Chapter 168 Marquess Windsor
Averagely, it would take him a month to reach 4% without much effort. But if he truly put effort, he would take much less time.
"Taking into account everything I have... I only need half a minute for each percentage, for the first 10% of comprehension." He thought, and immediately switched to it.
Half a minute later, his Void Law ascended.
5%.
He then continued for three and half days, when the Void Law also reached 99% comprehension.
At the same time, he realized that as the Embodiment of the Void, reaching 99% even as a mortal, was possible.
The Void was a part of him after all.
"..."
Once more, he ignored the notifications from The Primordial Source, and instead consolidated his foundation.
A mortal... one who was still but a Myth, had two almost perfected laws within his arsenal. Such a feat was beyond impossible, thus why his Bloodline boiled in excitement..
He felt strangely happy, strangely at fulfillment for his little achievement. One that was, still not enough to satisfy his blood's desire.
"..."
But most importantly, his blood boiled happily due to the changes that took place during the span of three days he was in seclusion.
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Two days ago.
Avarice City.
Within the high district region where the city lord stayed, there was a territory that was previously used for nobleman bored activities.
Playing games, watching hunting festivals, dancing, gambling, all kinds of activities that could lighten up the mood, took place here.
Within the territory, there was a region full of buildings, another one made up of a forest, the third consisting of a open space garden full of beauty, and the last location was where the noblemen left their coaches and carriages.
The central area was where the reception building was located.
This entire place used to be owned by a family of Marquess Windsor. This establishment was open every weekend, and entry was two gold coins per person.
Then taking into consideration the activities within, a single person might spend 150 gold coins with a single visit.
And he received at most a thousand visitors every weekend. The money he made every time was immense. In a year, his family would amass eight million gold coins.
Ever since they established this whole person, the Windsors have sored in status, and became one of the top five richest families within Avarice, and top ten within the whole of Shade.
William Windsor was quite happy.
He would never sell such a method away. A money making scheme that brings him eight million gold coins per year? Hah, he'd rather die first before he sold this.
And yet... these brats didn't seem to buy it.
"...What do you say, sir Williams?" The lady amongst them, an extremely beautiful red haired lady, spoke to him with a smile.
"..."
A smile so charming, he felt lost for words.
At first, he wanted to use this establishment to tempt her into marrying his son, but after their suggestion... he threw that idea out the window.
They were insane.
"Look here, kids. I cannot, nor will I, sell you this territory. Firstly, the money I make is worth it. Secondly, it took us millions to build everything here. Let alone the funds we used to buy this territory, that is accessible by all nobles of all kinds." He said, his tone a bit softened.
William Windsor.
He was a man of average height, with a bit descent charm. He had a bundle of caramel curly hair, alongside a small goatee.
His fashion sense was perfect, and his bearing up there. But his greatest feature were his eyes, his dark purple eyes, that were a sign he was not bred within this Stronghold.
Nay, the whole Windsor family wasn't.
"We hear you, sir William." The boy amongst the two spoke. He had golden blonde hair, clear blue eyes, and charm so high, just his smile alone made it annoying to look at.
At least, for William.
Yet still with his relaxed smile, the boy continued, "The Windsor Palace makes about eight million gold per year, right? And it's business will not fall for the coming few years. At the least. Oh, and under normal circumstances, too."
He said, his eyes shining with joy, while William's dulled down. But he still continued, "Nobody knows how long its glory will last. What's born, ultimately dies, after all. Same to establishments, and households."
"Perhaps in ten years? Twenty years? Or maybe fifty? Nobody knows. But what rises up, will find its way down..." The boy said, and William's expression sank.
These brats.
Were they blatantly threatening him?
The crimson haired girl then continued, "But the Windsor Palace is still standing tall and healthy for now. Full of vibrancy."
"Which is why we would like to buy it out of your hands at a worthy price. Ten million gold per year, for thirty years. Tax free. That's three hundred million gold coins tagged onto the Windsor family." The boy added.
"It's better than the net worth you make every year, tax excluded." The girl followed up, the boy picking up where she left, "It's almost 43% more than what you could make. It's a good deal."
"An amazing deal." Chirped the girl, before she added once more, "It's a great offer and all, but we'd still like to hear what you think after all, oh great lord Windsor."
All smiles, she gave the microphone to him, while the boy, all smiles as well, did not say anything.
They just silently stared at William Windsor.
"..."
At the man who had an expression that seemed as if he ate dog shit. These brats... He thought, not knowing what to say.
One was a princess. Now a representative of Romania, an entire nation.
The other was a prince, now his current city lord.
They came here clearly prepared to back him down in a corner. He had no choice here. Even when he knew, subconsciously, that he'd lose out with this trade.
He had to agree.
'The Windsor Palace was previously estimated to stand for more than a hundred years. But with the changes occurring everywhere, it might not make even ten.' He thought to himself, considering the offer.
Yes, consideration.
Their offer was quite tempting. He would obtain funds worth him working and managing this shitload of work for thirty years, without doing anything at all.
Plus, this was without tax.
He would make ninety million more gold, than normal. It was as if he would obtain enough funds rivaling him working for forty three years, instead of thirty years.
'Plus, I can probably start up a proper business suited for this new age, with all that money. And letting these brats buy this off without much of a haggle, will establish proper relations between us. To add, theres the mysterious Silver household that supports them.' He came to a conclusion, as he nodded towards Fiona and Adonis.
"...I thought about it, and I have to agree. But, instead of ten million gold, I'd like twelve million. After all, nobody knows whether my Windsor Palace will fall before thirty years or not." He responded as such.
He was not going to let this opportunity go, as he will benefit more from it, if he could. "As the city lord said, what if it lasts for fifty years? Or a hundred? I need to... be... com–compensated..?"
But as he spoke, William felt words refuse to leave his mouth, as he exchanged gazes with the two smiling before him. They had pure genuine smiles, and yet he felt chills down his spine.
"Lord Windsor, you play too much." Fiona said with a chuckle, her mere voice unnerving William. He suddenly felt more at unease.
And his fears were proved to have a base when Adonis continued, "I guess ten million was too much for you, sir Windsor. Our apologies. Will nine million gold per year do?"
"Huh..?"
"A no go? Will eight million suffice?" Fiona continued the inquiry, feigning confusion and concern.
"Ah, huh..? N–No... Ten... ten million will do. It will–"
"Great!!" Adonis vibrantly nodded his head as he finalized the deal, "In that case, eight million gold, for thirty years. Ah, the tax free effect still applies. So hopefully, you make some profit." He said, a smile still on his face.
"..."
These brats... had no intention to buy the establishment at ten million gold!!
William thought as such, as looking up at their happy visages, then at the young knight behind them, whose presence was quite... terrifying. William lowered his head in silence.
He learned a new, no, two new lessons today.
One, greed, was an enemy of mankind. Two, those in power, sure were scumbags. Him included.
"Pleasure doing business with you, sir Williams." Adonis bid farewell as he stood up to leave. Fiona following after him.
'Pleasure my ass... you brats scammed me.' But Williams thought otherwise. But he still sent the two off, professionally.
He did not feign any smiles. He did not bother doing so during the meeting, nor when he sent them off. "Take care, your highnesses. I hope to never meet you again."
He waved as the royal coach of Adonis left the Windsor Palace. "...I wonder why you want this place so bad. Its popularity was already decreasing. And it might not last for twenty years to come."
He wondered. But then gave up a moment later, as regardless, he profited from this trade. "Usually such things take time... but as the city lord, he will probably claim ownership next week at the earliest."
He sighed to himself. Luckily for him, today was a week day. Unfortunately though, he will have to notify his costumers not to bother making rounds here anymore.
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