Lord Loren, You Are a Good Person

Loren's strategy of advancing by retreating directly changed the situation that was supposed to be a battle of wits this morning. The presidents of these merchant guilds, who had weathered many storms, were pinned to the ground by him, unable to move.

He firmly controlled the negotiation pace, implementing each point according to his ideas.

In order to reach an agreement quickly and prevent Loren from going back on his word, the presidents were extremely cooperative, not even bothering with many minor negotiable conditions.

For example, they would fund the rental of a manor in the city as the Orchid Merchant Alliance's base, and purchase corresponding management personnel to work there. If Loren needed any supplies, they would sell them to him at cost and help transport them to his territory.

There were thirty to forty cooperation agreements in total, covering all aspects.

Two hours later, the terms were put on paper. Loren and the five guild presidents each signed six copies, and Loren also affixed his family crest.

After all this was done, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Loren was in a very good mood.

This time, he received a total of 25 million in franchise fees, which secured the funds for his territory's development.

He wouldn't have to worry for at least three months.

The five merchant guilds were also ecstatic. After signing the contract, they no longer had to worry about Loren reneging on his word this morning.

For the next year, they would enjoy the privilege of doing business with low tax rates.

Furthermore, once the merchant alliance was established, they would have the protection of the Orchid Family and could develop with peace of mind.

Both sides had gained something and were extremely satisfied with the cooperation.

Fiana took the cooperation agreement that Loren had asked her to put away. Seeing the figure of 25 million Pukes on it, her expression became a little dazed.

Yesterday, Loren was a failure who went to the Fairy Bank for a loan and sought support from Nobles who were friendly with the Orchid Family, only to be rejected, and sat alone on the floor of his room crying.

In just one night, he had conjured 25 million out of thin air.

Although the cooperation was achieved because he had the noble status of a descendant of the Orchid Family, wasn't status a form of strength?

Was it correct to abandon his noble status and act like a peasant adventurer, throwing a tantrum for a few hundred Pukes?

Moreover, she could clearly see that it was Loren who made this cooperation happen in just one night.

If it were someone else, even if their status were nobler than Loren's, these shrewd merchants would likely have dragged it out for ten days to half a month, sent people to the Falcon Royal Capital to investigate the situation thoroughly before agreeing to pay.

But these shrewd merchants had no room to resist when facing this extraordinary young man; they were firmly under his control.

Loren's precise manipulation of people's hearts accelerated the success of the cooperation to one night.

In just this one day, Loren had given her more surprises than in their two months together. No, she hadn't been surprised in those two months; she had only been disappointed.

The girl's cold expression softened considerably, and her eyes seemed to regain their light.

Perhaps, there was still hope.

After signing the agreement, the next step was to register it at the City Hall. Once registered, the merchant guilds would receive special documents. In the future, when undergoing tax inspections, they only needed to present the documents to receive corresponding tax reductions.

Of course, this registration required a noble to personally handle it. As a direct descendant of the Orchid Family, Loren had five tax exemption quotas for merchant guilds, which he had used up all at once this time.

After the registration was completed, the merchant guilds' tax exemption quotas would be reported to the Noble Elder Council. The Noble Elder Council would update the list of noble merchant guilds every half month and distribute the list to various territories of the Silver Moon Kingdom.

This completed a nationwide tax exemption registration.

The process for canceling merchant guild registration was exactly the same.

Tramp~

Tramp~

Six carriages, driven by their coachmen, headed for the City Hall.

In the middle carriage, Loren and Fiana sat inside, while Anor, just like last night, sat with the coachman.

Only now did Loren have the time to examine the Thief, whose aura had transformed and was now exuding a bloody scent.

Eye of Truth.

Anor

Level: Bronze Intermediate

Bloodline: Human Bloodline (B-class, Awakened) Bloodline Talent: Aura Concealment (B-class) When silent, his presence is very low, able to evade the perception of ordinary people.

Profession: Shadow Thief (B-class), Professional Skill: Stealth Technique (B-class), makes himself completely invisible. After his strength reaches Platinum-grade, Stealth Technique will turn himself into nothingness, allowing him to pass through walls.

Loyalty: 92

Introduction: A human with decent Thief talent. Perhaps he can steal something while others are asleep.

Anor had actually awakened?!!

And the bloodline level he awakened was B-, with such potential, he could even reach Platinum-grade in the future.

But what made him curious was what had happened last night?

He subconsciously opened his system panel and brought up a few messages he had ignored due to falling asleep.

"Ding~ Your subordinate Anor killed an enemy (Bronze), gaining 1 point of Soul Power."

"Ding~ Your subordinate Anor killed a..."

"Ding~"

In addition to these messages, the soul power panel, which he never knew was useful, had increased to 16 points.

This made him thoughtful.

Soul power didn't seem that simple.

"Anor, why did you suddenly advance to Bronze Intermediate? Your Bloodline Power seems to have awakened. Aren't you going to tell me about what happened last night?"

Anor had returned close to midnight last night, and this morning he appeared with a murderous aura.

Loren looked at the slender body and stroked his chin. Could it be that last night he was cornered in an alley by a few men with peculiar tastes, and Anor, in a fit of rage, successfully activated his Bloodline Power and took his first kill?

Hearing this, Anor turned his head, his eyes full of gratitude and worship as he looked at Loren. "Lord Loren, this is all thanks to your bestowal."

Then, Anor recounted in detail what had happened at the orphanage last night to Loren, finally saying with fervent passion, "Every enemy I kill makes me feel stronger! If not for your bestowal, I fear I would have been thrown into the sewer by those damned bastards and gnawed by rats. It was your radiance that shone upon me, allowing me to awaken my Bloodline Power at a critical moment!! It was your gaze watching me from afar that kept me from losing my will to fight when I was about to fall!! It was your trust that granted me infinite strength, allowing me to bravely face powerful enemies!! Praise be to you, my great master, I will be eternally loyal to you, my master."

Loren's mouth twitched as he listened. He's flattering me, fine, but using parallel sentences? Did you write essays or something?

From what he said, it seemed Anor had gained an upgrade by killing enemies and relying on the system's leveling characteristics.

"Are you sure you gain strength after killing enemies?"

"Yes, Lord Loren, I am sure. This must be your magic, right? I knew it, you're not just any ordinary Noble!"

Loren's mouth twitched again as he looked at Anor, who was almost in a trance.

After regaining his composure slightly, he also felt a sense of emotion. This world was truly chaotic. People dared to openly snatch children from a place as sensitive as an orphanage.

"What about those children now? How did you arrange for them?"

Anor's excited expression faded significantly upon hearing this. After a moment of silence, he gritted his teeth and said, "Lord Loren, they have no family in this world. I brought each of them back from outside, so I wish to continue raising them. Of course, you don't need to worry too much. They will go out to beg for food. For the older ones, I will arrange for them to work as helpers in shops. There will always be a way for them to survive."

There will always be a way for them to survive.

Loren chewed on these words, his gaze softening considerably. "Once the Merchant Alliance is established, find a new place nearby to settle those orphans. I will find someone to teach them to read and write, and they can stay and help in the merchant guild in the future."

Anor's heart trembled, and his nose suddenly felt a sting. The Thief, who had not uttered a sound despite having several broken ribs last night, now had red eyes. His voice choked, "Thank you for your kindness, Lord Loren. You are the best person in this world."

Damn it, a grown man giving me a 'nice guy' card.

Loren glared at him good-naturedly, then leaned back in the carriage, no longer speaking.

Fiana, whose gaze was cold, heard Loren's words and her demeanor subtly softened. This man isn't entirely without merit. However, remembering how hostile Loren had become towards her after she had scolded him yesterday, any slight shift in her feelings was immediately thrown miles away. She turned her head away with a cold face, refusing to look at him.

Loren gave Fiana a baffled glance. He hadn't said a word to her, so why did she look at him as if he were a sinner? He then lazily ignored her and began to rest his eyes. Years of navigating the world had taught him never to try to figure out what girls are thinking, because sometimes, they don't even know themselves. They don't understand but want you to understand.