Chapter 15: Seeking Opportunities
After dealing with the weakest bandit group, Ron led the Phylin tribe back to Windbird Town.
Though the bandit’s hideout held substantial treasure, carrying some back meant they could empty it in one go. The idea of secretly hiding things never crossed the Phylin tribe’s minds.
Just moving these items back to Windbird Town made them ecstatic. Otherwise, Ron’s coveted treasure might have been halved on the way back. By the way, there was also the bandit leader among the things they were transporting. The bandit leader had fallen into a deep unconsciousness and wouldn’t wake up for a while.
Ron hadn’t figured out the market for the bandit leader yet and was worried about wasting Windbird Town’s provisions.
It was troublesome. In this remote place, how could Ron get the people from the Norman Empire to take away this bandit leader?
“Mr. Ron! We’re back home!”
“Yeah! Home at last!”
“We’re going to find Dad to share our achievements!”
Although most of the Phylin tribe had wounds, they still looked energetic. Their optimism seemed quite normal because they could survive in the Wind Veil Basin. But Doran found it hard to be optimistic.
“Oh no! How can there be no one in this town?” Doran exclaimed, “I heard there was another town in the Wind Veil Basin.”
“There’s not even the last town left,” Ron casually replied.
“How did it come to this? No, my goodness,” Doran touched her forehead, looking like she was about to faint. “It’s like I saw my grandmother across the river.”
“Alright, stop acting. Who are you really?” Ron asked.
“Sir, haven’t I already introduced myself? I’m Doran.”
“Oh, oh, oh! I understand now. You want more specific details,” he exclaimed, slapping his hat as if suddenly realising.
“I am a gentleman from another country, seeking opportunities here,” he said triumphantly. “I heard that the Wind Veil Basin has a new lord through reliable underground channels.”
“Sir, do you know? A new territory, a new lord, it signifies opportunity!” He declared. “And I, Doran, as the future tycoon, must seize this rare opportunity.”
“Future tycoon? What are you now?” Ron sized up Doran.
“Me? Right now, I am the future tycoon,” Doran declared. “Present wealth doesn’t represent my future wealth.”
He was a poor fellow who had even struggled to gather the fare to come to the Wind Veil Basin. But he firmly believed that he would soon become a tycoon, so he paid great attention to his image.
Background? Oh, Doran himself already has an impressive background.
“By the way, Mr Ron, I found a book by the cave’s edge,” Loloan interjected, handing a certain book to Ron, “I can’t read it. Do you know what it is?”
“‘Noble Romance in the Norman Empire,’ by Doran,” Ron read the title while glancing at Doran. “You wrote this?”
“Yes, but I haven’t written this kind of book in a long time,” Doran spread his hands. “Because it doesn’t make money, you can get seriously locked up for it.”
Now he finally knew Doran’s background – he was the adult literature author.
“Where did you hear about Lordship over the Wind Veil Basin?” Ron asked.
You should know that Lady Mercury only gave him the official documents a few days ago, and he had been in the Wind Veil Basin for only a few days.
“How could an author of adult novels know about this so quickly?”
“There aren’t too many people in the nobility who sell insider information,” Doran wagged her finger, “So, sir, did you also come to the Wind Veil Basin seeking opportunities because you heard there’s a new lord here?”
“If that’s the case, we can definitely collaborate,” he seemed to have thought of something, “Even if we part ways in the future, that’s a matter for the future.”
Doran felt that the probability of finding like-minded individuals was very low, and it was highly likely that people working together would eventually part ways.
“But that doesn’t matter! As long as both parties have gained something, it’s good.”
“The lord you mentioned is me,” Ron said suddenly and coldly.
“Oh, sir, what are you saying? I think I must be having auditory hallucinations,” Doran laughed heartily.
Doran had just heard Ron said that he was the lord—how could such a thing be possible?
Ron’s outfit looked similar to a beggar’s and didn’t exude any noble aura.
“The so-called lord should speak like him and dress like a noble. Even if not a noble, the behaviour and manners should be like a noble.”
“I’m telling you, I am the lord of the Wind Veil Basin,” Ron said once again.
Doran painfully slapped her own ears. “Oh, oh, my auditory hallucinations are getting worse.”
This time, Ron didn’t say anything. He just looked at Doran with a subtle expression. From the beginning, he felt that Doran was not a normal person.
“Why did he feel that way? Firstly, Doran’s way of speaking was not normal.”
“Lady Moluna, you are my witness. Lord Ron is the great lord. Do you have any objections?” Moluna said coldly.
She had been listening to the conversation between Lord Ron and Doran all the way, and when she noticed Doran looking down on Lord Ron, she finally couldn’t help but interrupt Doran.
“If it weren’t for the depletion of magical power, Moluna would have definitely treated Doran to a good meal.”
“Mr. Ron, are you really the lord of the Wind Veil Basin?” Doran asked cautiously.
Ron still didn’t speak, just glanced at him again, letting him comprehend the meaning of that look.
“No! Mr. Ron… Lord!” Doran hurriedly hugged Ron’s thighs. “It’s my fault for being shortsighted! Please forgive me!”
Who could have imagined that Ron would be the lord of the Wind Veil Basin? If you had said Ron was a third-rate mercenary, Doran would have been more inclined to believe it.
After all, Ron didn’t exude the aura that someone of high status should have. He was no different from an ordinary passerby.
“How could an author of adult novels know about this so quickly?”
“There aren’t too many people in the nobility who sell insider information,” Doran wagged her finger, “So, sir, did you also come to the Wind Veil Basin seeking opportunities because you heard there’s a new lord here?”
“If that’s the case, we can definitely collaborate,” he seemed to have thought of something, “Even if we part ways in the future, that’s a matter for the future.”
Doran felt that the probability of finding like-minded individuals was very low, and it was highly likely that people working together would eventually part ways.
“But that doesn’t matter! As long as both parties have gained something, it’s good.”
“The lord you mentioned is me,” Ron said suddenly and coldly.
“Oh, sir, what are you saying? I think I must be having auditory hallucinations,” Doran laughed heartily.
Doran had just heard Ron say he was the lord—how could such a thing be possible?
Ron’s outfit looked similar to a beggar’s and didn’t exude any noble aura.
“The so-called lord should speak like him and dress like a noble. Even if not a noble, the behaviour and manners should be like a noble.”
“I’m telling you, I am the lord of the Wind Veil Basin,” Ron said once again.
Doran painfully slapped her own ears. “Oh, oh, my auditory hallucinations are getting worse.”
This time, Ron didn’t say anything; he looked at Doran with a subtle expression.
From the beginning, he felt that Doran was not a normal person.
“Why did he feel that way? Firstly, Doran’s way of speaking was not normal.”
“Lady Moluna, you are my witness. Lord Ron is the great lord. Do you have any objections?” Moluna said coldly.
She had been listening to the conversation between Lord Ron and Doran all the way, and when she noticed Doran looking down on Lord Ron, she finally couldn’t help but interrupt Doran.
“If it weren’t for the depletion of magical power, Moluna would have definitely treated Doran to a good meal.”
“Mr. Ron, are you the Wind Veil Basin lord?” Doran asked cautiously.
Ron still didn’t speak, just glanced at him again, letting him comprehend the meaning of that look.
“No! Mr. Ron… Lord!” Doran hurriedly hugged Ron’s thighs. “It’s my fault for being shortsighted! Please forgive me!”
Who could have imagined that Ron would be the lord of the Wind Veil Basin? If you had said Ron was a third-rate mercenary, Doran would have been more inclined to believe it.
After all, Ron didn’t exude the aura that someone of high status should have; he was no different from an ordinary passerby.
