Was he satisfied with the Red-White Rose Family's gift?
To this question, Liszt did not waste a single word and replied enthusiastically, "Extremely satisfied. I gladly accept the Red-White Rose Family's friendship." Naturally, he was more than willing to befriend rich, generous friends like these.
Just receiving gifts now and then was enough to make one rich.
One had to know that the value of the Red-White Rose Family's gift already exceeded Flame Territory's entire annual output. Who knew how much white paper, sea salt, and glass would have to be sold to exchange for a massive fortune approaching five million Gold Coins? An ordinary Marquis family could not scrape together such a sum even if they sold the pots and smashed the pans.
Thus, the two chatted eagerly for a full hour. In the end, Liszt personally escorted Matthew to the gates of the castle, treating him like an old friend he had not seen for years.
"Your Highness, please stop here. Matthew will return to the embassy to rest for a while. We shall meet again this afternoon."
Liszt clasped Matthew's hand and gave it a vigorous shake. "All right, Matthew, go get some rest first. This afternoon, we will first hand over the diplomatic documents. Tonight, I will drink with you until we are both dead drunk!"
"Good, dead drunk!"
As Matthew departed, his steps were practically floating. He glanced at the Gray Cast Iron Dragon not far from Thorn Castle.
There was pride in his heart, along with a faint, irrepressible sense of superiority. "Though he has been favored by Knight's Glory, his talent crushes all the young people of the three great kingdoms, and he has miraculously ridden four dragons... in the end, he is still just a poor country bumpkin. Look at that shabby