Chapter 85: The Weird Lord of the Ghost Castle

Chapter 85 – The Weird Duke of Ghost Castle
Viscount Angelo carefully walked through the corridors of the castle, despite having been here many times, he still hadn’t gotten used to the environment in here.

Gloomy, eerie, all the characteristics were like a dungeon inhabited by ghosts and monsters in a horror story, why would the owner of this place like to live in such a place?

Earl Kent, he was really a person who was inscrutable in every aspect.

Carrying his own small thoughts, Angelo turned a corner and stopped at an open place.

He straightened his clothes and slowly walked to the door of a tall and ornate room.

Two halberd-wielding guards stood at the doorway on the left and right, and when they saw Ankylou approaching, they crossed their weapons over each other at once, blocking the door to the room.

The guards coldly scanned Angelo up and down, the kind of eyes that made him feel like a lamb being targeted by a hungry wolf.

Remember, he was a nobleman, and these were just two soldiers standing in front of him, and he was still their lord’s guest.

He regained some of his pride and tried to keep himself from appearing timid, puffing out his chest and speaking loudly in the accent he had honed in his position as Palmseal Master:

“Viscount Angelo, Keeper of the Palm Seal of Bairdine, has come at the invitation of the Earl of Kent.”

Damn it, he had met the Earl several times, but these two personal guards of his still acted like they didn’t recognize him.

Angelo wasn’t just angry, aside from his wounded pride, he vaguely sensed some sort of trepidation lurking within himself.

The initial hopefulness of coming to join him had disappeared, and all that remained was the anxiety of being in the wrong place.

The two guards remained stationary, continuing to stare at Angelo, and the weapons blocking the door were not withdrawn.

Angelo closed his eyes and waited quietly.

One minute, or two, it always felt as long as a century.

Finally, a voice came out from behind the heavy wooden door, “Come in.”

Angelo let out a soft breath.

The two guards withdrew their weapons and one of them pushed the door to the room gently open.

He adjusted his mind and walked slowly into the room.

“There was a clunk from behind him, and the closing of the door made Angelo wince.

This was Earl Kent’s study, the space was very large, however, the atmosphere was more eerie than the outside of the room.

Obviously it was broad daylight, but the windows of the room were tightly covered with thick curtains, unable to penetrate even a trace of sunlight.

The lighting of the large room only relied on the weak light from a floor candlestick, and a person was sitting on a wicker chair next to the candlestick, concentrating on a thick book.

“Can he read the words on it?”

No sooner had Angelo ventured such a thought than the man in the wicker chair spoke, though without looking up at him.

“Mr. Viscount, please sit down.”

Count Maltz-Kent gestured to the chair on the other side of the candelabra.

It was a man with pale skin and a shady face, with a sharp nose, if any dark circles around the deep-set eye sockets, and the hairs on the top of his head were already half-bald despite being only middle-aged.

“Thank you Lord Kent.”

Angelo gulped and braced his weakened legs as he walked over to the wicker chair and sat down, though he wasn’t sure why his legs were weak.

“So, Viscount Angelo, come and talk to me about Byrdeen.”

The Earl of Kent said absently, his gaze still fixed on his book.

The other party was finally willing to mention the matter of Baildin, and Angelo wanted to cry.

He had met this count several times, but each time he was sent back lightly after a sentence or two, and the only time he stayed with him for a longer period of time was when he was left to have lunch, during which the other party surprisingly did not say a word.

This time the opportunity must be seized.

“Lord Kent, Paul Greiman, Lord of Arda, has taken the liberty of detaining our sovereign, Count Myron Garnard, without authorization.”

“And we, in order to preserve the honor of Baildin, rose up against this brutal lord, but in the end, our strength was not enough.”

……

Angelo spent nearly half an hour recounting the “causes and consequences” that led to his exile.

“Your own lord is still in the hands of the other party, so you are so eager to raise an army, you guys are really loyal and brave!” Earl Kent suddenly said this, not hiding the mockery in his words.

Angelo’s face reddened, then he said with a straight face, “Indeed, at that time, we were overwhelmed by the other party’s wickedness and slander, and that circular of his must have been distributed to one of you as well, so just what level of shamelessness is required to fabricate something out of nothing?”

“So you have come to me for ……?”

“Lord Earl, please you must do right by us, please you must help us take back Bairdine! We …… we have nowhere to stay now.”

Then the room fell silent.

Angelo just waited, and just as he was getting annoyed, the Earl of Kent spoke up and asked:
“So, what can I get?”

Naked and unabashed.

An Qi Luo’s heart was suddenly furious, before, in order to have a strong foreign aid, how many belongings he had dutifully honored the person in front of him, and now that he really needed help, the other party even had to ask for a lion’s share of the money.

But his anger didn’t dare to show in the slightest, and still said in a humble tone, “Lord Kent, I can’t give you anything right now.”

Earl Kent shook his head, “I don’t mean now, but in the future. What will you be able to give me in the future after you obtain the seat of the Lord of Baildin?”

Angelo’s heart shook, “My lord, Myron Garnard is still alive, I …… I ……”

“Hmph, there would be no need for us to hide it, except for your young young master who is young and uninvolved, who do you think you can hide the old Garnard’s business from? Now that the first step has been made, there’s no turning back from the open bow.”

In just a few moments, the other party’s words made Angelo cold and sweaty.

Earl Kent didn’t push, and just quietly waited for his reply.

“Lord Kent ……,” Angelo finally said:

“If you can help me gain the seat of Lord Baildin, I will cede you a town’s land.”

There was no response from the other side.

Angelo gritted his teeth and continued to raise the price, “Two towns!”

After an awkward wait, there was still no response waiting for the hoped-for response.

“One barony!”

……

After repeatedly raising the price to no avail, Angelo was finally about to break down, the other party’s appetite was too big.

But he couldn’t give up, if he didn’t grab this straw, he would really have nothing left. Previously, he had looked around for a foreign aid object, and only such a one had responded, now it seemed that he was really blind at that time.

He had no choice but to helplessly say the words that made his heart bleed, “Half of the Bairdin territory, this is my last bottom line.”

Earl Kent’s fingers moved, slowly tapping on the armrests of his chair, as if considering Angelo’s words.

It was then that Angelo noticed that the Earl’s nails were long and pointed, making one’s scalp tingle at first glance.

He said stiffly, “Lord Earl, if we cut it again Baildin will only have one city left, Butua.”

“Fine! It’s settled.”

Count Kent finally agreed, and Angelo breathed a long sigh of relief, followed by immense heartache.

“You go back first, I’ll let you know when I’m ready.”

The Earl gave an expulsion order, and Ankiro had no choice but to comply, he stood up and bowed towards the other party, and left the room with slow steps.

He knew that he couldn’t be in too much of a hurry at this time.

From the time he entered the room to the time he left, the earl’s gaze had never left the book since the beginning, and had never looked at him since the beginning.

After the door of the room was closed, Earl Kent finally closed the book and put it aside on the small square table.

Then he picked up a glass of water on the square table.

It was a water cup made of porcelain, exquisite and very beautiful, on which was painted a wonderful rose flower.

The Earl did not drink the water, but kept playing with the water cup in his hand, and it was evident that he was very fond of this kind of utensil.

He looked at the water cup and said to himself, “Now, let me see which of you offers a higher price.”

(End of chapter)