The Master of Language - T.M.L Chapter 29 (Part 2):

“Come now! Shareholders! Count Furst, who sponsors the New Continent Trading Company, has arrived. He will personally speak about the unfortunate incident that occurred.”

Count Furst stood in the center and slowly began his speech.

It naturally reminded me of the time on Monta Island where the pirates had gathered.

He first declared that Governor Krom had made a mistake in relations with the natives, resulting in the loss of dispatched soldiers, and that they couldn’t return without retrieving the children kidnapped from the natives.

Naturally, the shareholders rebelled.

“Count! Weren’t you there yourself? How can you blame Governor Krom for the company’s ruin?”

“No matter how much it was his fault, as long as you were there, Count, you can’t escape responsibility!”

“Compensate us! Compensate for this incident! It’s shameful to suffer such a crushing defeat to mere natives!”

As the conference room grew noisier, Count Furst slammed both hands on the podium.

Everyone was startled by the loud sound, and the count growled.

“The one who invested the most in this venture is me, Count Furst! If you don’t invest more here, this company that has grown so far will go bankrupt! Then your shares will become worthless! I am putting everything on the line. Everything to resolve this! So trust me and help me with this. I came back because we lost soldiers. And we can always replace soldiers. And if we just find those children, we can restore our relationship with the natives!”

The meeting continued to go back and forth several times after that. It was a bit fun at first, but soon became boring, and I struggled to hold back yawns throughout the meeting.

By the way, why does that priest keep glancing at me like that?

When lunchtime came, everyone agreed to take a break and left the conference room.

They agreed to meet again in an hour, but I wonder how many will actually show up? I hope the count won’t be disappointed.

Yawn.

If I had known it would be like this, I should have just studied magic at the mansion.

At that moment, the priest who had been glancing at me earlier approached.

“Hello, I’m Hansis.”

Hansis’s two eyes, which were smiling brightly, clearly held a faint but definite magical power.

“Ah, yes. I’m Ran.”

I answered halfheartedly.

He smiled again and spoke.

“It seems you’ve studied magic… Haha. Is that right, Mr. Ran?”

“So what?”

“Um, if you have time, would you like to have a meal together?”

I was about to refuse.

But from afar, Count Furst gave me a look.

He wants me to go along.

I guess he can’t afford to lose even one person in this situation.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

“Oh? Then I’ll guide you to a nearby place.”

The priest bowed slightly and extended his arm.

We came to a restaurant next to the trading company. One specializing in Franche cuisine.

“It’s been a while since I had Franche food.”

“Huh? Is that so? Well, they do make good food here.”

“So? What’s this about?”

Hansis smiled slightly and said.

“It seems you’re helping Count Furst, is that right?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Since you’re studying magic, I’m sure you’re not doing it for money or anything like that, haha. I guess you’ve been promised some kind of treasure?”

I put my hand inside Keren’s robe and slightly showed the staff.

At that moment, the priest’s eyes widened a bit.

Good.

Let’s see where this goes.

“This is just a basic one. Just carved from wood. Now I want to make a proper dedicated staff, so I’m looking for a suitable treasure. Count Furst said he would give it to me.”

It’s a blatant lie, but Hansis seemed to believe my words completely.

“Ah, I see. Well, it seems I’ve met quite an extraordinary person. You have a robe, and a staff. Ho, do you have a magic book too?”

“Well, I do have one.”

“Wow. That’s amazing. Really. I’m so envious. I… ahem, embarrassingly, I don’t have any of the three properly yet.”

There was sincerity in the priest’s words.

As the waiter set down the food, I naturally ate while speaking.

“So. What business did you have in wanting to see me?”

The priest rubbed his hands together and said.

“Well, I was wondering if I could ask what treasure Count Furst promised you.”

“Why?”

“Haha. Well, I was thinking maybe we could offer you something even better.”

Interesting.

Is he trying to persuade me?

I should find out who’s backing him first.

“Who does the priest serve?”

“Duke Balkan.”

I’ve heard that name before.

“Ah, Duke Balkan. The one who smuggled the native children, right?”

“Sm-smuggled?! Haha. That’s a dangerous thing to say.”

“…..”

I smiled slightly and continued eating. He soon spoke again.

“Actually, I felt very uncomfortable in that conference room earlier. To slander the person I serve like that. Count Furst is such a good person, it’s really strange. It seems he hasn’t been able to properly collect himself due to some recent trouble. Seeing him speak like that in front of me, well, I don’t know how to react.”

I put down my fork with a clack.

“Get to the point.”

“Pardon?”

“The point. Just tell me the point.”

At that moment, the priest’s eyes narrowed slightly.

The impression that had been only kind suddenly became quite sharp.

Now this person’s true nature will come out.

“Please tell me what treasure Count Furst promised you. Duke Balkan will prepare something even better. So, if you serve Duke Balkan…”

“Alright.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said alright. The jewel I want is a transparent jewel imbued with magical power. So transparent that even a mage would think it’s invisible.”

“…..”

“Bring that to me. Then I’ll do as Duke Balkan wishes.”

I flashed a bright smile and resumed eating.

Having this meal reminded me of my mother’s cooking.

Glancing over, I saw Hansis’s eyes wavering.

His mind must be quite complicated right now.

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