You Made Everyone Else Happy-What About You?

Back in the real world, Altair rubbed his throbbing temples with his fingers to relieve his mental fatigue.

Yesterday afternoon, after concluding his conversation with Old Clayton., Altair conducted weapons tests on the first batch of Mosin-Nagant missiles produced that morning.

After passing the test, it was handed over to Adam so he could go and make the deal.

Whether it was due to Adam's psychological manipulation or their genuine need for these "new weapons," everyone spontaneously completed weapons testing this morning and then approached Adam, demanding immediate trade and negotiations.

So after breakfast, Altair didn't have time to entertain Benson and went straight to Adam's Bone Church.

Of course, for the sake of secrecy, Adam still took control of the Corpse Cathedral, allowing Altair to conduct one-on-one transactions and negotiations with them.

Although these individuals hold high positions, they cannot make decisions on large-scale arms purchases by an "organization or country" entirely on their own.

Basically, after hearing Altair's terms, they would go offline to discuss them with his decision-makers, then go back online to deliver the results. This back-and-forth process resulted in Altair engaging in at least dozens of negotiations.

Once he had calmed down, Altair went straight to the Reception Hall.

As soon as they arrived at the Reception Hall, a servant, quite perceptive, opened the door. After Altair Reception Hall, Old Clayton led Benson to his feet and greeted him, "Good morning, Count Altair."

Altair nodded slightly, then casually found a seat and sat down, before glancing at the two people still standing.

Old Clayton then introduced him, "Count Altair, this is Mr. Moretti. Benson Moretti, whom I've been wanting to introduce to you."

"Benson, this is the new mistress of Morse Town, the daughter of the Baron Sheffield, and the Earl of Altair Earl Sheffield, personally bestowed the title by His Majesty King His Majesty George III."

After Old Clayton finished his introductions, Altair showed no intention of getting up. The difference in their social status was simply too great; even if the nobles knew of her impolite behavior, no one would call her rude.

After Old Clayton finished introducing them, Benson bowed to her and said, "Good morning, Count Altair. On behalf of my entire family, I extend my greetings to you."

Looking at the young man with an older-looking face, Altair chuckled, nodded, and gestured for the two to sit down.

He then said, "Benson Moretti, my old butler Clayton, has always praised you, calling you a rare talent."

"But unfortunately, I didn't sense anything special about you during this meeting."

Benson remained calm and did not rush to defend himself. Instead, he said, "Count Altair, I believe that the value of 'talent' does not necessarily lie in verbal communication, but in the ability to solve problems, the reliability of their actions, and the trustworthiness of others, among other things."

"I think Clayton Butler may have noticed some details in my work and thought I had a quality that others didn't, so he introduced me to you. But I also understand that in your eyes, these are still far from enough."

He paused, then added, "If you're willing to give me a chance, I will prove myself with results. I'm also aware of my shortcomings, but I think I will improve myself as soon as possible until I deserve your praise."

As Altair watched Benson fawn over him, he couldn't help but recall his own "past life." No... his past life wasn't even as good as Benson's. At least Benson supported his younger brother and sister through his own efforts.

Looking at him, Altair smiled and said, "Not bad, at least you're calmer than I expected."

Then, she asked curiously, "I heard you currently have a student at university studying history."

"I'm curious why he chose history as his major. After all, for children from poor families, history often means higher risks, slower returns, and narrower career paths."

"On the contrary, I have a better impression of your sister Melissa because she has chosen a more realistic path; as long as she does well in school, she won't have trouble finding a job."

Benson was slightly taken aback; he clearly hadn't expected the topic to suddenly shift to Klein and Melissa, but he quickly regained his composure.

Benson replied calmly, "Count Altair, Klein has loved reading since he was a child, especially history books. He often says that the past is like a mirror, allowing one to see the present clearly and think about the future."

Melissa herself loves mechanical design and has been working hard to become a mechanical designer.

Altair really hadn't expected this reason. Because of his interest, and with his older brother Benson willing to support him, she had initially thought it was because other majors were full or he had been forced to switch majors.

"I like it," Altair repeated softly, stating the reason. He then added, "History is a discipline that requires patience and time. For ordinary people, it's not always an easy path."

"If he's willing to change his major, I can write him a letter and ask his university to switch him. I think his university would be happy to do that for such a small thing."

Benson nodded, but did not answer Altair's question. Instead, he said, "Count Altair, our family is indeed not wealthy, and I have worried about his choice."

"But I think Klein should stick to doing what he truly loves."

After saying this, Benson displayed a humble yet assertive attitude towards Klein's change of major.

Altair cautioned, "Excessive idealism won't change reality. Sooner or later, he'll enter society and face issues like earning a living and putting food on the table. You can't support him forever."

"And what about you now that you've given in to him? My housekeeper told me you didn't have to work so hard; you could use your free time to improve yourself. But you chose to sacrifice your free time for a little more weekly pay. Look at you now; anyone who doesn't know your age would think you're over 30."

As he spoke, Altair's expression grew increasingly angry. "You've done everything for everyone, but what about you? Have you even thought about what you'll do in the future?!"

As he said this, Altair looked at Benson, who was standing silently in front of him, and said loudly:

"Go out!"

Sensing the change in Altair's expression, Old Clayton quickly stepped forward and escorted Benson to the door of the Reception Hall, saying, "Benson, go take a walk in the garden or the surrounding area to clear your head. I'll come find you later."

After seeing Benson off, Old Clayton returned. Once Altair had calmed down, he approached with a smile and asked, "Count Altair, what is your opinion on how to handle Mr. Benson?"

Looking at the grinning man before him, Altair said viciously, "Aren't you afraid I'll kill him right now or turn him into a lump of mud forever?"

Old Clayton said expressionlessly, "Both thunder and rain are blessings, and I believe that Count, is not his rebuttal, but rather his sense of responsibility towards his family."

"You even admire his sense of responsibility, but you don't allow him to abandon himself as a result."

"Let him go back." After saying that, Altair added, "Arrange a simple job for him that doesn't pay too much per week, but enough to cover the cost of moving. As for his further studies, that's up to him."

You can leave now.

Old Clayton chuckled and said to Altair, "Understood."

He then picked up a small gift box from the side and said to her, "This is a gift that the Moretti Family prepared for you."

After Altair received it, Old Clayton left the Reception Hall immediately.

After opening the gift box, Altair took a bite and said, "It tastes awful."