The light shone softly through the lattice, spilling into the spacious and luxurious living room, but Cordell's face was darkened by the soft light.

He sat silently on the couch, his eyes staring straight at Rogers on the other side, his mouth occasionally grinding his teeth.

Ferenwa had been sent away by his attendants for treatment, but fortunately his only son had not really been killed directly by Rogers, otherwise he would not have been able to imagine what he would have done because of this, let alone sit here in peace.

When Cordell heard that Rogers had kicked down the door, Cordell only laughed at Rogus for being uneducated, and then he sent Felenva to test this "sage" with a mixture of good and evil names.

But the situation that happened at the moment had completely exceeded all his expectations, and the child with a gentle smile in front of him was different from any nobleman he had ever dealt with before.

"If you leave now, I can assume that it didn't happen." Cordell took a deep breath, trying to suppress his emotions, and said in as calm a tone as he could.

He also wants to use the power of Count Braid to get his family a noble title, and as for Rogers' coming to make trouble, he wants to use it as a bargaining chip to help.

Suddenly, a faint laugh rang out, and Alina raised her hand to cover her lips slightly, revealing an uncontrollable smile.

She looked at Cordell curiously, her eyes not looking at people at all, but more like watching a harlequin perform a burlesque.

"Miss Alina, is there anything you should be happy about?" Cordell asked in a low tone, his brow furrowed, a slight annoyed blood red on his face.

"It's been a long time since I've heard such a funny joke, Mr. Cordell, what is it that emboldens you so much to say such things?

"You saw that not only did you not salute, but you further called Rogers by first and last name, don't you know that this offense alone can throw you into prison for reflection?"

She smiled slowly, and her expression became much more serious, as if she were kind enough to admonish her.

"We are here for friendly consultations, Mr. Cordell is a very good businessman, please don't treat people like strange toys." Rogers solemnly reminded Alina, and then turned to Cordell:

"I just want you to give up the development of the Scarlo Collection, and if there are any other difficulties in between, I also hope that you can help settle them, as long as you agree, I can also act as if this has not happened."

The man in front of him was a pig raised by his father, and if the situation allowed, Rogers didn't want to disrupt the family's plan too much.

He looked at Cordell's expression for a moment, and didn't have much time to think about it in his heart, so he stood up with his cane in his hand, raised his hand and lowered the brim of his hat slightly:

"Before tonight, I will see the Scarlo gathering return to its former appearance, and there will be no more miscellaneous distractions, and I hope that Mr. Cordell will end this matter as soon as possible, otherwise the next time I will visit, it may not be me, but the sheriff."

The words were finished, and just as Rog thought was leading Alina away, Cordell slowly got up.

His facial muscles trembled slightly, his furrowed brow and closed lips conveyed a sense of depression and dissatisfaction, and his entire face seemed to be shrouded in a shadow of shame and anger.

"Do you know that by giving such a wanton order, you are damaging the Count's plans and the future of the East?"

Cordell clenched his fists and spoke harshly, it was the first time he had been humiliated in such a way since he had formed the guild, and the person who humiliated him was only a hairy boy.

Rogers slowly turned his head, and after looking at Cordell's face, he knew that even if the other party was willing to compromise temporarily, he would definitely do something afterwards.

Immediately, he took out a family crest from his cuff, placed it in front of Cordell's eyes, and said casually as he slowly urged the magic inward:

"I suspect that the Cordells are suspected of tax fraud, and that they have committed malicious crimes against their servants, and I have summoned a team of Knights of Peace to arrest them in the name of Breed.

"Anyone who participates in the resistance can be killed on the spot."

Cordell's eyes flickered when he heard this, and his whole face seemed to be shocked by the sudden news.

The sound of horses' hooves as heavy and powerful as thunder stomped quickly from far and near, and the ground seemed to tremble from the collision of iron hooves.

"Cordell! What did you do?! ”

A rugged middle-aged man in a wide-brimmed hat and loose-fitting coarse cloth trousers strode into the living room, his eyes looking straight at Cordell.

"Mr. Laxa! You've come just in time! Please escort me and my son to the Earl of Breed's mansion first, we are going to see the Earl! ”

Cordell immediately came back to his senses after seeing Laxa's arrival, and asked anxiously in the face of this gold-level bodyguard whose family had spent a lot of resources to support.

He didn't expect Rogers to be so decisive, let alone figure out why Rogers could have such power.

"Cordell has violated the laws of the Empire, and you want to hinder Breed's law enforcement process?" Rogers asked with a smile as he looked at Laxa.

Laxa wanted to answer Koldel's request directly, but Rogers' words drew his eyes away.

At this point, Laxa was silent until Cordell anxiously stepped forward to ask for help, and several knights in armor rushed into the house and saluted Rogus with a beating of his chest.

"I'm sorry, you've provoked someone you shouldn't......" Laxa said with a long breath and a look of pity at Cordell.

When he looked at Rutgers, he was no longer looking at the Breed family, as Cordell was, but about Rogers himself.

Compared to civilians like Cordell, as a Gold-level Ranger, he can have more direct access to more about Rogers' influence in the wizarding world.

"You...... What do you say? Cordell's eyes widened, and he felt as if he hadn't fully understood the meaning of Laxa's words.

However, before he could say anything more, the two knights simply escorted him out of the waiting room.

"It's an honor to meet you, and thank you for not standing in the way." Rogus leaned over Laxa and thanked him slightly.

"I am also honored to meet the legendary sage himself." Laksa reached out and lifted the brim of his hat, his eyebrows showing uninhibited and heroic, and smiled back.

After no further troubles, Rogers and Alina returned to the Earl's Court.

With the heavy snowfall, the news of the arrest of the Cordell father and son quickly swept the east, and many large factory owners, agricultural contractors, and securities company owners in the construction guild took action.

They began to visit the lords from all over the world, especially in front of the Earl of Breed's house.

These self-proclaimed decent gentlemen of high society work together to try to free the Cordell father and son from their prisons.

The move is not only for Cordell, but also for themselves.

An earl's son can throw Cordell into prison at will, and even violently raid Cordel's property, but what about them?

The strong uneasiness prompted these people who had just enjoyed a good life to start desperately looking for a way.

But then the reality once again gave them a greater impact, and the aristocratic lords who were originally polite to them and even "responded" suddenly seemed to be a different person.

After paying a large number of gifts, they could not even get Cordell out of prison pending trial, except for the endless and meaningless social rhetoric of the nobles.

In addition, the "Interim Minting Council of the Eastern Border Unification Association" and the "Eastern Border Import and Export Supervision and Administration Council" have jointly established a new body called the "Market Supervision Committee" to regulate the trading of goods and financial activities in the Eastern market.

This is like a dog chain that suddenly descends, firmly tied to the necks of many big merchants in the construction guild.

Since then, many businessmen have woken up from a dream, and they have a more thorough understanding of what power is and where it comes from.

"Money is like snow, no matter how much it accumulates, it cannot become a solid land, and the earth that carries this snow is the ancient power.

"I don't know what to say about those factory owners who try to use soft snowflakes to urge the earth to change according to their hearts."

Rogers said with a chuckle as he stood at the top of the stargazing tower, resting on the stone eaves beside the tower with one hand and a black teacup in the other, overlooking the snow-covered Breed Collar.

Although he thought this was absurd, he didn't find it incredible, after all, in his previous life, there would have been occasional big capitalists like Kodel who burst with self-confidence and ended up disgraced and silent, not to mention the current world where education has not been effectively popularized.

After all, there is a huge difference between the world seen by the nobles and the world seen by the commoners, and it is the difference that these commoners can not recognize that makes the Cordell father and son.

"Did these rumors also whistle at your behest?" Alina asked curiously as she held a newspaper called the Daily Dawn, read its contents, and handed it to Rogers.

"No, it was my father's idea." Rogers took the newspaper and glanced at it, then replied.

The Daily Dawn is a newspaper formed by the aristocracy of the East, and its name is derived from the "Dawnbreak Movement" that Rogers launched after his Sunset Speech.

The press published that the emperor was forcing Rogers to marry him, trying to force Rogers to marry Princess Elias.

In response to this, the Earl of Breed and the lords of the Eastern Frontier launched a strong protest, denouncing the emperor for trampling on the ancient aristocratic traditions, an insult to the vassals, and contempt for their long-standing dedication and loyalty.

"Is that really okay?"

Alice, on the other side, looked at the extremely bold remarks in the newspaper and asked with some uncertainty.

"No problem, and the emperor should be very happy to see such a straightforward response, at least it can show that my father is still willing to respond, not honestly holding back." Rogers explained with a smile.

"I still don't quite understand." Alice frowned slightly, and her face couldn't help but show a look of confusion.

"If Earl Braider is willing to hold back honestly, then it means that the East must start to be dishonest, and such a simple matter must be told to you so clearly?" Alina looked sideways at Alice and said lightly.

Alice didn't hear it, and didn't start arguing with Alina about it, but continued to humbly ask Rogus about the joints.

Rogers was not impatient, and recounted Alice very carefully, after all, Alice will be exposed to more and more complicated matters in the future, and it is good to have a little more experience in this area.

Shortly after the beginning of the teaching, Hans suddenly went up to the tower to send a message that the priestess of the Santan tribe had secretly come to the Earl's Court and wanted to see Rogers.

After a while, Izriel, dressed in a brown cloak, came to the stargazing tower, and after taking off her hood, which had a little snow remaining, revealing her long dark brown hair, she went straight to Rogers, first stroked her chest and then said:

"First of all, I apologize for the rude behavior that Arkan has repeatedly provoked to you, and I pray that you will forgive the Santans for failing to dissuade him from madness.

"The second thing I want to tell you is that Arkan should have received a gift from the royal family and was promoted to the Silver Intermediate Rank.

"In recent days, he has had a change in him that even I can't see, and I speculate that this change comes from a dark creature, most likely a vampire."

Rogers couldn't help but rub his chin when he heard this, he had only agreed to Alkan's invitation to a duel a few days ago because of his planning, but he didn't expect this to happen unexpectedly.

He wasn't abrupt by the royal family's involvement, but vampires were a little weird.

The only vampire he'd ever come into contact with was Menas of Gerson, who seemed to claim to be of the blood of the True Ancestor.

But Rogus knew very well that beings of the level of True Ancestor had countless bloodlines of their own, and it was impossible for them to take revenge for Menas or anything like that, especially when it was mixed with the Holy Maiden's actions to fight against calamity.

However, even the goddess Izril could not see the changes, and the situation would certainly not be too simple.

The vast majority of dark creatures, while tending to fall, do not approach the bottomless pit or the Abyss of Discord, preferring to worship the ancestors of the races.

So according to this neutral setting, it is unlikely that there will be an element of faction conflict.

"Then does his strength surpass the golden rank?" Rogers pondered for a moment, then asked.

"It can't be." Izriel replied dryly.

Rogers slowly bowed his head when he heard this, as long as it was less than gold, it didn't make much difference to him whether it was a low-level or a high-level.

Even if he is sniped before he has time to open the field, he can go back to overtime and stop, and his life can always be saved.

"I ask that you forgive the Santan clan for their mistakes and not take your anger against Arkan on the entire clan." Izriel spoke pleadingly, as if she would be upset if she didn't hear Rogers' promise.

Rogers soothed softly, "Don't worry, I've never been angry with the Santans. ”

Looking at Izriel's gradually reassuring expression, he couldn't help but mutter: how could anyone be angry with him.

(End of chapter)