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When the plot-skips players into the game world

Chapter 540

Chapter 540: Chapter 421: The City of Void Chapter 540: Chapter 421: The City of Void Geront knew Aiwass was busy, so after they finished talking, he politely took his leave and departed.

Objectively speaking, Geront’s presence helped Aiwass solve many troubles.

Grey Green obviously knew something about Geront’s background, and the trouble and cunning Aiwass showed when negotiating with Mr.

Gold Coin relieved her from the need to probe Aiwass further.

In this way, it simultaneously saved time and energy for both parties.

Unlike the large orders from Geront that involved national core policy, Miss Grey Green’s demands were quite straightforward.

She simply hoped that Aiwass would take on the role of the new chairperson of the Lohar Society, thereby stabilizing those Avalon merchants whose minds were starting to wander.

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â€”â€”The Lohar Society, as a merchants’ consortium, had members who were all merchants, and merchants are not known for their loyalty.

Once they confirmed that the Lohar Society was being targeted by the upper echelons, those merchants would not hesitate to abandon it.

But that doesn’t mean they wouldn’t gather together again.

They would simply rally around another group and form a new merchants’ consortium…

maybe with a new name, like the “Skyscraper Society” or the “Crown Prince Society.”

Perhaps it would be aboveboard, but more likely it would be done in secret.

But fundamentally, the nature of these organizations is the same.

And different factions will inevitably try to vie for a say, leading to instability and changes in the environmentâ€”â€”fairly speaking, merchants with resources definitely prefer as much stability as possible.

At this time, if Aiwass, as the Minister of the Department of Care of Magical Creatures, could become the Chairperson of the Lohar Society, it would undoubtedly send a very friendly signal to these merchants: the Round Table Hall perhaps did not wish for the Lohar Society to dissolve, but merely wanted to get their hands in the pie.

The logic of merchants is always the same.

They’re not afraid of bargaining or asking for too much; they’re afraid you don’t even want to talk.

Aiwass had joined the Lohar Society some time ago, the Moriarty Family had been in commerce for generations, and his foster father, James Moriarty, was a senior member of the Lohar Society.

He was undoubtedly the best choice.

For Aiwass, this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Instead of letting those rats gather in unseen corners to cause trouble, it was better to keep them under his watchful eye.

And with Grey Green acting as his agent, Aiwass could finally exert his influence over the gangs of the Lohar District.

To those gang members living in the mud, the decrees issued by the lofty Round Table Hall were basically useless.

If he didn’t want to resort to the “kill them all” approach of The Execution King Tudor III, he would have to control them through channels recognized by the gang members themselves.

Besides, they served another significant purpose for Aiwass.

If possible, Aiwass even wanted to help Grey Green expand her influence.

Ideally, he wanted to integrate all the underground gangs in the country into a single entity.

â€”â€”When Geront sent his “construction crew” to Avalon to build the railroad, these gang members would come in handy.

Locals know their own business, and the local rules apply.

Building a railroad is ultimately good for all of Avalon, allowing the Troll construction crew to work for free brings no harm, but this may not be without hostility and obstruction from the local populace.

After all, Trolls are too ugly, and Avalon too conservative.

Some inhabitants of remote towns also do not understand the significance of railroads, and the construction process will inevitably pass through many living areasâ€”many lands and houses will need to be appraised and redeemed by Avalon…

Geront definitely won’t cover these expenses.

If someone realizes the necessity of the railroad for Avalon, there will inevitably be some with ill intentions who inflate the price, extort additional benefits, or even band the whole town together to repeatedly increase the price, or take money from the Star Antimony or the Irisflower People to destroy the railroad.

And these are things that Avalon really isn’t well suited to handle directly through official means.

Previously, such violent acts were handled by the Supervisory Bureau.

But because of this, many people were very fearful of the Inspector General, and had a lot of hostility towards the Supervisory Bureau.

Whether interfering, protecting, or surveilling, these gang members were much more useful than the Supervisory Bureau’s staff.

The spread of information was also much faster than through official channels; many things that Aiwass and Isabel found inconvenient to handle could be entrusted to Miss Grey Green.@@novelbin@@

And if she had a way to legitimize these people, it would be like giving the local gang members a chance to start anew.

In Avalon, which was about to have many legal job positions, this was a very attractive promise.

Grey Green was smart.

Without needing Aiwass to explain repeatedly, she quickly understood what she needed to do and what she could gain from it.

When two smart people eliminate the nuisance of mutual probing, efficiency becomes very high.

By the time Aiwass and Grey Green finished their conversation, it was still far from noon.

Afterward, Aiwass returned to the Hall of Silver and Tin to rest for a while, and took the opportunity to bathe and don a new set of clothes.

Although his wounds had healed, his collar still had bloodstains.

If Isabel saw it, she might worry, so it was better not to tell her about it.

After changing, Aiwass went directly to Isabel’s bedroom to wait for her return.

They arrived almost one after another, and while Aiwass’s hair still bore traces of dampness, Ligeia ushered Isabel in hurriedly.

“Long time no see, Your Majesty the Queen.

Have some hot red tea first,”

Aiwass said softly, lifting his head.

It was not yet lunchtime, and he was methodically enjoying his warm red tea.

Seeing Isabel enter, still in her formal dress, he poured two more cups for Isabel and Ligeia as well.

The tea was infused with a bit of ginger, a good amount of sugar, and bergamot essential oil personally blessed by Aiwass.

It was less a cup of tea than a potion, drinking it alone was enough to restore some vigor.

Lily took the glass teapot, which was running low on tea, from Aiwass’s hands to refill it.

Isabel, on the other hand, did not drink tea.

After removing her crown, she somewhat unceremoniously sat directly across from Aiwass and slumped over the table, looking utterly exhausted.

She crossed her arms and laid her head upon them, much like someone who wanted to rest for a bit during a break in class.

“How is the taste, Ligeia?”

Aiwass watched Ligeia, who was standing almost as tall as he was sitting, down the tea in one gulp and teased her casually, “Would you like some milk with that?”

Ligeia quipped back, “If possible, I’d actually like to add some beer.”

“Why not give it a try?

It might turn out to be quite delicious.”

Aiwass encouraged Ligeia, “Add some oranges and ginger, boil it with beer, or even red wine could work; or just throw some mint and ice cubes into the beer and black tea mix, I think it might taste pretty good.”

“You’re right,” Ligeia seemed genuinely tempted, “I’ll give it a go in a bitâ€”will you drink it if I make it?”

“I wouldn’t mind.”

Aiwass laughed, “You prepare the drinks, and we’ll have Her Majesty join us.

Your Highness seems quite fatigued; it’s the perfect time to sip a little wine and then enjoy a sweet nap.”

“If Her Majesty is also going to drink, I’ll have to be more conservative with the ingredients…

Lily, come help me!”

With a smile, Ligeia said her piece, her head bobbing as she left Isabel’s bedroom, leaving Aiwass and Isabel alone for a private conversation.

Aiwass watched her and Lily hurrying away, then he shook his head slightly.

Sometimes, Aiwass wasn’t quite sure if Ligeia’s emotional intelligence was high or low.

As he watched Isabel lying motionless on top of the table, as if asleep, Aiwass reached out and gently touched her head.

Feeling the warmth and smoothness of her hair brushing past his fingertips like smoke, Isabel gave no reaction.

“You’ve worked hard, Isabel.”

Looking at Isabel, who lay still and quiet as if dead on the table, Aiwass gently shook her shoulder, then spoke softly, “Be good, drink your tea first…

And then go change your clothes.”

“…Aiwass.”

Isabel’s muffled voice came through her arms, “This is the first time I’ve been allowed to leave Glass Island since I was born.”

“I know,” Aiwass whispered.

“I thought I would be very excited…”

As she spoke, Isabel lifted her head.

She was holding her face, supporting her forehead with both hands.

She wasn’t crying, just looking extremely tired.

Not from lack of sleep or overwork, but from experiencing immense pressure for the first time.

Aiwass passed the tea over, and Isabel finally lowered her hands and took it.

She quickly drank the tepid tea in the cup in two swigs, reviving her spirits slightly.

Putting the empty cup back on the tray, Isabel suddenly asked, “Have you been to places beyond Glass Island, Aiwass?”