Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System-Chapter 335 - 159: Your Highness, He Has Already Gone Far Away
"There are two purposes for my return this time."
"Firstly, the White Crow Commerce Association in the Seventh District is now part of Weilu City. I intend to use it as a base to expand trade within Lorand City."
"I have established a blacksmith shop with over 1500 workers, capable of mass-producing 2-Star Armor."
"Secondly, I plan to purchase a batch of slaves to enrich the territory, and also to collect some books and knowledge..."
Firina chuckled lightly, her gaze playful.
"It seems meeting me was not on your list."
Lear winked at her.
"Naturally... Meeting friends doesn’t require a separate plan."
Feeling the casual and natural tone, Firina’s mood lightened a bit more.
She lifted a crystal goblet, gently swirled the blood-red wine, and gestured towards the young man in front.
"To our friendship."
Lear’s eyes smiled.
He raised the bottle, lifting it slightly.
"To friendship... and to tomorrow."
They raised their goblets and drank it down.
Then they exchanged glances, sharing a mutual smile.
Everything seemed to be understood without words.
Jasmine, standing nearby, felt perplexed by the subtle atmosphere between them, stepped forward and refilled the empty wine glasses.
But this time, neither of them paid any more attention to the fine wine.
"Equipment trade in Lorand City has always been the largest and most important module."
"It provides enormous tax revenue every year."
"Currently, high-tier equipment above 3 Stars is monopolized by seven major noble families."
"Low-tier equipment is operated by hundreds of commerce associations... The competition is fierce."
"But since you want to step into it, you must be prepared, so I won’t say much."
"Jasmine, go get a plaque customized, and gift it to the White Crow Commerce Association in my name."
Lear gave him a deep look.
These words carried significant weight.
Firina was vouching for him.
With this plaque from the Princess of Lorand City... Who would dare provoke the White Crow Commerce Association recklessly?
This simple act cleared most of the obstacles for him directly.
This is the weight of elite connections.
No wonder she’s his angel investor, such support.
"As for purchasing slaves, you’ll need to select them yourself. If you can’t find what you want, tell me... I have some connections in the Northern Territory."
"Books... I have quite a lot, if you need any aspect, I’ll have someone make copies for you."
Lear gave an intense gaze to the exceptional beauty in front.
"Your Highness."
Called once, said nothing more, but everything seemed to be understood without words.
Firina also smiled, not saying much.
The two didn’t interact frequently, but there was a unique tacit understanding.
The topic ended there, and Firina smoothly shifted it.
"Lord Lear, how’s the scenery in the Swamp? I only visited the wilderness a few times years ago... Now, due to certain reasons, I can’t venture there temporarily, it’s a bit regrettable."
"On the first visit to the Swamp, it was quite good. Weilu City offers a dazzling starlit sky at night, flowing with brilliance, it won’t disappoint."
"Moreover, the territory also has unique theatrical performances, I think Your Highness would certainly enjoy them."
"When Your Highness has some free time, you can visit."
Firina blinked.
"Really? How many have you invited?"
"If for friendship... You are the first."
Firina’s eyes crinkled.
The ensuing conversation turned light and engaging.
Often discussing amusing tales from the wilderness or some little-known fun in Lorand City.
The atmosphere was very congenial.
As for Lear’s purpose of visit... Firina had already essentially resolved it for him at the beginning.
What seems extremely challenging to ordinary people is, to those top figures, just a word.
Two hours later, the host and guest were delighted. Lear glanced at the sky and said goodbye.
Firina rose to send him off.
The two walked out the door together, side by side.
The moonlight cascaded down, enveloping them.
Firina’s long hair floated behind her, lending her an indescribable mystery; her aura was ancient and elegant, like an ancient goddess stepping out of a mural.
A luxurious yellow gown complemented her even more, enhancing the sense of dignity.
Her face exquisite and flawless, skin like winter snow, its whiteness contesting with the moonlight.
With graceful strides, the flowers and grasses around seemed to be injected with new energy, suddenly soaring, teeming with life.
Where she stood was the center of the world.
Captivating, thrilling.
Yet Lear, with a blood-red crown on his head and a shadow cloak flowing behind, matched it impeccably.
The young man’s vigor erupted assertively.
He bore the unique majesty and solemn temperament of an upper position, like a crowned king inspecting his territory.
Though their levels differed greatly, in terms of aura, they were equally matched.
Following behind, Jasmine felt an inexplicable sense of harmonious match.
Has anyone walked beside Her Highness like this over the years?
She racked her brains but couldn’t think of a single person...
Besides, how many can stand by Her Highness without being overshadowed?
None, not a single one.
Whether it’s the Duke’s heir or the Imperial Royal Family’s offspring, none at all!
The Northern Territory’s flower, the Griffin Empire’s genius Mage, and other glories were simply too dazzling.
Yet now, Her Highness has risen to Level 18, even making the old noble generation bow and maintain the utmost respect.
Without a word throughout, the two enjoyed the gentle evening breeze and the enchanting moonlight.
This not-so-short path seemed completed in the blink of an eye.
At the manor gate, the guard captain with a silver helmet, Rekell suddenly shrinked his pupils and bowed his head, feeling troubled. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
"Good night, Your Highness."
