Volume Two: The Iron Baron Chapter 223: The Journey to Vallombure (7)
"Hmph!" Balian snorted softly and said to Viscount Raul: "I don't dare to kill people near Wallonburg, but I have been so wronged and I must ask for an explanation. Otherwise, I will wait until I face him.
When you meet the monarch, tell him something?"
Hearing that Balian was going to tell the monarch about this matter, Viscount Raul's already pale face became even more ugly at this moment. He quickly smiled and said: "Baron Balian, my good brother, this matter is between our father and son."
They are not right, but it is easy for us to discuss it. I can give you any compensation you want. How about ten thousand dinars?"
"Hahaha!" Balian laughed, "What a generous act. I heard that Viscount Raul spent more than 50,000 dinars to build your mansion in Valombre. There are usually two houses in the city.
Mistress, my annual expenses are about 10,000 dinars, so you are treating me like a beggar."
Viscount Raul quickly waved his hand to show that he didn't mean it. He turned pale and red with anxiety and explained to Balian: "Baron Balian, I haven't finished what I said just now. The ten thousand dinars are just to compensate you for your horses and entourage."
In order to express my apology for your injury, I am willing to give you fifty thousand dinars!"
After finishing speaking, he gritted his teeth and said to Balian: "Are you satisfied with this price? The annual profit dividend I give to some powerful barons in the palace is only fifty or sixty thousand dinars. Lord Balian, please don't be too greedy.
"
Balian looked at the old fox thoughtfully, and then responded to him: "Since you said so, fifty thousand is fifty thousand. After all, I, a poor lord in the northern forest wasteland, can take this money, even if
It’s the God of Fire who protects me.”
Seeing that Balian had understood his thoughts, Viscount Raul had an awkward smile on his face. However, seeing that Balian would no longer increase the price with him, he breathed a sigh of relief and then raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
But Balian's next words made the sweat he had just wiped off break out again. He really didn't expect that this twenty-year-old young baron was really difficult to deal with.
"Sir Viscount, the 50,000 dinars can be considered as the dissatisfaction with you has been eliminated. Let's have a good talk about the dissatisfaction with your son. Don't worry, I will never embarrass him. We will just talk normally."
As he spoke, Balian stepped forward and put his sword on Sir Yellen's neck with one hand, and gave Sir Yellen a slap with the other hand. The slap was very hard. After the slap, Sir Yellen's face became swollen.
"Baron Balian, what you did is too much!" Seeing his son being beaten into a pig's head, Viscount Raul also became violent. He had never been so humiliated in his life. He was the one who bullied him.
No one else has ever bullied him.
But today, I was humiliated by a twenty-year-old young man. Not to mention, this young man also humiliated and beat his heir in front of me. No matter how well-behaved Viscount Raul was, at this time
I couldn't bear it anymore.
Balian glanced at Viscount Raul with a smile, then put his sword on Viscount Raul's neck and asked: "Oh, it seems that your respected Viscount, you are not satisfied with my approach? Do you also want to
Experience it?"
Sir Yellen, who had half his face swollen and his mouth full of blood, could no longer hold back. He glared at Balian fiercely and cursed angrily: "You are a bastard raised by your female cousin, a cross between a pig and a dog.
Beast, dirty wild ass, you..."
Before Sir Yellen could finish his oral gymnastics, Balian kicked him in the stomach. Sir Yellen's performance of spitting out sweet fragrance came to an abrupt end in unbearable pain. He rolled on the ground with a look of pain on his face.
"That's enough!" Viscount Raul looked at his son groaning in pain on the ground with distress, and yelled. He knew that the father and son were really carrying him this time.
Viscount Raul looked at Balian coldly, "Tell me, whatever your conditions are, as long as they are not something we can't do, we can negotiate. I admit, our father and son are on board this time!"
"I like talking to smart people without any effort. You said, if you had figured it out earlier, I wouldn't have done these things, and Sir Yellen wouldn't have to suffer such a big sin." Balian turned around and returned to his seat.
He sat down and said calmly to Viscount Raul.
"Hi!" Viscount Raul sighed, glanced outside the room, shook his head and said, "It's all because of my overestimation, and it's also because I dote on Yellen too much. I can give him all the trouble he has caused me since I was a child.
After settling the matter, now he finally met someone who made him suffer a lot.
Okay, let’s not talk about these messy things, just tell me, I want to hear what your conditions are?”
Balian smiled and said, "I guess you must be thinking that I will ask for more dinars, and I will ask you for one hundred thousand dinars or more."
"Oh? Isn't it?" Viscount Raul responded with a wry smile.
Balian stood up, walked to the door of the house, looked at the clear sky outside, and after a long time said to him: "Maybe you don't believe it, but the reality is that I don't lack dinars, but
The ones I have are cattle, pig iron, and cotton, and I want you to provide me with some."
When Viscount Raul heard this, he was stunned, but he soon figured it out.
"Yes, if you don't lack, we won't lose the two boatloads of things we had in Bangshui Town last year." Viscount Raul responded.
Balian nodded, "Yes, I did it. I want to thank you for sending me slave labor and so many supplies. Looking at it this way, Viscount Raul is my great benefactor. Without you,
Nolandenburg must have been very sad last winter."
"Huh!" Viscount Raul let out a long breath. He wanted to try his best to calm down his angry mood, so as not to get into another argument with Balian, the bastard. Otherwise, it would still be the father and son who would suffer.
"Tell me how much you want, and I'll give it to you!" Viscount Raul gritted his teeth and looked at Balian and said.
"No more, I want five loads of cotton, five loads of canvas, five loads of cowhide, one hundred thousand pounds of pig iron and one hundred oxen. Send someone to deliver the pig iron and oxen to Fort Norandenburg," Balian said.
Not asking for much, but in fact the lion is really open to talk.
Viscount Raul's eyes widened when he heard this. He smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Isn't that much? You might as well just ask for one hundred thousand dinars."
Balian shook his head when he heard this and told him categorically: "I want these things!"
At this time, Sir Yellen, who had received a strong kick from Balian, also got up. He held his stomach and said to Viscount Raul with a pale face: "Father, we cannot agree to this condition. This thing is too big."
Too many!"
"Hahaha! How can we show the generosity of Viscount Raul's family in Lidaburg if we don't have many things? You have earned so much money over the years, and now you can't bear to spend even a little bit of it.
How come this level of generosity is not comparable to that of someone from a poor place like me who comes here to beg for food?" Balian said sarcastically.
"You...you...you are extremely shameless!" Sir Yellen pointed at Balian and shouted angrily. This chapter has been completed!