At 9 o'clock in the morning the next day, Amerson came to the Lord's Manor again. This time he did not deliberately let Paul wait for him.
"Haha! Lord Greiman has laid out a big battle."
Amerson said with a smile after seeing many more people in the room.
Of course, this didn't scare him. Amerson confidently and calmly came to the place where he was sitting yesterday, sat down without waiting for Paul to speak, and asked, "Lord Greiman, you should have thought it over in one night, right?"
"I can bear it——" Paul secretly persuaded himself in his heart.
He smiled and nodded, "Sir Emosen, I've thought about it."
"For the sake of the friendship between the Kent Family and Greiman Family, I decided to accept your request for profit sharing. However, I can never agree to the co-management of Bairdin, otherwise I will be sorry for the deceased Uncle Garnard, and the real lord of Bairdin is Mellon Garnard."
"I will not agree to the request you made yesterday about Bairdin."
Mellon next to him shook his head towards Amerson and said.
"Oh..."
Amerson looked a little disappointed and shook his head.
"Kent-sama will be disappointed."
He stared at Paul motionlessly, and the two sides just faced off.
Finally, after a long inner struggle, Paul gave in to his bottom line. "If Kent Family can give up its demands on Bairdin, we can share more profits."
Then he waited for the other party's reply without saying a word.
Amerson kept groping his chin, seeming to be considering what Paul just said.
In fact, he had already made a decision in his heart, but he enjoyed this feeling of "judgment". Watching the other party anxiously (in his opinion) waiting for his reply, he suddenly felt that one of his words could decide the other party's fate.
"Now the whole room is waiting quietly for my sentencing." This is what Amerson is thinking about now.
What sentence should be passed on them?
Alas, Greiman, ah Greiman, if you had come to see me immediately when I first arrived here the day before yesterday, I would have let you go now.
It's a pity, it's a pity, you made a mistake that was disrespectful to me, and you must be punished.
Amerson After deliberately waiting for a while, he put on a serious expression and finally spoke, "Paul Greiman."
"Since you failed to make a decision that satisfied Kent Family in time, I, on behalf of the Earl, make the following requests to you."
"First, increase the profits allocated to Earl Kent and Duke Ferdinand to one-third."
"Second, hand over the technology of papermaking and porcelain to the Kent Family."
"Third, immediately give up half of Bairdin's territory to the Kent Family."
"Fourth,..."
Amerson had a weird smile on his originally serious face:
"... Swear allegiance to Lord Maltz Kent, the legitimate heir."
After finishing these four requests that he added on his own, Amerson could not help but feel excited: Hum! Kneel down and beg me for mercy. This is your punishment for neglecting me.
Paul Greiman, as a weakling, you dare not come to see me immediately. Who do you think you are, just a nominal earl who doesn't even have a knight under his command?
But if you make me happy, maybe you can be let go, of course, maybe.
Although he was excited, Amerson still maintained a calm look except for a smile on his face, and he slowly picked up the water glass and took a sip of water.
At this time, Paul was stunned. He was completely stunned by the greed of the other party.
The other people in Reception Room also had expressions of disbelief, and none of them responded.
Paul suddenly felt that his sleeve was being pulled by someone. When he came to his senses, he turned around and saw that it was Chief Steward Ford who was pulling him.
I saw the five fingers of Old Ford's right hand stretched out like a knife, pointing downwards like this.
The meaning is very clear: Lord Earl, let the war begin!
The other party's request is really too much. It has already exceeded the limit that Arda can bear. Once agreed, Greiman Family will no longer have a foothold in the northwest.
There are some spiritual things that cannot be given up no matter what. Obviously, it is time to have to fight.
Seeing that Chief Steward Ford, the largest advocate and faction, had begun to seek a fight, Paul quickly made a decision in his heart.
He straightened his body and asked Amerson with a smile, "Sir Emosen, can you fully represent Earl Kent?"
Amerson was waiting for Paul to beg him for mercy. He was suddenly asked this question. He hesitated for a moment, but then said with a straight face, "Of course, Kent-sama has given me full authority to handle the negotiations with you."
Paul continued to ask, "Did Kent-sama personally request the conditions you just mentioned?"
Amerson was slightly annoyed. "What do you mean Lord Greiman? I just said that Kent-sama has given me full authority to handle the negotiations with you. I don't want to repeat it a second time."
Well, Paul doesn't want to ask any more questions. It doesn't matter whether Maltz Kent personally requested these four items, or the envoy named Amerson overstepped his authority. Anyway, this situation is already going to hell.
He crossed his hands and leaned on the table with his arms, a look of determination on his face.
Amerson suddenly felt uncomfortable with Paul's posture and new expression. Did this little lord dare to refuse his own conditions? Haha, impossible.
The confident smile returned to his face again. This time he asked for many benefits beyond expectations on behalf of Earl Kent. This elder would definitely reward himself heavily.
However, what Paul said next made him unable to react at once.
"Sir Emosen, given that Kent Family made such an outrageous and unreasonable request, I think this is a great insult to the Greiman Family."
"Therefore, in the future, people related to the Kent Family are no longer welcome in both Arda and Bairdin. Once discovered, they will be expelled immediately."
"Now..."
Paul suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on the face opposite him that disgusted him so much, and then he said word by word, "Get out of here!"
Amerson The smile on his face suddenly froze.
What? Did I hear you right? This little lord who couldn't even recruit a knight under his command actually asked him to get out. Haha, it's a fantasy.
He asked doubtfully, "Earl Greiman, what did you just say?"
Paul said angrily, "I told you to get out, are your ears clogged with feces or your brain is so wet that you can't analyze other people's words?"
Well, this time Amerson heard it clearly. This little lord who didn't even have a knight actually asked himself to go away, let himself, the Royal Capital noble, go away, and asked himself, the Kent Family messenger, to go away.
absurd! How ridiculous!
Amerson stood there at a loss.
"Get out!"
Bryce suddenly shouted at him.
"Get out!"
"Get out!"
Others in the living room began angrily repeating the same words to him.
Amerson suddenly felt a little scared. He tried hard to restrain this feeling and pointed at the people headed by Paul.
"You, you, and you, all wait for me, all of you, wait for me."
Seeing how arrogant he was, Bryce suddenly pulled out his sword and pointed it at him, and shouted again, "Get out!"
The frightening sword light shone on Amerson's face. He trembled all over, but his face quickly returned to a proud expression.
"Hmph!"
He snorted heavily, straightened his clothes in front of Bryce's sword, then turned around and walked out.
Amerson did not stop after returning to Guest House. He called the servant and rode out of Lakeheart Town.
"Wait! Wait for the Kent Family's army of knights to crush you idiots who don't know the heights of heaven and earth!"
He cursed in his heart.
But he had to think about how to face his Uncle Kent first. If he hadn't made those four new requests over and over again, Paul Greiman would have been close to agreeing to the previous conditions...