NOVEL NEXT Chapter 160: Hahaha, Who Would've Thought I'd, Brant, Finally Have My Day_2
Raul glanced at Blando's calm expression and turned around reluctantly.
Relationships among the nobility are tangled and complex.
Although the title of that baron may not be high, who knows what relations he has with high-ranking nobility.
Even though he wanted to show off a bit in front of Count Henry, there was no need to put himself at risk.
Better to clarify the specifics before making any plans...
Upon returning to the Rhino Commerce Association, Raul immediately reported the relevant information and closely monitored the movements of the White Crow Commerce Association.
Thousands of armors, which may be insignificant in the eyes of those great nobles, represent an absolutely lucrative business deal for the commerce associations on Seventh Street.
And the ability to maintain long-term control over this trade route would tempt most nobles.
Once the report was submitted, information came swiftly... The sole heir of the Henry Clan would come for detailed discussions.
Raul patted his big belly, his bead-like eyes showing a bit of delight.
With the count's son involved, the weight of the White Crow Commerce Association could be tested instantly!
After several hours, into the night, a luxurious carriage adorned with a blue wave banner and drawn by three pure black unicorns slowly stopped at the main entrance of the Rhino Commerce Association.
The driver respectfully opened the door, and a handsome man in his thirties, wearing a splendid robe, stepped down from the carriage.
Waiting anxiously, Raul quickly jogged forward, his tone filled with joy and flattery.
"Good evening, Master Ray... I didn't expect you to personally come for such a small matter."
The other party's gaze sharpened, his tone carrying a hint of inquiry.
"Is the information you reported true? Does the White Crow Commerce Association truly control a channel for obtaining stable equipment?"
"It's most likely true... but my status is low, and I couldn't gather much information. With your presence, perhaps you can extract true intelligence from them."
"Lead me to the White Crow Commerce Association if the news proves accurate... This trade route is very important to us."
With renewed vigor, Raul immediately led the man forward.
"The White Crow Commerce Association is just over there, less than a hundred meters away..."
The heir of the Henry Clan nodded and followed, and the group quickly made their way towards the entrance of the White Crow Commerce Association.
This confrontational attitude started to draw surprised looks from passersby, causing them to hastily move away, creating a large open area around them.
As they reached the entrance and were about to knock, Raul suddenly saw a young man slowly approaching, riding a majestic giant deer.
Majestic and solemn.
Every move carried a compelling aura.
The surrounding crowd quickly spread even wider.
Soon after, that authoritative young man stopped in front of them.
Dismounting gracefully, he cast a glance.
Instantly, they all felt a terrifying pressure emanate.
It was as if the king of the Empire was looking down on the most humble of servants.
With just one look, he turned and entered the White Crow Commerce Association.
The staff at the entrance immediately greeted him excitedly.
"Good evening, Lord..."
With a slight nod, he disappeared from sight.
At that moment, everyone outside was frozen in place.
The heir of the Henry Clan opened his mouth, attempting to call out, but lacked the courage. He finally took a deep breath.
Without hesitation, he turned to leave.
"Immediately abandon any notions about the White Crow Commerce Association, and forgive the debt as a form of apology."
Such a person was beyond his ability to provoke.
At the moment the young man looked at him, the coldness in his eyes almost drove him to his knees.
His father was only Level 14... and that creature's mount was Level 15, a quantum leap ahead.
This is supposed to be the Pioneer Lord?
The origins of this person are unknown...
Upon turning to leave, the Rhino Commerce Association president finally came to his senses.
In a trembling voice, he spoke.
"My lord, this..."
The heir looked at him coldly.
"A person of this stature could crush you with one hand!"
"In the future, pay attention and don't provoke people you can't afford to upset, lest you drag me down with you!"
With a cold snort, he strode away.
Raul was momentarily stunned, then quickly followed.
Unable to describe his feelings, he realized the White Crow Commerce Association just latched onto a powerful ally!!
In his eyes, even a count was already an impressive figure, but now... the heir to such a family was speechless in the presence of that young man, quickly retreating from just a single glance.
What kind of intimidation is this?!
This silent scene, witnessed by others, soon spread across most of the Seventh District's commerce associations, leaving everyone astonished.
The White Crow Commerce Association is about to rise...
Lear didn't expect that during his short absence, such an ensemble of stories would unfold.
Upon entering the White Crow Commerce Association, he happily surveyed the surroundings.
The White Crow Commerce Association is a relatively small estate, with a spacious reception hall at the front and a side door where goods are transported.
The interior decor is simple, revealing a certain charm in its poverty; there's nothing of value in sight.
The back features a quadrangle connected to the side door, with low weeds growing in the middle.
It looks rather desolate.
Lear understood after a glance why Blando would willingly yield the White Crow Commerce Association.
This place truly had little to offer...
"My Lord, you've returned."
Notified, Blando quickly emerged from a building in the backyard, looking rather disheveled.
Upon seeing Lear, he hurriedly spoke up.
"I've already prepared your room, though it's gathered some dust over the past few days..."
Lear was amused by this.
Such trivial matters and you personally tend to them?