"It's a pity we didn't take the first level of Saint Michael City. Otherwise, the wealth we gained might have exceeded that of the other six levels combined."
As Charlotte thought this, Archpriest Augsladin descended from the sky and interrupted his train of thought. The Archpriest said with a smile, "Mr. Mecklen, you must be very pleased."
Charlotte replied, "The pleasure is mutual!"
Archpriest Augsladin smiled faintly. Of course he knew what "the pleasure is mutual" meant. This infiltration of Saint Michael's Island had indeed been mutually gratifying!
Ban Lamorak, standing nearby, was even more stirred up and joined in the "mutual pleasure."
Charlotte knew that, as the son of a great noble, Ban Lamorak might not consider money particularly important. So he gave him a fleet and let him choose ten warships and as many sailors as he wished.
Ban Lamorak truly did not care about money, but he was deeply obsessed with accomplishing great deeds and surpassing his father. Yet no one believed this young lion could measure up to his father. No matter what he achieved, people would compare him to his father and conclude that he was still inferior to Count Lamorak.
Ban Lamorak did not protest, but whenever such things happened, a seed called "rebellion" sprouted in his heart. Charlotte had merely watered it, that was all.
Now that he possessed a fleet of his own, he, as the son of a great noble, could legally own this private fleet.
It was as though he had violently shoved open a door for Ban Lamorak, like opening Bilibili's dance section for a little boy who had never met a girl and did not even know what a mobile phone was.
Ban Lamorak occasionally felt grateful to Aurora. If not for Miss Soumei, he would never have