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"The price for asking me to take action, you should be aware of it. Recently, there have been a few small fry from the Thieves Guild bouncing around here, seemingly looking for someone. To avoid being discovered, I have to keep a low profile, after all, the Thieves Guild has not yet rescinded their bounty on me."
The middle-aged man Benson spoke in a low voice, seemingly displeased that the old man found him at this time.
The old man chuckled lightly and waved his hand.
"Benson, they are just a few low-level thieves. With your strength and stealth techniques, those Thieves' Guild fellows wouldn't even notice you. This time, I offer 0 Silver Kall for you to take action once. Regardless of success or failure, this amount will be yours. What do you say?"
Benson stood still without responding, his brow slightly furrowed as if he was hesitating.
Seeing this, the old man cursed inwardly, knowing that the other party was trying to raise the price. He said helplessly, "You must understand that our Thunderous Merchant Guild places great importance on the student quota for the Holy Light Academy; the Qualification Challenge cannot afford any mistakes.
This young man named Brent possesses considerable strength and has seriously threatened Young Master Reno. No matter what, I must eliminate him. If you are unwilling to take action, I will have to look elsewhere."
Benson raised an eyebrow, his gaze becoming sharper as he stared at the old man, remaining silent for a while as if waiting for more information.
The old man smiled wryly and shook his head, appearing quite troubled by the other's demeanor.
"This young man has the Aldra Family backing him; it's quite tricky. If we act while he is on his way back to his family estate, their family guards and the patrols of Sparta City will be a hassle. Once entangled, you know the saying about not killing the snake? The Aldra Family's Fury can burn down all of Sparta City. Moreover..."
At this point, the old man's tone paused as he looked at Benson with a smile and pondered, "Moreover, they will likely pay even more attention to Brent's safety. At that time, it would be troublesome to act again."
Benson showed no signs of surprise; he had already considered everything the old man mentioned. He knew that what followed would be crucial; everything before was just filler.
After glancing at the calm Benson, the old man spread his hands casually and said, "Therefore, you are truly the most suitable candidate for this matter. I genuinely hope you can agree to it. Others would likely find it very difficult to accomplish. If you are unwilling to take action, it would indeed be a regrettable situation."
After finishing his speech, the old man quietly awaited Benson's response, his expression calm as if he were not worried about rejection.
Benson stood in place pondering for a moment before finally speaking: "Fifty Silver Kall." His tone was steady and powerful, carrying a decisive quality.
"Alright. It's a deal." The old man's smile gradually widened; although he had anticipated that Benson would agree, he still felt a surge of excitement.
"I will take action tonight. Regardless of success or failure, I will give you an answer tomorrow, and also, take away what belongs to me." Benson slowly turned around, his figure gradually disappearing into the air. His words gently echoed in the narrow staircase corridor, quickly dissipating as the wind blew.
With Benson's promise, the old man felt reassured. With Benson's strength, attacking a Low-Level martial artist would be a piece of cake.
Although the Aldra Family had strict defenses, for Benson, aside from a few restricted areas that were difficult to enter, he could go anywhere else.
Evening.
At the Aldra Family residence, the spacious living room was bustling with activity. Warren Earl and his many wives, along with numerous children, gathered together for dinner. The guest of honor was Bu.
Everyone surrounded a large rectangular dining table. Warren Earl sat at the head of the table, the Countess at the upper left side, while Bu took the upper right position. After that, everyone took their seats in order of age.
Many servant maids waited in the corners of the living room, ready to serve.
Tonight, Bu was the main character. As everyone raised their glasses and toasted him repeatedly, praises and congratulations poured in. Warren Earl's wives took turns to toast him, causing Bu to feel dizzy from all the drinking; he was on the verge of collapsing. Wendy watched anxiously from the side.
Bu achieved first place in the second round of the Qualification Challenge, a remarkable accomplishment that served as a great start and a golden opportunity.
The already renowned Aldra Family would become even more illustrious after today, solidifying their status within Crook Duchy.
As the head of the family, Warren Earl would also gain more weight in his future dealings; his standing among the nobility in Crook Duchy would rise accordingly.
Warren Earl was extremely pleased today; he even sent a message to inform his eldest son Kevin, who worked far away in the imperial capital.
"Come on, Nephew, let me toast you. You… have brought honor to our Aldra Family today."
Warren Earl's face was flushed as he slurred his words, raising his wine glass to toast Bu.
"Ah, Father, look at Brent; he's already had too much to drink and can't have any more."
Wendy could no longer contain her anxiety and rushed to stop her father, not wanting Bu to drink any further.
"Uh. Uh? Drunk? Who's drunk? I'm not drunk. Still drinking, drinking."
Warren Earl seemed to have lost his senses, suddenly throwing down the wine glass in his hand and grabbing the bottle from the table to drink straight from it. The servants nearby turned pale with fright and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.
Amidst the chaos, they finally instructed the servants to help Warren Earl back to his room to rest.
Bu sat in his seat, chuckling to himself: "Look at this old fool, he’s not even drunk yet, acting like this. Just lie down already."
He was quite clever; despite appearing dizzy, most of it was an act. When others toasted him, he would only take a sip and pour the rest away. With his high Agility of 7, no one noticed his subtle movements.
As time passed, most of those who toasted him were already drunk, while Bu pretended to be intoxicated. Even the kind-hearted Wendy had been deceived by him.
Now that Warren Earl had exited the scene, the atmosphere of the banquet became less formal. Bill suddenly downed the drink in his cup and slammed the glass on the table with a loud bang, coldly glaring at Bu.
The Countess glanced at her son and cleared her throat, smiling meaningfully as she said, "Brent, you are now reaping both fame and fortune. Earl Warren Edra has instructed that you will receive Low-Level Combat Skills tonight.
Earl Warren Edra values you highly; by giving you this skill early, he hopes you can rise to one of the top three positions in Sparta City and bring more glory to our Aldra Family."
While saying this, the Countess looked at Bu with a smile in her eyes, appearing friendly. However, her words were meant for Bu on the surface but carried a deeper meaning intended for her son Bill.
She was subtly telling Bill that now was not the time to turn against Bu. This person is currently favored by your father; do not ruin your father's plans due to momentary recklessness. Once you have used him up, you can deal with him however you wish.
Bill was sharp and understood the underlying meaning in his mother’s words. He shot a cold glance at Bu, chuckled lightly in his heart, then stood up to apologize before leaving.
Bu seemed unaware of the nuances in the Countess's words; he simply stared blankly at her, nodding and smiling foolishly as if he were obedient. Even when Bill abruptly left, he smiled amicably as he watched him go, appearing as if they had gotten along well despite Bill's icy glare directed at him.
Such poor acting did not escape the keen eyes of the Countess. Even Wendy could only shake her head in disbelief, while Daisy, the blonde girl, couldn't stop giggling. The other two ladies felt somewhat awkward.
However, it must be noted that all three of Warren Earl's wives were stunningly beautiful, especially Wendy's mother, who looked like a young woman in her twenties.
This Third Lady had blue hair just like Wendy's and sparkling eyes with delicate skin that was well-maintained. If she walked out alongside Wendy, most people would probably think they were sisters. Bu Xin muttered inwardly: "That old guy Warren Earl is really going after younger women."
Daisy's mother, the Second Lady, spoke little throughout the entire banquet. She was dignified and gentle, her soft voice and delicate beauty giving off an impression of kindness and warmth.
As for the Countess, the Earl's wife, he did not like her.
He felt that this Countess was quite scheming, both in her tone and in her somewhat affected demeanor. Despite smiling throughout, her insincere appearance reminded him of Warren Earl, which explained how she could have given birth to a son as annoying as Vulture Face.
Now that Warren Earl had exited the scene, the banquet came to an end amidst polite exchanges among the guests.
He shamelessly approached Wendy to claim his prize, wearing a mischievous grin without any real intentions.
The girl was both shy and angry, pinching his waist hard. As he screamed in surprise, she twisted him at a sixty-degree angle, causing Daisy to giggle uncontrollably.
Their playful banter did not go unnoticed by several ladies present. Wendy's mother showed a worried expression, looking as if she wanted to say something but held back.
The Second Lady smiled subtly, seemingly enjoying the youthful energy between the young people.
Only the Countess appeared indifferent, drinking on her own while a strange glint flickered in her eyes.
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