Volume 7: Wonderful Escape Chapter 7: The Remaining Part

  Raymond couldn't help but say, "I think it's too early to jump to conclusions. Because I remember that the necromancer and Gru didn't have a very good relationship, they just knew each other in the past."

  "Meow, what are you guys talking about? I don't understand." The cat girl's eyes started spinning again.

  "Yes, this matter is really too complicated." Javier held his head and said: "The more I analyze it, the more dizzy I feel."

  "It seems that behind this assassination case, there must be a complex connection." Freddy said with some regret: "If only there were more clues."

  "It's just a cut, it won't kill the king or anything." Harlot said with feigned nonchalance, but in fact, everyone could see that he was just unable to keep up with the analysis of things.

  "You don't understand this." The elf shook his finger: "This is of great concern to us."

  "What's going on?" Harlot's eyes widened.

  Even the usually bombastic Hillnis was at a loss for words.

  Freddie looked at the two with disdain: "If this is really the doing of the Lavierte Federation, then the power in their hands will far exceed our imagination, and we will be in danger. If the real culprit is someone else, then it will inevitably cause a great disturbance, which may not necessarily be an opportunity for us."

  "Exactly, exactly, that's what I meant." Hillnis said repeatedly: "Just now it was just a momentary inability to think of how to say it."

  "Whatever." Harlot flipped him off.

  "Anyway, Gru's appearance in Orlat City at this time is obviously not for sightseeing." At this point, Raymond said, "In the next few days, there will probably be a good show to watch."

  "Alas, it's not easy to make a name for ourselves here. If the Kingdom of Gasparde continues to be in turmoil, all our previous efforts will have been in vain." At this time, Javier said with a worried tone: "But if this continent remains so peaceful, we'll find it hard to compete with the Ravite Federation. It's really frustrating."

  Hearing this, Raymond and others couldn't help but look at each other in dismay. Is this what they call the troubles of being a businessman?

  Just then, a guard suddenly walked into the room: "Report, someone has sent some things and wants Lord Raymond to sign for them."

  "For me?" Raymond looked at everyone in confusion: "Who sent it? What is it?"

  "I don't know, the other party said it must be handed over to you in person." The guard replied.

  "What's going on? How did someone manage to deliver something here?" Javier asked in surprise.

  "He wondered if it was another trap after the failed sneak attack that night."

  Freddie shook his head: "I don't think so, their target is Mr. Javier, it's meaningless to attack Lord Raymond."

  "Let's go and take a look," Raymond thought for a moment before deciding.

  A group of people arrived at the lobby on the first floor of the inn, where a stout middle-aged man who looked like a merchant was waiting. Beside him was placed a small box.

  Seeing the crowd, the man immediately stood up and smiled: "May I ask who is Lord Raymond?"

  "It's me," said Raymond: "Do you have something to hand over to me?"

  "Yes, yes." The man nodded repeatedly and carefully picked up the box: "It's this one."

  "Who made you give it to me?" Raymond asked instead of taking it.

  The man said: "This... I was also entrusted by someone else, the employer left after handing over this thing, and only instructed me to hand it over to you personally."

  "Master, could it be a magical trap? You'll be done for as soon as you open it." Bast said, unable to hold back.

  "Stop thinking about that boring stuff." Raymond tapped her impatiently and asked, "Did the other party leave any message?"

  "Ah!" It seemed he just remembered something, the man slapped his own forehead: "I'm very sorry, I almost forgot. My employer asked me to tell you a sentence, which is 'this is the remaining part'."

  "What?" Hearing this inexplicable sentence, everyone looked at each other in confusion.

  Raymond's mind flashed with the faces of Soya and Lona, and he immediately knew who had sent the things. No wonder Soya had asked for his address when they parted ways that night.

  As soon as Ramon took over the box, before Harlotte could call out "be careful", he had already opened it. Immediately, a dazzling light burst into everyone's eyes.

  "Wow——" Then came a long, drawn-out voice of amazement.

  In the heavy box, it was filled with dazzling gems and exquisite gold ornaments, whose refracted light almost illuminated the surrounding air.

  Even Bastard, who didn't understand the value of these things, instinctively opened his mouth wide in admiration, not to mention Harlot, who almost drooled.

  "These things should be worth a lot of money, right?" The elf Hilnis swallowed his saliva.

  Javier picked up a gemstone, skillfully held it in front of his eyes, and examined it against the sunlight outside the window. He then nodded and said, "This is a top-grade gemstone, worth at least 5,000 gold coins or more."

  The entire box is not large, but such gems, big and small, have more than a dozen pieces, let alone those magnificent golden ornaments. Roughly estimated, the total value is at least 100,000 gold coins. Suya's generosity can be said to be quite generous.

  "Boss, what have you been up to these past few days? Someone actually sent so much money your way." Harlotte said with a mix of surprise and envy.

  "Sir, what is this?" Freddie's eyes also showed a questioning look.

  After sending the man away, Raymond briefly expressed his speculation: "Hmm, this should be what I told you about, the girl named Soya sent."

  Because he had mentioned it before, everyone quickly understood what was going on that night.

  "Hey boss, isn't that chick into you?" Harlotte raised an eyebrow and nudged Raymond.

  "It's a lot of money just like that, the girl's background doesn't seem simple." Javier smiled and said: "In that case, Lord Raymond can consider it as having made a fortune."

  That night, although Raymond always deliberately mentioned money, he actually didn't think about asking for any reward. The two had a brief encounter and although they shared the experience of fighting against Gru together, they never really interacted with each other afterwards, so after parting ways, Raymond didn't think about it again.

  Little did he know that the casual remark about "payment" would actually prompt Soya to send so much money, and this unexpected move also left him in awe.

  Raymond is a carefree person, and money has come to his door, so there's no reason to refuse it. Moreover, the expenses on the Haidington side are huge, so he might as well treat himself as a mercenary earning some extra money.

  Then he picked it up.

  But then, the image of that girl once again became clear in Raymond's mind.

  Just as Raymond was making a fortune, another secret meeting was taking place somewhere in Orlate City.

  "The rumor has been spread, and now more and more people in the city believe that Sophia wants to kill Udina." In a certain secret room, someone was pacing back and forth while saying this.

  "The time is ripe, it's up to you now."

  As he spoke, the man turned around, and it was none other than Prince Reynard of the Kingdom of Dirck.

  "I...I understand." He was speaking to a short and stout man, who was sitting in the chair, nervously wiping away sweat from his forehead.

  If someone who knew him were here, they would probably be even more astonished at his identity - he was Charles, Duke of Gasperaud, the Prime Minister.

  Aren't these two sworn enemies? Why are they having a secret conversation here?

  "Has the matter over there been arranged?" Reynard asked.

  The Duke of Charles wiped the sweat from his face with a silk handkerchief, saying: "Yes... everything is ready, your people can take action at any time."

  Given his status, he's surprisingly tense, it's clear that what Reynard and he discussed is far from ordinary.

  Renard nodded in satisfaction: "That's good, the previous arrangement was not wasted."

  At this time, Charles Duke gritted his teeth and seemed to make up his mind, saying to Reynard: "I... I still think it's not quite right, do we have to be so absolute?"

  "What's wrong, have you changed your mind?" In an instant, a hint of gloom flashed in Reynard's eyes.

  "No, no, no, of course not." Duke Charles hastily waved his hand: "I just think that it would be enough to exile Udine, after all, I and he..."

  "It's come to this, and you're still holding on to so-called old feelings?" Reynard said with a hint of mockery: "You can't bear to cut ties, no wonder after all these years, you've only been thinking about it in your heart, never daring to take that step."

  The Duke of Charles was ashamed and embarrassed, and the sweat on his face flowed even more fiercely.

  "Listen, I've already cleared the biggest obstacle for you and arranged everything. Once we get rid of both heirs to the throne at once, who do you think will benefit in the end?" Reynard sat down beside Duke Charles.

  "Is it me? No, it's you."

  "It is... it is indeed, if I can make it this time... all thanks to your help." Duke Charles said hastily.

  "I just feel..."

  "There's nothing to say." Reynard interrupted him: "Do you think, relying on Udina's reputation, if he were alive, could you sit stably in this position? And have you thought about the consequences when this matter is exposed in the future?"

  "This...this...I..." Duke Charles kept wiping his sweat.