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Suppressing the restlessness within, he thought that if he ever had the chance to come into contact with a magician, he would definitely try it; perhaps he could awaken a magician's profession template.
"Boss, what should we do next?"
Hearing John's question, Redman pondered for a moment before turning to look directly into John's eyes.
"Do you trust me?"
John didn't know why, but logically he should have hesitated. Years of conditioning made it hard for him to follow blindly, yet coming to this world seemed to have influenced him somewhat. At that moment, he nodded decisively.
"You are my boss; I trust you."
"Then I will take this money and these orc corpses."
John answered firmly. "Alright, you're the boss; it's up to you."
Redman observed John without a hint of hesitation and then spoke up. "John, aren't you going to ask what I'm going to do with them? Aren't you afraid I might spend it recklessly?"
"Haha, you are my boss, and I'm your brother. How could I not trust you?"
John's words warmed Redman's heart. Although his situation in the White Family wasn't as dire as in knight novels, there was still plenty of intrigue and deception. John's sincerity moved him deeply; this was his brother who had risked his life for him.
"John, my brother, as the elder brother, I want to use this money and these corpses to exchange for a title for you and me."
"A title? Is that even possible? I still have some money here." With that, John took out the money he had been keeping close to his chest.
Redman firmly grasped John's hand. "Don't worry; it's enough. If it were someone else, it might not be sufficient, but with me, it's definitely enough. Your family is not a small noble house; the network of connections is sufficient."
Redman wasn't lying. If this matter were placed in the hands of other minor nobles, it would merely count as a kill in battle—gaining a bit more loot—but with his connections through the White Family, it was entirely different.
Take Grom as an example: for a minor noble, killing a Transcendent would simply be seen as taking down an opponent of equal rank. But for him, once he worked through the channels, it would be something else entirely.
What about someone like Grom who became a Transcendent at such a young age? That was pure genius! Moreover, the tattoos on his body proved he was from the War Song Clan. And what was the War Song Clan? It was one of the top ten tribes of the Beastman Empire.
With the support of the White Family, this situation changed dramatically. For instance, if you killed a Foundation Establishment cultivator in a cultivation world without any background to report it, it would simply be seen as killing an opponent of equal rank—maybe you'd receive some spirit stones or rewards.
But if it were Redman handling it, after going through the proper channels, it would be reported as having killed a true disciple from one of the top ten sects on the continent—still at Foundation Establishment level but with vastly different implications.
One must admit that having connections in high places made things easier. After spending three days running around Iron Will Fortress with everyone, Redman's first task was to send a message to Feiying.
In another world, there were also unique methods of communication. One such method involved using Iron Eagles with Beast Bloodlines—small in size but incredibly fast and remarkably enduring; they could fly hundreds of kilometers in a day.
Most prominent families would raise several pairs of these Iron Eagles.
In just two days, Redman and John received confirmation.
It was known that the family was in operation, and within ten days, there would be definite news.
"Boss, does this mean it's settled?" John asked, looking at Redman with a hint of confusion.
At that moment, Redman wasn't sure either. "Maybe? Who knows? Let's wait a bit longer; after all, it's just the beginning of the operation."
"By the way, how's our team doing?" Redman quickly changed the subject. He didn't want to continue discussing the previous promise; not having any news now felt like a slap in the face.
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