Chapter 57: (IN) Chapter 057 - Not-So-Good People To Trust
"Madam Nuir, of the Black Turtle Caravan, is it quite the pleasure to meet you, madam" Silvan slowly lowered his head to kiss the back of Nuir's hand only to feel an intense chill on his back.
*Chill*
[Hiiikk!!! What was that intense murderous intent?!] Silvan looked around only to see a tall and muscular black man in luxurious Pirate clothes commonly found in the Mazirhi Coasts staring at him with intense eyes as if saying ["I KILL you!"]
Silvan quickly let go of Nuir's hands and immediately looked at the black man behind her only for him to be nonchalantly silent as he stood behind Nuir as a guard should.
[Was I mistaken?] Silvan wondered to himself as he shook his head.
"Milady, and her... bodyguard? Please sit down" Silvan instantly became respectful towards the black man behind Nuir after experiencing his killing intent [Only an incredibly skilled warrior could send Killing Intent that strong] Silvan wheezed inside his mind.
"Ah, don't mind him hahaha... He doesn't like sitting down" Nuir sat on the red sofa as she started the conversation...
"Don't worry about it Madam Nuir... Now, regarding what we were talking about, me and sir Bermont over here were just discussing about the Medici family's Right-To-Sell contract" Silvan pridefully stated.
"My my, the Medici haven't even been in the Consulate for one year and are already planning to become real Grain Moguls? Haha, such ambition... Won't there be opposition milord?" Nuir courteously smiled at Silvan's words.
"Ha, of course, Milady! What else boasts ambition and wealth other than the Medici name?! The South has long been ours after the fall of those pitiful Pendragons, most businesses in the South, especially Lyons has been paid off. All the Lords and their Families have been paid off. And even the Bermonts over here are paid off, isn't that right Bermont?" Silvan conceitedly boasted while he lightly tapped Bermont on the face as if wagging his authority saying "This person is under me!"
Bermont on the other hand, despite being humiliated like that kept his cool. Surprisingly, even though it was Business they were talking about, Bermont was composed and upright in his posture, unlike his usual attitude of being droopy... Almost as if he was at sea, as the Admiral he was, unfazed while facing off another gally of ships.
"The only problem now are those sorry excuse for Nobles led by Philippe and the rat still pretending to be a dragon... They won't be a problem, right Bermont?"
"Of course, why would there be a problem?" Bermont asked in a well-mannered voice as he slightly bowed his head while his eyes stared straight at Silvan.
"If I remember correctly, that rat visited you recently, hasn't she, Bermont? But of course, I already know what she's after, even without you telling me. That wench probably asked for a Right-To-Sell Contract, didn't she?" Silvan asked with a slightly irked voice.
"As expected of the Medici, nothing passes your vision, eh? Lord Silvan... Miss Vivian did indeed come to me with such a proposal" Bermont nonchalantly answered back.
"Heh, foolish woman. Does she not know that the even the Head Councilman can only give one of such contracts? After all, there's only one of them... and it's already our Medici's possession. Right, Bermont?" Silvan arrogantly declared.
"Of course... whoever signs a contract without a doubt owns it, wouldn't you say so?" Bermont responded in a subtly sarcastic manner.
The Right-To-Sell (RTS) Contract, it was the most powerful and sought out contract the Consulate could give out. In fact, even though there are other Grain Moguls within the South who could sell Grain under certain circumstances, all their contracts were inferior to that of the RTS Contract.
Some contracts gave the owner the authority to sell grain during droughts or as fermented grain to make alchoholic beverages with, but only the RTS Contract gave the owner full autonomy in selling the Wheat and other Grains grown on their lands.
Yes, from a Merchant's perspective, it was the all-powerful cheat-level contract that made the Consulate's power obsolete...
And how was this Contract approved by the greedy Consulate you might ask? Well... this Contract was originally given, or in this case, coerced into the hands of none other than the previous Countess of Maine herself...
One of the reasons the Countess was so feared and disliked within the Consulate was the RTS contract's incredible synergy with Maine's vast fertile lands that produced more than half of the whole South's Grain yield. With the contract she forcefully coerced from them through questionable means on her hands, she basically had full control over the Consulate as they feared Maine might withdraw and hoard their Grain for even greater profit, potentially harming the Consulate's profit.
And so when Maine fell, the original Right-To-Sell contract was immediately seized by the Consulate and fell into the hands of Bermont, but since Lyons and Bermont's territory was mostly shoreline and did not have much farmland, the RTS contract fell into disuse.
"With Madam Nuir there, that wench Vivian would no doubt go to the contract signing! Hahaha..." Silvan victoriously laughed.
"So what did you and that wench talk about this morning?" Silvan asked Nuir after he was done gloating over his victory.
"Well..." Nuir thought for a moment and then continued: "She asked if we would partner our Caravans with her, I suppose" Nuir nonchalantly answered.
"Ha! Does she think the Black Turtle Caravan would go to her side? Stupid woman, doesn't she know the Medici have been great benefactors of the Black Turtles for years now? Hahaha"
"Excuse for asking, but what use is having this Vivian girl on the day of signing? I mean you could've gotten the contract without the poor girl there, right?" Nuir asked in a dangerously inquisitive tone.
"What use is there? Hahahaha...haa... Simple really..." Silvan looked at the people inside the room with a cruel stare.
"How can I enjoy victory, if I can't even gloat at the losers?"
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