The contract enclosed with the reply listed a sum so exorbitant that Harald's hand trembled as he read it. But what choice did he have? This was his only option.
With shaking hands, the baron signed the contract and sent it back. That very night, the White Jewel Merchant Guild discreetly delivered something wrapped in black cloth into the estate.
"The baron's efforts are admirable, though largely ineffective," Sylas remarked with a chuckle, picking up a treat from the guest table. He had already confirmed there was no poison in the refreshments.
"For the infamous South, this is underwhelming. Quite disappointing," he added.
"Well, he's only a baron. What more could we expect?" Toby replied with a shrug. "Schemes aren't just about brains; they require status and resources. Without those, the options are limited."