Night Crow Master

Bagh Chamber of Commerce.

The president of the Bagh Chamber of Commerce, Bagh, a fat middle-aged man, was sitting at the table with the processed documents stacked on the side.

He sighed and looked at his daughter who was standing in front of the table with her head down:

"Forget it this time, your Excellency doesn't mean to hold you accountable. You must figure out the situation before you act..."

"Sorry, father..."

"Okay, okay, you go back first."

"...Yes." Anjietis opened her mouth, trying to say something, but in the end she swallowed the words and turned away silently.

"Oh..." President Bagh sighed. Although this justice-sense daughter has brought him some good reputation, it is more troublesome.

The Gore Butler will let Anjietis go... and he left the words "The character of the trader needs to be considered", which is already putting the way of handling on the table——

I need to give up some more interest here.

Yesterday, the butler from Gore came to the Chamber of Commerce, and after discussing with him for several hours, he reached a large deal.

The scale of this kind of transaction cannot be met once a year, and it would be a shame to give up like that.

How much benefit do you give up? It is absolutely impossible to complete a transaction with a loss as a result.

Bagh folded his hands in front of his chin, and the other party could not even consider this stupid way, so the benefits that he gave up... would he approach the final bottom line?

The bargaining ability of the Gore butler had already been learned yesterday, as if he could see through people's hearts, and walked on his bottom line every step of the way.

Even with his extensive business experience, he almost failed.

Yesterday, I managed to get a good result...

After negotiating with such a person, there are still so many benefits left, which makes him happy for a long time, but today...

He was wondering if the opponent had set this game deliberately, in order to push his bottom line, otherwise why was it so coincidental?

"Ugh......"

.....

On the street, Gore slowed down, keeping two steps behind Yate, like a real housekeeper.

"My lord, what do you think of this treatment? The President Bagh will make more profits, and we can also purchase the materials you need at a lower price."

With a smile on his face, he explained aloud:

"My lord, if you are not satisfied with this kind of treatment, I will take care of it."

Yate glanced at the respectful face of the disguised person, and said faintly: "No need."

"Just keep going to your work."

"Yes, my lord."

Gore put his right hand on his chest, bowed respectfully, and watched Yate leave.

When Yate disappeared from sight, he slowly straightened his body.

At first, he was very resistant to the identity of this servant.

However, after getting along this month, Gore felt acceptable.

Although still dissatisfied with the status as a servant, but for Yate, for his own master. It feels very good unexpectedly.

If they are in other identities, he feels that the two can become friends or even close friends.

If you think about it from the perspective of a friend, your own host is a good friend.

But as a master...

Leadership is first-class. After handing over the matter of trading resources to oneself, only the priority of the materials is explained, and then the matter is completely handed over to oneself without any further intervention.

Gore’s experience of looking at people, as well as the usual getting along with, and the information obtained from Promi’s idiot’s conversation, his master has not inferior to his own experience and knowledge in negotiations and business, but that’s Under such circumstances, I didn't even say much.

In terms of strength, although this master has many strange things, there is no doubt that strength can suppress himself.

If his strength is not as good as his own, Gore is not willing to stay under a master who is weaker than himself.

And there is no lazy behavior. Since following Yate, he has not seen any slack performance of his master. His strength has been improving, and he has been improving at an incredible speed.

He didn't know how this was done, it could only be attributed to the owner's extremely high qualifications.

As for the disadvantages...In addition to being too cautious, there is also...

Too benevolent, he found that Yate always wanted to protect his servants, not willing to sacrifice.

Whether it's the crow or yourself.

From the perspective of a servant, the master is willing to protect himself as a servant. This is absolutely correct.

However, thinking from the perspective of the owner would be too kind.

Although subordinate to the superior, but not the best leader.

However, such a person is worthy of loyalty.

The corners of Gore's mouth curled up: "We can make up for the shortcomings."

He stretched out his hand and straightened his bow tie.

...

"Are you coming to make up?" Yate paused, "Really confident."

Shaking his head, he raised his head to look at the castle in front of him.

Similar to most aristocratic castles in the Kingdom of Allen, the castle of Earl Durard also inherited this unique style.

The huge castle with a height of more than 20 meters is not a single building, but is formed by multiple minarets together with a wonderful sense of rising.

This is the castle of Count Durard and his wizard tower.

Compared with the function of the Viscount Baron, it is only a shell of form, but this castle is filled with a huge magic array of various defenses and attacks.

This is not an empty shell, but a real wizard tower.

Before Yate came to the castle, there were already servants waiting at the door:

"Master Earl is waiting for you in the restaurant on the third floor."

The other party stretched out his right hand and pointed to the castle gate. With his movements, the two gorgeous and heavy gates slowly separated to the two sides, revealing the hall with gorgeous decoration.

The guard who opened the door stood by the door after completing the action, standing upright, looking straight ahead, like a nutcracker.

"Ok."

Yatong nodded, followed behind the servant indifferently, and walked into the castle. He was already familiar with the various etiquettes of the nobles, and he knew how to do it.

On the wall of the hall on the first floor, there are various oil paintings. The most conspicuous one is the paintings of portraits hanging on the opposite wall after entering the castle gate.

That is the portrait of the nobles of the Durad family.

It is as fine as a photo, and the artist also uses a unique rendering method. Only the photo can see the difference in each of their styles.

The people in each portrait seem to be alive, and when they cast their eyes, there is an illusion of being watched.

The frame on which these paintings are mounted is made of a transparent material similar to glass and enchanted with powerful attack and defense spells.

"That is the Baron, Viscount, and Earl of Durard." A voice sounded.

Tap, tap, tap...

Yate raised his head and glanced across the ceiling.

From the stairs on the left, a person slowly walked down. He thought that the black-haired middle-aged man was wearing the most traditional wizard robe, not the kind of wizard costume with the gorgeous style of aristocracy. His face was ruddy and walking. The movements were calm and without lag. If Yate hadn't known his age, he wouldn't have thought that the man in front of him was over one hundred and fifty years old.

"Iron Blood goes to Durad."

Yate looked at the earl, bowed his head slightly and said.

Hearing these words, Earl Durard showed a smile on his face:

"Although I don't like the pedantic aristocracy, I like this sentence very much, Sir Silver Crow."

"Sir Silver Crow?"

Yate was slightly stunned, what is this name?

"What other people call you." Earl Durard raised his hands slightly. "Wandering wizards will gradually gain their own titles during their travels. You should be thankful that your titles are not that stupid."

This Earl Durad looked quite easy-going, more like a gentle ordinary middle-aged man, without the feeling of "iron-blooded Durad" at all.

His eyes swept over Yate:

"Dark Night Phantom? It seems that you are dominated by dark psychics."

There was no dissatisfaction with the arrival of Yate in the form of a night phantom. On the contrary, he did not welcome the wizards who exuded psionic powers that would affect his county.

It is also a taboo for many wizards to let other wizards enter their castles.

As a traditional wizard, the cumbersome rules that nobles must visit in person are the most repellent.

"You laughed, Lord Earl." Yate explained, "I've only heard of this name for the first time."

When did you have such a name?

"Is it the first time I heard? This is" Earl Durard walked down the stairs and came to him with a smile, "happy or sad?"

"It's okay." Yate shrugged, "I think it sounds pretty good, although I don't know mercury spells now."

Hearing Yate’s answer, he looked at Yate:

"You are an apprentice of Fast, Earl of Mercury, don't you know Fast's signature spell? If this is the case, the name Sir Silver Crow does not fit you well, but compared with my youth, it is very Not bad."

Earl Durard smiled, his original name, but "Sir Greyhound" because of his grey hair and greyhound with him.

However, few people dare to mention such a ridiculous name.

"Are you here to trade with me?" Earl Durard walked back toward the stairs, and the other party did a lot of transactions with the various nobles of Durard County without concealing it.

"Yes." Yate didn't mean to conceal it. It is normal for Earl Durard to know. If the other party doesn't know, it would be really strange.

"You young people just like to rush for quick success." The earl shook his head, but there was no change in his pace. "Talk in detail and talk while having lunch."