside.

In fact, having been running all over the past few days, Count Rondon thought that Redford might fall like this.

' It's not over yet.'

own father.

He always thought about the safety of the country, and said that if he does not give up until the end, the answer will come.

The real end.

It was from when I lowered my head.

When he couldn't see the reality in front of him because there was no other way, his father planted something solid in Earl Rondon's heart, saying that it was really irreversible at that time.

A child who enjoyed the wealth of his family when he was young.

Having inherited his father's burdens, he looked at Roman Dmitry with a determined expression on his face.

"I will never forget today. We will somehow overcome the crisis in Redford and repay the favor of the Dmitry family for reaching out to us."

last chance.

Count Rondon grabbed hold of the string of opportunity.

* * *

5 days before debt repayment.

Returning to Redford, Earl Rondon quickly arranged work with Golden Bank.

The money was ready.

That was just the beginning.

In order to solve Golden Bank's work and to stand up on its own, it was necessary to solve other problems one after another.

What was important now was self-reliance.

Since they can't stand with external forces forever, they researched various ways to expand the business of the Rondon family and earn money legitimately.

In the process, Dmitry was truly the savior.

Commercial cooperation with them opened the way for a smooth export of Redford's resources.

two days after that.

Roman Dmitry visited Redford.

It was to deliver the promised money, and I wanted to check the reality of Redford with my own eyes.

"Roman Dmitry. Welcome to!

Roman's visit.

Count Rondon laughed softly.

At first, they didn't even have a face-to-face relationship, but now they've become precious guests of Redford and Rondon enough to welcome them out with tabi feet.

The door of the mansion was wide open.

We prepared a party for Roman Dmitry, and as we entered, the subtle classical music and seafood caught our attention.

"I prepared a party for Roman Dmitry. I hope you can enjoy this place comfortably with your friends."

Thank you.

nodded.

Roman Dmitry, sipping champagne, looked around.

'Redford found a clue to solving its own problems. The Kronos Empire could no longer tolerate the existence of Count Rondon. They will certainly try to eradicate a first-degree assassination target. The timing is not clear, but it is clear that there will be one move before negotiations with Golden Bank.'

this visit.

There was no simple reason.

If it was to deliver money, you could give it to us on the first day we met or send a consignment, but I purposely visited Redford.

Until the day of the negotiation.

The idea was to keep Count Rondon safe.

If he is assassinated before the negotiations, from then on, Redford will collapse in an irreversible situation.

Kris.

Yes.

"Know the structure of the Rondon family mansion. Should the situation we feared arise, the safety of the Earl of Rondon comes first."

Okay.

Chris takes a step back.

He disappeared out of the party with his troops this time, and Roman Dmitry savored the scent of champagne.

It was the eve of the storm.

The people of Redford were showing a friendly image of a bright future ahead, but it was clear that the Kronos Empire was preparing something under their chin.

Redford.

and rondon.

They were worthy of use.

If they overcome this crisis and get back on track, they will become a strong support for the Kingdom's unity.

Count Rondon's expression and his eyes.

It was worth helping out.

The reason for moving a long way was to secure a sure ally in the future chaos.

By the way.

on the other side of the party.

The servants who carried the food, their expressions gradually became colder at the sound of people's laughter.

* * *

That evening.

The man who had found a shabby pub put down his beer mug nervously.

bang!

"You bastards like dogs. It's a difficult country like this, but having a party with a lot of expensive food and laughing."

Servant, it was Jacqueline.

this party.

It was quite excessive.

Count Rondon prepared the best party to express his gratitude, and the food and alcohol in the party hall boasted a really great price.

Jacqueline was a staff member brought in from outside for the party.

Not knowing much about Dmitry and Rondon's inner workings, he was completely upset when he grabbed his hungry stomach and looked at the happy faces of people.

"Jacqueline, what's going on?"

He was the owner of the pub.

Like Jacqueline, he often lamented his condition, and looked at Jacqueline with curious eyes.

"What happened? This time, I went to work at the London family's party, and ordinary commoners had a party with food laid out for many years and laughing hahahaha. Does this make sense? Every time the Redford royal family says the country is difficult, they impose taxes and persecute us, but the nobles are enjoying a luxurious life that we cannot even imagine!"

I drank beer.

Even after pouring in cold beer, the hot inside did not subside.

"And what? A celebration of reconciliation with the Dmitry family? Fuck you! As the Earl of London devoured the capital's businesses, so many people lost their jobs. But what is that guy doing for the country? We are living so hard because of a greedy person who only reveals money, but seeing him eat and laugh with Roman Dmitry makes us upset."

"The nobles do. When did those guys think about the people's well-being?

"Still, there is a degree. When the country is in trouble, it is right to take care of ourselves, not outsiders."

in the face of the owner.

expressed more anger.

When Jacqueline raised her voice, a crowd of people gathered, and they responded the same way as Jacqueline did.

"There is no such thing as Maekukno. Count Rondon is committing a bureaucracy by collecting the country's wealth and distributing it to guys like Dmitry. How long do we have to hold our hungry boat? If he stays like this, he will surely die of starvation, not of the Kronos Empire."

increasingly.

the water level has risen

The remarks crossed the line, and Jacqueline's eyes filled with murderous intent.

then.

The owner of the pub sent a signal to the staff to lock the door and said in a secret voice.

"Jacqueline. As you said, if this continues, we will surely die of starvation. Right now, your wife also gave birth to a third child, and she said she couldn't eat it, so she couldn't breast milk. In this case, let's turn this situation around. If we rob the Earl of Rondon's mansion, steal his fortune, and leave Redford, we can survive hunger.

" that, what is that."

Jacqueline was perplexed.

Although angry, attacking the nobles was another matter.

By the way.

Other people's reactions were different.

As the crowd responded that both of you would agree, Jacqueline became assimilated at some point.

"Yeah, fuck it. We can't be like this forever. Let's bring together people who will agree with us. And then we go to the Earl of London and find our rightful place."

It was a small complaint at first.

It was engulfed in strong flames and finally exploded.

* * *

Hwareuk.

gurgling.

A fire broke out.

Torches lit the night road, and a group of people strode towards the Count Rondon's mansion.

Crackle, crackle.

Their weapons clashed and made a noise.

It was not a plausible weapon, but an agricultural tool like a sickle used in most farming.

yet.

A huge mansion appeared.

The guards guarding the main gate raised their weapons in a moment of bewilderment.

"Stop!"

"If you come any closer, I will attack you!"

There were only two outside guards.

The number of commoners was overwhelmingly large.

Hundreds of people gathered when Jacqueline raised her voice, visually overwhelming the guards.

The guards swallowed dry saliva and pointed their weapons. The swaying eyes hoped that they would not attack please.

OK.

Jacqueline took the lead and said:

"Call Count Rondon right now!"

"He is not the one who can tell you to come out recklessly!"

thoughtlessly? Stop talking dog shit! Count Rondon is a peasant who sells the country. The people of Redford, hungry and hungry, with no bread to feed their wives who have to express their milk, invited outsiders to a sumptuous party. If you had given us the money you spent on the party, we would have had warm nights for over a month instead of a day or two. So call Count Rondon right now. I'll have to see it for myself and tell you what's right.

Murder was over.

original plan.

It was to kill and loot the guards.

But the conscience of ordinary people did not allow such a thing.

Jacqueline chose to summon the Earl of London to speak with him, and he needed a voice with power to create such a situation as a commoner.

So I called people.

At first, the people who were bewildered at the idea of going to visit the noble family expressed their anger when they heard about the past.

Redford.

It is a country infested with the poor.

In this place full of beggars even if they only went out on the streets, the patience to stand by the lives of wealthy nobles was no longer allowed.

immediate situation.

Jacqueline clenched her teeth.

If things go wrong.

Even the slightest bit of conscience would be destroyed, and a sickle would be pierced into the guards' necks.

That was then.

squeaky.

The door opened.

Count Rondon?

The moment when everyone's attention is focused.

Contrary to what people expected, Roman Dmitry appeared with the door open.