The Vastness of Magical Destiny-Chapter 111 - Four Challenge_2

Chapter 111: Chapter Four: Challenge_2

Chapter 111 -Four: Challenge_2

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“Oh? Does Your baron mean to let this incident happen as it will?” he asked, raising his eyebrows in surprise, Palermo found it hard to grasp the intentions of the man before him.

“No, no, with Mr. Palermo’s help, I’ve changed my mind. Since Duke Zellin is lacking in kindness, there’s no need for me to play nice with him,” Komer replied with a smile.

Looking somewhat gloomy at the man before him, he had only intended to give a gentle reminder, but somehow he had been dragged into the matter without realizing it. Frowning slightly, the portly man asked, “What does Your baron plan to do?”

“Since those fools think that Duke Zellin can provide them with a safe and stable environment, it’s enough to just let them know that the people here do not welcome them. As for the specifics, I believe Mr. Palermo can handle them for me. I suppose the farmers in the Galle Region wouldn’t like so many people competing with them for food either. All they need to understand is this point, and I think they’ll know what to do.” Casually picking up a cigar from the wooden box and sniffing it near his nose, Komer continued with a faint smile, “Mr. Palermo, please don’t frown, it makes a person age quicker. You can do it, of course, and I, Komer, am not one to forget a friend. All that you’ve done for me in Sault, I’ll remember it always.”

Raising his chubby right palm, the corpulent man exhaled a thick plume of smoke into the horse-drawn carriage, it spread throughout, as if to obscure the faces of both men. His deep grey eyes gleamed with satisfaction as they met Komer’s hand, giving it a gentle pat, his voice somewhat muffled as if tumbling in his throat, “I hope Your baron remembers what he said today.”

The carriage returned to a state of calm, the atmosphere turning a bit strange. Komer didn’t suggest leaving, and the other party didn’t issue any command to leave. Both men seemed to be expecting something, but for a moment, they couldn’t articulate it. The smoky space gave a hazy sense of distance between them, making them feel better, mentally, and allowed them to quiet their minds to ponder over some issues.

Palermo found himself feeling an inexplicable affinity for the lord in front of him, with his eyes full of weariness and contradictory sentiments, much like a person Palermo knew from behind the scenes. He trusted his gut, and various pieces of intelligence also proved it: this man is a mage, a Mage Lord. This hybrid occupation was unheard of on the Blue Continent. A bunch of bandits wiped out in the blink of an eye by him might be an exaggeration, but at least one thing was clear, his identity was far from as simple as it appeared on the surface. Hmph, a Rural Lord, perhaps this identity is nothing but sheepskin concealing the appearance of a fierce tiger.

Political investments are always high-risk, outstripping any business investment, but this was not the main reason Palermo decided to help. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was about the man that was so appealing, but the shrewdness and calmness displayed by an aristocratic child not even in his twenties, after merely over half a month’s immersion in the melting pot of Versailles, puzzled Palermo. Aside from an occasional visit to a bar for coffee or a drink, he seemed to have no other hobbies. The common pastimes of the nobility—gambling, women, hunting, intellectual discussions—seemed to have no place in his life. This not only contradicted the rumors about his past behavior but also didn’t fit in with the current restive state of the kingdom’s upper-class society. He had become an oddity in Versailles. Even if he liked men, Palermo wouldn’t be surprised, but it was precisely because he didn’t indulge in anything that Palermo found him all the more intriguing.

“Mr. Palermo, don’t you think your investment is a gamble? I suspect the returns on your investment in me might not satisfy you, at least that’s how I see it. Once Duke Zellin learns of the inner workings, he would find it hard to forgive the actions of a distant relative like you,” said Komer as he put the cigar back into the wooden box, finally lifting his somber gaze to sweep across the other man’s chubby, smooth cheek.

“Relative? Ha, if a marriage and blood relation from several generations ago can be called relatives, then half the beggars on Jazair Street could claim to be relatives of His Majesty the King. Your baron needn’t worry about my affairs. My head may be big, Palermo, but it’s not stupid. No outsider will ever know of these matters, and even if Duke Zellin finds out, he’s bound to pretend ignorance. There are times when he needs me just as much as I need him,” Palermo’s large head shook slightly as the few strands of hair on his head drooped naturally downward under the force of gravity.

“So, Mr. Palermo, there must be a convincing reason for you to help Komer, right? I don’t believe you’re a philanthropist, and as our deal is already concluded, it seems there’s no need for a significant risk on your part,” Komer maintained his composure.

Showing an innocuous smile, Palermo opened his mouth wide, letting the smoke pour out between his teeth in a comfortable sprawl on the carriage seat’s backrest, “Your baron, I simply don’t want to lose a friend, a friend who could possibly become a long-term business partner. Of course, personally, I hope it’s more than just business.”