Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 223 The wedding is in progress

"Oh my gosh, why are you two taking so long to get here~~~"

Recently, He-Man has been beaming with pride, and his good mood has even made him a bit plumper. As the military merit officer appointed by Haven, with the powerful background of the North and Haven's support, He-Man has finally experienced what it's like to do business.

After Havent made his stern statement, the once arrogant noble sons also toned down their attitudes. After all, no one wanted to be kicked out of the military merit exchange circle because of this. As nobles, the first thing they should know is to bully the weak and fear the strong, and who they can mess with and who they cannot.

"Hey, He-Man, you've gotten fat again. We haven't seen each other for just over a week."

Cuban looked at the chubby little boy who was coming to greet him and jokingly said to Heman:

"Hahahaha, it's because we've been doing military merit transactions lately, and there are bound to be more people to meet and more dinners to attend. That's why I've been eating several meals a day and I've gained weight."

When Seaman deliberately referred to them as "us," Haven and Cuban didn't say anything, which was considered an admission of the statement. After all, the two could clearly feel the change in the direction of Hendry's business. As the bond between the two sides deepened, it was not impossible to consider the Hoylund family as a noble family in the North. However, when faced with such a development opportunity, most noble families would create a branch.

And the chubby little boy, Heman, did the same thing. Heman used his military merits to exchange for a first-class baron title in the North, and became a member of the Hylan family. In this respect, he was a proper Northman, only he had never been to the North.

"Hahahaha, then you need to restrain yourself. I read it in a book that being too fat can affect your ability to have children."

Hearing Haven's joke, Heman's heart skipped a beat. He decided to see a doctor after finishing his work for the day, since his performance in that area had indeed been declining lately. He was still young, and if he couldn't perform well, it would be a disaster. His wonderful life had just begun.

"Um... I think I'll eat less."

Amidst the laughter of the three, they entered the Hendry Chamber of Commerce. As a merchant located in an affluent area, Hendry demonstrated a unique direction and perspective in its business operations. The spacious and luxurious decoration style made the entire reception hall appear exceptionally high-end. After occasionally hearing Haven's description of high-end shopping malls in his previous life, Heman quickly adjusted his understanding based on his own.

At first glance, the several hundred square meter hall is very well organized, with the products for sale divided into more than a dozen categories. The hall area is only for introductions and consultations, and each area is staffed with four or five graceful and elegant young women to provide service and reception.

Seeing Haven look over, Heman raised an eyebrow smugly.

"How is it? Is this the feeling? After you said that the other day, I studied it carefully. I have to say, Haven, you are really a genius. The saying that doing business is all about service is so true."

Haven was also surprised by the chubby boy He-Man's understanding and execution ability. He didn't expect that he had just casually mentioned it that day, and this guy had actually done it, and it seemed that he had done it even better than he had said.

"That's really nice, but where did you find so many girls working in the service industry?"

Speaking of this, Heman scratched his head awkwardly.

"Hehehe, originally there wasn't one. I originally wanted to train a group of people before doing this, but recently a large number of half-elf slaves came to the capital, and many merchant guilds bought a batch of half-elves as servants and maids. So the original maids were abandoned, and I took them all in."

"It's perfect that it can be used right after a little training, which really saved me a lot of trouble."

"A large number of half-elf slaves?"

The group, who had taken the magic elevator to the top floor, arrived at He-Man's enormous office. Haven, who had casually tossed his coat onto the sofa and was getting a bottle of wine from the liquor cabinet, asked with a puzzled look.

"Where did all these half-elf slaves come from? Has the Empire gone to war with the half-elf race?"

"No, but it's close. It was a fight between the half-elves living on the edge of the Eternal Night Forest in Mateomo Province and the nobles there. Then this large group of half-elves was sent to the capital by the nobles there to be sold. By the way, do you know that noble family?"

"I know?"

Haven, holding a bottle of 15-year-old Blackthorn liqueur, turned to look at Seaman.

"Yeah~ You know, the other day when we were having dinner with the noble sons of various provinces, Jin He was the one you beat up. It was their family that got into a fight with the half-elf."

"Jin He?"

Haven frowned and thought for a moment.

"Um... that Du, Du something again..."

"Duramoya~"

"Ah~ yes, it's this Duramoo."

Haven raised his glass approvingly and gave Seaman a polite toast.

"Why are they fighting with half-elves? I remember half-elves are citizens recognized by imperial law. And since half-elves are supposed to be a buffer between humans and elves, is it alright for the Duramoy family to do this?"

"I don't know. Haven, you're not with MI8 right now. You can take a look at the intelligence you've received; it will be clearer."

"However, according to the message sent back by our chamber of commerce manager there, it seems that the Duramoy family has been secretly hunting slaves all along, and some small settlements of half-elves have been hunted by the Duramoy family's slave hunting teams. This seems to be an open secret in Mateomo Province."

"Moreover, it seems that the Duramoy family's management has run into some problems, and somehow it has provoked a rebellion by the half-elves. Now the half-elf rebels are fighting each other in the Duramoy family's territory."

The chubby boy pulled a piece of information from the table and handed it to Haven. Haven took it, glanced at it, and threw it back on the table.

"This Duramoy family is really pathetic. They've even been attacked by half-elves on their own soil. And if it weren't for the Church's protection, why didn't the Eternal Sun quell this disturbance for them?" Kubant said, picking up the intelligence report from the table and glancing at it.
"There's nothing strange about it. Ever since those guys in the three southern provinces colluded with the church, they haven't paid much attention to building up their own armed forces. They also don't pose any external threat. The Elven Empire has always had a peace treaty with us, so they usually only maintain a normal armed guard. It's perfectly normal that they can't defeat the rebellious half-elves."

It's important to understand that half-elves, in some ways, are a species that combines the strengths of both humans and elves. They have a higher birth rate than elves, better physical attributes than humans, and elemental affinity. Back in the time of King Keane, there was an attempt to organize a half-elf army, but ultimately, due to pressure and constraints from various factions, the plan was abandoned.

"As for the Church, they will only step forward to help when it is related to the Empire, or to put it more directly, only when it is related to His Majesty the Emperor. As for other matters, such as the half-elf rebellion that the Duramoy family is currently facing, it is not within their jurisdiction. After all, half-elves can also be their followers in a certain sense."

After listening to Cuban's explanation, Haven smacked his lips and had to admit that the fifteen-year-old vintage was indeed quite good. It was smooth on the palate, lacking the initial sharpness, but the aftertaste was even more mellow and fragrant.

"Forget it, let's not worry about it anymore. It's too far away from us. Besides, it would be a good thing for us if they smashed their brains. If the half-elf riots could spread a little further and wreak havoc in the southern provinces, it would be even better for us. That way, those bastards in the south wouldn't have the energy to keep staring at our northern border."

Haven's words essentially summed up the matter, and the other two people present shared the same opinion.

"By the way, I've expedited the process for what Haven asked for. Would you like to go take a look now?"

"Hmm? So fast? I came here today to ask you how much longer it would take for the things to arrive."

"Hahaha, of course I'll treat what my brother needs as the most important thing. The item is in the storeroom downstairs. We'll go take a look after we finish eating."

Svenlia Estate
"How's the plan going?"

Still dressed in a red suit, Carlos knelt on the ground with unusual humility, lowering his head even further upon hearing the voice coming from the seat above him.

"My lord, everything is ready. I have identified the target. As long as the plan is carried out smoothly, Frederick IV's watchdogs will be distracted."

"Oh~~ A very confident answer. I've looked at the plan, and it is indeed a very good target choice. I will send you another Dark Shadow to make things even better. This time, Saint Road, Rewrite, and the Silent Ones will all be coming. I hope you can demonstrate the professionalism of our people, Kim Shi-jung."

Upon hearing the words from above, Carlos couldn't help but raise his left hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. With only three fingers left, his left hand couldn't cover much of his forehead, so Carlos had to wipe it twice to get rid of the sweat.

"Yes, Lord Mercer, I will handle this matter perfectly. I have personally checked every step of the operation and have made sufficient contingency plans."

"Hehehe~ I hope so. Hold your head high, there's no need to look so nervous, especially since I won't do anything to you before you make a mistake."

Upon hearing Mercer's words, Carlos straightened up, his upper body still kneeling on one knee. Mercer, dressed in a black fitted leather armor engraved with inscriptions, sat in the main seat, gently swirling a glass of red wine in his hand.

"Alright, let's proceed with the plan as you see fit. I won't interfere any further. Once you've done this well, I'll arrange the Night Mother's blessing you've always wanted."

"Yes!! Your subordinate will certainly not disappoint you, sir."

Carlos suppressed his excitement. For the Dark Alliance, having the Night Mother's blessing and not having it were two completely different things. Only by receiving the Night Mother's blessing could one become a true core member of the Dark Alliance. Moreover, in addition to this promotion in position, the most important thing was the promotion in power. This promotion was a leap from mortal to superhuman.

"Alright, let's talk about something else. How's it going with those people? We need to get those beastmen to do something else; we need to clean up the mess they left behind in the capital as soon as possible."

"My lord, this matter has been largely resolved, but some minor aspects have exceeded our expectations."

At this point, Carlos cautiously glanced over, scrutinizing Mercer's expression. After all, this leader of Kim Shi-jung was no benevolent figure; it was perfectly normal for him to keep his emotions hidden. Perhaps one moment he was smiling and talking to you, and the next he would have already raised his hand, and an invisible blade would have severed your head.

"Oh? Exceeded expectations? Tell me more about it."

Carlos glanced at Mercer, who was resting his chin on his hand, unable to discern the other's mood, and could only grit his teeth and continue:

"While dealing with those agents, Vera ran into an MI8 investigator, and the two even had a brief exchange of blows, but Vera did not manage to eliminate the MI8 investigator."

"Oh? Our assassins, Kim Si-jung, are so soft-hearted now that they don't even deal with people who might expose them."

Hearing the teasing tone in Mercer's words, Carlos breathed a sigh of relief and then gave a dry laugh.

"Lord Mercer, according to Vera's report after her return, this young man from MI8 is not very powerful. He just has a lot of tricks up his sleeve. Also, there were other people to deal with at the time, so Vera followed the mission rules and withdrew first."

"Hehehehe, relax, Carlos. I didn't mean to blame you. Besides, how could I not know what kind of person my own daughter is?"

Upon hearing Mercer's words, Carlos involuntarily lowered his body. Although Carlos was very clear about the girl's identity, the rules of the Dark Alliance were very strict. Some things were matters that could not be mixed with emotions, especially since he was now Vera's superior and had to maintain a good balance in this regard.

"Yes, sir, I understand. However, Vera has also learned who this young man from MI8 is."

"It is Haven's Hylan from the Hylan family of the North, and this young nobleman has been appointed by Frederick IV as a special investigator. Our informant in MI8 is gathering detailed information about him."

One document in particular might be of great interest to you: the young man who appeared when your subordinate rashly attempted to assassinate Princess Alice was her.

Under the lamplight, Mercer's face became indistinct in light and shadow, and it took a long time to discern the difference.

"Carlos, looks like your pig brain still has some use. The plan is excellent, execute it!"

　Sorry, the time for small talk with my friend just slipped away.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)