Chapter 402: Chapter 150: Taking It All

Hearing this, Falan took a few steps forward.

He didn’t go to the finely decorated display cases, but instead walked over to a pile of miscellaneous goods. He rummaged through them, picking out some stone slabs and carelessly tossing them to the side.

He stacked up several dozen of them.

"That should be enough, Robson. These are the ones," Falan said.

"This... General, are you fond of collecting these sorts of things?" Viscount Herman asked, puzzled.

Robson nodded.

"Indeed. How much for all this?"

"Well... If it were anyone else, I’d just let it be.

But since it’s you, General, I must tell you—these things are basically all fakes.

We put them in the miscellaneous pile because we were going to throw them out," Viscount Herman said, shaking his head.

"Fakes?" Robson was astonished.

"That’s right. A while ago, there were rumors about some prehistoric civilization, and a batch of these things just happened to appear on the market.

We had a professional appraiser look at them, and they’re basically brand new.

If you’re really set on collecting something, why not look over here? These are all relics from the Soldiers of the Second Empire during the Kandar War. An adventuring party just recently dug them up from the Central Desert," Viscount Herman said.

The Kandar War was the battle that led to the fall of the Second Empire. At that time, a swarm of insects suddenly emerged from the Central Desert, plaguing the continent, and the Second Empire was naturally caught in the devastation.

After the Kandar War, the Imperial Royal Family entered a period of decline. Later, they began to flee overseas and vanished without a trace.

Robson looked at Falan and saw that his face was bright red, apparently furious at Viscount Herman’s words.

"No need... I just like the vibe of this prehistoric civilization stuff. Don’t you find it mysterious?" Robson said with a smile.

Compared to some so-called professional appraiser, he trusted Falan more.

After all, Falan had truly helped him a great deal.

"Well... In that case, General, please just take them."

"You’re not charging me?" Robson was taken aback.

"We were going to throw them away anyway. For them to be appreciated by you, General, means they’ve finally served their purpose," Viscount Herman said with a laugh.

Robson liked him even more now. The look he gave Viscount Herman was much warmer.

’Not bad, not bad at all. He knows how to please a general like me.’

"In that case, I’ll trouble you to load them onto a carriage and deliver them to Fengman Manor," Robson said with a smile.

’Since he’s being so good to me, Grand General Luo, he might as well be a little better. We’re practically family, after all.’

"Of course," Viscount Herman beamed.

He wasn’t afraid of Robson making requests; he was afraid Robson wouldn’t make any.

’This is a chance to latch onto someone powerful. I have to seize it.’

"My lord? Is something wrong?"

Viscount Herman asked curiously, seeing Robson suddenly freeze.

Robson frowned.

"It’s nothing. I just feel like someone is watching us," Robson said, shaking his head.

"You must have spent too much time on the battlefield, my lord. The Guterres Family’s shopping center is protected by a Tier Seven Array on the inside," Viscount Herman said.

HISS... ’A Tier Seven... They’re really loaded!’ Robson thought with a sigh.

"I suppose so. Take me to see the other things. Since I’m here, I might as well get everything done at once."

...

As a Tier Eight Gold, how could Robson’s perception be so easily mistaken?

After the two had left, two old men suddenly appeared in the shopping center.

"What do we do? Didn’t you say that stuff was junk? Now that Robson has snatched it away," the black-robed old man said.

The red-robed old man also had a confused expression.

If Viscount Herman had been there, he would have definitely recognized the red-robed old man as the Guterres Family’s appraisal expert.

"This shouldn’t be happening. Why would he be interested in those things?" the red-robed old man wondered aloud.

"Don’t ask why! Just tell me what to do! The organization gave us an order!" the black-robed old man retorted.

Hearing the black-robed old man’s accusation, the red-robed old man lost his temper too.

"What order?!

Did they give us any money? They didn’t give us any money, but they still expect me to buy things? Am I supposed to just go and rob someone?"

The black-robed old man was speechless.

Although they were a terrorist organization, the Algeria Kingdom’s recent crackdown on them had been too severe.

’Terrorist organization? Even members of a terrorist organization have to pay when they go shopping.’

...

"My lord, are you certain you require these items?"

Viscount Herman stared at the long list.

It contained all sorts of categories, with grain and Magic Equipment making up the majority.

The Magic Equipment, of course, was for the production of the Magic Crossbows Robson was planning.

The machinery needed for the Magic Crossbows was too complex; he couldn’t possibly have Falan craft it all by hand.

The grain was mostly coarse grains. With the Viscount’s Domain granted by the King, the entire population of Affleck would soon skyrocket.

"By the way, you also handle the peasant trade, don’t you?" Robson asked.

"We do, but you must take the entire household," Viscount Herman said.

In the Southern Kingdom, the peasant trade was actually illegal, but no one followed the law.

The Frank Kingdom, however, brought the matter out into the open. The King stipulated that when buying and selling Peasants, the entire household had to be transferred.

"Alright. Help me get... let’s say ten thousand Gold Coins’ worth."

Robson thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being a big spender.

Out of thirty thousand Gold Coins, he had spent half in one go.

’My great Affleck Domain is really about to prosper now!’

"Your attitude has been quite good today.

I’ll definitely have to ask the Marquis for some pointers on how to cultivate a talent like you," Robson said with a laugh.

Viscount Herman’s eyes lit up.

’What is this? This is my chance to soar!’

"Thank you, General! You are truly a model nobleman of our Frank Kingdom!" Viscount Herman said with a grin.

Robson smiled but said no more.

...

Valentino had said she had business tonight, so after finishing his affairs at the shopping center, Robson immediately boarded his carriage and hurried back to Fengman Manor.

As for those stone slabs, to be honest, he, Lord Robson, had no such hobby.

He would have them all hauled to Fengman Manor and let Falan figure them out.

When he arrived at the manor’s gate, another carriage was already there.

Next to the carriage was a warhorse, and mounted on it was a Full Armor Knight.

"Willmand?"

Seeing this carriage, Robson had already guessed who had come.

In the kingdom’s northeast, "the three provinces" referred to the lands beyond the pass. "The four provinces" included those lands plus the Fengman Clan. And "the five provinces" meant a union of the lands both beyond and within the pass.

Within and beyond the pass, there was only one family with any real power that wasn’t aligned with Robson and Valentino’s faction: the Willmand family. Their Patriarch was Earl Harold, one of the leaders of the northern faction.

Back when the Fengman Clan was at its peak, the two families were even joined by marriage.

The Right-Hand Warhorses ridden by Robson’s Heavy Cavalry were bred by the Willmand family.

’But what are they doing here?’

Robson frowned.

The Willmand family may have had ancestral ties to the Fengman Clan, but that was all ancient history.

Ever since the Fengman Clan was driven out of the northern faction by Marquis George’s grandfather, the two sides hadn’t interacted for over a hundred years.

Furthermore, Earl Harold was widely known to be a trusted subordinate of Marquis George.

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