Kant quickly left the office with his men. The sky was already very dark, and there was chill in the air. This was the chill that came from the wilderness in the west.
The hall of the office was still brightly lit.
The luxurious furniture and clothing were better than the small living room of a top noble.
But no one cared.
Borg slowly propped himself up on the ground.
The two butlers on both sides also slowly climbed up with pale faces.
Even Cheshire looked depressed. They looked at each other, then looked at the 10 guests who were still sitting on the chairs in the hall. They couldn't spit out a word.
Since things had already come to this point, there was nothing much to say.
Kant, the Supreme Lord had returned.
He had officially returned with his mighty power.
All the conspiracies and tricks were like a joke. It was like a glacier had encountered a furnace and was easily melted by the surging heat wave. All of these disappeared into thin air.
They were completely helpless with the 10 grand knights who were currently waiting in the hall with expressionless faces.
But in reality, these grand knights were not all of them.
Look at Baron Kant, he handed over the command of these grand knights to them so easily.
It was obvious that there might be more grand knights hiding behind the scenes, but not all of them were revealed. They would only show their proper deterrence at the most critical moment jut like now.
"Alright." Borg took a deep breath.
He wiped the tears off his face and turned to the two butlers beside him. He said in a low voice, "Cancel the governor of the port's banquet for me. If you need an excuse, just say that I suddenly fell ill." He paused for a moment and then continued, "Send the silver artifact from the Silver Platter Kingdom on the second floor as a gift."
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})"Isn't that your favorite handicraft, Mr. Borg..." the personal butler dissuaded him, "You love it, but why are you giving it away now?"
"It's just a gift."
Borg closed his eyes. "Besides, the development of the Borg Chamber of Commerce needs the support of the port governor."
The old butler who was in charge of the Borg Chamber of Commerce didn't say anything.
He could see it.
This was an investment.
The Borg Chamber of Commerce indeed needed the support of the port governor.
Otherwise, as a new merchant, Borg would not be so eager to marry the daughter of the port governor. Even if he had to spend money to buy land in the Silver Platter Kingdom and become a palace noble in the East County City, he would still marry that not-so-pretty girl.
The political marriage was mutually beneficial, and both sides gained what they lacked in each other.
Now, he was also doing this for self-protection!
Borg had already betrayed Kant once.
As an intelligent person, he knew that he could no longer be accepted into Kant's core of power.
That was why he was more proactive and spent more money to participate in the port governor's noble circle. Although he would not betray Kant again in the short term, he would also not continue to fall into the same situation as he was now.
Even if he left the Borg Chamber of Commerce, there might be a way out.
If there was really no way out, he would be living a life of a poor man that was not much different from death.
Having enjoyed a life of wealth and honor, Borg would never return to the kind of life where he was on the verge of bankruptcy, helpless, and ultimately humiliated, begging others to lead him to venture to the Nahrin Desert in search of an opportunity.
Although he finally obtained such an opportunity, he became Kant's puppet.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})That's right, he was a puppet.
In Borg's opinion, that was the case.
The real power was still firmly controlled by Kant. He was just a spokesperson in front of the screen, a puppet waiting for the final order, a professional manager working for the boss.
The personal butler bowed and left.
Soon, with a few servants who didn't know what was going on, they quickly left the office with the wrapped gifts.
The port governor's banquet was about to begin. They needed to rush over as soon as possible, especially when Borg couldn't be there personally. They needed to explain the situation as soon as possible and show their etiquette.
After all, they were just a merchant family.
It was already an honor to be able to attend the banquet.
The atmosphere in the office's hall was still gloomy.
However, the old butler beside them had already lost some of his arrogance. Instead, he spoke in a deep voice and did not avoid saying, "Mr. Borg."
"Yes." Borg nodded. His voice carried an uncontrollable haggard tone. "What is it?"
"Actually, it doesn't matter," the old butler said. "The merchants of the Dukedom of Leo don't have high statuses. All in all, they are tools to collect wealth for the top-tier nobles. If you think about it carefully, you have a lot of autonomy now. In fact, compared to the leaders of the trade caravan, you are more like a real leader of the trade caravan."
"Yes, that's true." Borg nodded. He did not avoid Cheshire and the 10 Lion Knights beside him. He sat on the chair and said with a bitter smile, "But only by becoming a noble can you get rid of all this."
"Perhaps." the old butler was silent.
"I'm going to rest." Cheshire shook his head.
With a mocking expression on his face, he strode towards the second floor of the firm, he walked to his room. "You guys are taking things for granted. So what if you become a noble? In the true noble circle, it's even crueler than what a businessman like you can understand." He paused, he glanced at Borg, "My family was once a great noble."
Borg was silent. Looking at Cheshire's mocking face, he also laughed mockingly. He shook his head and sighed softly. "I just want to find a way out. I don't have many ideas."
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})"If you're loyal to Lord Kant, you'll only receive gifts."
A Lion Knight reminded him.
"Yes." Borg just answered casually.
He understood very well.
Baron Kant was indeed at the height of his power.
He was stronger than the counties in Dukedom of Leo.
At this moment, many people had already admitted that half of the North County territory was under Baron Kant's ruling. Even Viscount Wayne, who was supposed to be the lord of the North County, could only pinch his nose and confirm this news.
Kant's forces had already completely left the Nahrin Desert and extended to the North County.
This caused countless people to be worried.
There were also reactions.
Looking at the combined army of close to 20,000 people gathered at Viscount Wayne's Logue Castle, they knew that those small noble families and schemers with ulterior motives still had a deep fear of Baron Kant.
Otherwise, they would not have gathered an alliance army of 20,000 people and allowed Viscount Wayne to temporarily control it.
This was enough to be the number of main forces on the battlefield.
Although there were very few elites, most of them were mercenaries who came from outside on the Resniston River.
But even so, they could still launch a battle that was enough to shake a county. Even if they attacked the South County at this time, with the advantage of numbers, they would probably be able to attack Lion Fort in one go.
There might be stronger existences in this alliance.
For example, wandering mages and grand knights.
They were the forces of those top-tier noble families who were unwilling to be left alone.
Their roles were to launch an unexpected attack to Baron Kant's forces. It would be best if they could let these miscellaneous forces join forces and put Baron Kant in a crisis.
Of course, at that time, the alliance would gradually collapse due to the tragic casualties.
At that time, it was time for the top-tier noble families to reap the benefits.
This was an open plot. Viscount Wayne knew all of this, and even the others understood this point.
But there was no other way. In order to ensure the safety of the estate, he had to swallow this bitter fruit. Otherwise, Viscount Wayne alone would not be able to contend against Kant. If he surrendered and lost his status as a top-tier noble, then his family would decline.
If he still relied on the strength of the Dukedom of Leo and fought to a draw, perhaps there was still hope.
This was also Borg's idea.
He had expected it.
Or rather, it was his own guess.
He did not think that Baron Kant would win the final victory.
No matter how many extraordinary powers Kant had, he would still lose to Dukedom of Leo.
This was a powerful country that had been established hundreds of years ago. They believed in the god of war, Edmund, so the military strength of this country had always been quite high. They could even resist the Silver Platter Kingdom, or even fight head-on without falling into a disadvantage.
A mere force, Baron Kant's force, could not compare to the Silver Platter Kingdom.
If Kant were defeated, Borg would need a new way to save himself.
"How sad."
He stood up and walked towards the top of the building. He just casually told the old butler, "I'll leave this place to you. Let our friend rest well. Treat them the same as Cheshire."
"Yes." the old butler bowed. As the butler, he only needed to listen.
The ten remaining Lion Knights did not care.
They all had their own thoughts.
But they also had a mission.
Since they were given order to stay and protect the safety of this place, they had to take responsibility.
However, from the current situation, they understood in their hearts that protection was secondary. The most important thing was to intimidate and guard this place for Lord Kant to prevent too much trouble.
If Borg wanted to sell off the chamber of commerce and leave secretly, they would definitely not sit idly by.
The Sarleon Lion Knight from the Pendor Continent.
They were the elite noble.
They also had some understanding of politics and business.
Although they looked cold, if Borg caused some troubles, they would not need Kant's orders to solve it. Moreover, they could handle it nicely.
They were much better than the Level 4 Sarrandian Horseman.
The night deepened.
But many people had no intention of sleeping.
In the governor's mansion not far away, the lights were bright, and countless noble families gathered inside to hold a grand banquet.
But when the personal butler went in to explain the situation, and a secret agent came in to tell some news. The entire banquet quickly ended, and it was almost discordant. Everyone left, and it was more like they fled.
The entire governor's mansion quickly fell into silence.
This was a night that was destined to not be peaceful.
However, there were still many people who were secretly colluding. They had other thoughts about the future situation.
