Wizard Earl

Upon hearing Isabella's words, Prince Boateng's usually cold and composed face remained expressionless, but his heart was in turmoil, filled with utter horror. Isabella's words, on the surface, seemed simple, merely a gift to the Boateng family as a show of sincerity. However, in Prince Boateng's eyes, these words contained a wealth of information—a poison coated with a thick layer of honey. Even knowing the consequences, one would still be tempted by it…

Prince Boateng hesitated for two seconds, and just as he was about to say something, he seemed to sense something. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he took out a piece of azure metallic notebook from his pocket. Looking at the words on the notebook, Prince Boateng sighed inwardly. Although he didn't understand how the secret society represented by Isabella knew about the Boateng family's secret, it was clear that the other party had now given the answer with their actions.

Seeing the constipated expression on Prince Boateng's cold face, Isabella and Adolf, one old and one young, exchanged a glance, both of them able to see a hint of joy in each other's eyes.

Carefully placing the azure metallic notebook paper back into his pocket, Prince Boateng gave Isabella a deep look, then said in a low voice, "Now that Miss Isabella's gift has been delivered to our doorstep, wouldn't it be a disservice to her kindness to refuse it?"

"It's just a small gift. We simply want to show your family that cooperating with our secret society was absolutely the right choice!" Meeting Prince Boateng's gaze, Isabella spoke with unwavering confidence.

After Isabella finished speaking, Prince Boateng seemed to have no intention of delaying her any longer, and said expressionlessly to Isabella, "Give it to me!"

Isabella was slightly taken aback by Prince Boateng's words. After a moment's hesitation, still not quite understanding what Prince Boateng wanted from her, she asked in return, "Uncle Prince, what do you want?"

"Miss Isabella, since you've even prepared gifts for us, you must have prepared the terms of this cooperation as well!" Prince Boateng said calmly, his voice carrying a hint of sarcasm.

Seeing Prince Boateng's directness, Isabella, who had initially wanted to say more but had now laid her cards on the table, felt slightly embarrassed. However, Isabella was a woman of many experiences, and a slight smile diffused the awkwardness. She addressed Prince Boateng, saying, "Our secret society has indeed prepared some of our needs and bargaining chips for this transaction. As for the terms of cooperation, I think it's best if both parties work together to formulate them!"

Although Isabella spoke very politely, she still took out a piece of paper from her spatial ring and handed it to Prince Boateng.

Taking the paper from Isabella, Prince Boateng glanced at its contents and a fierce glint appeared in his eyes. He looked at Isabella coldly and said, "Your secret society's appetite is far too big, isn't it?"

Despite Prince Boateng's anger, Isabella, who had gained the upper hand, remained calm and smiled slightly, saying, "Uncle Prince, don't get agitated. It's normal for us to have disagreements since this is our first negotiation. We can take our time. After all, we're not looking for a one-off deal; we want to establish a trade route from the Hoy New Continent to the Kaman Empire and then to the Odin Empire. Uncle Prince, I think you need some time to study this carefully. We won't bother you any longer. When you have a result, you can contact us through Robelli!"

After saying this, Isabella stood up from her chair, smiled and gave Prince a slight bow, and then walked out of the reception room with the gray-robed old man Adolf, leaving Prince Boateng alone in the reception hall with a gloomy face.

Stepping out of the Grand Hotel Agudero, Isabella and Adolf boarded their black carriage, which immediately began to move. Isabella then murmured with a hint of regret, "Since Prince didn't refuse the gift, it seems the news was indeed true..."

"Yes, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have found it hard to believe Prince's expression just now!" Adolf shook his head and said in a deep voice, his aged voice clearly containing surprise.

Taking a deep breath, Isabella's eyes gleamed with determination as she said, "Now that I have leverage over the Boateng family, I'm going to ruthlessly exploit them. Otherwise, it would be a waste of the price we paid to obtain this information!"

Sensing the greed in Isabella's words, Adolf frowned slightly and reminded her, "With this leverage, we've already firmly gained the upper hand in our negotiations, but the trade channel with the Boateng family is also extremely important to us!"

Although Adolf didn't say it explicitly, Isabella clearly understood the meaning behind his words. She immediately said to Adolf, "Teacher Adolf, don't worry. I know how important this channel with the Boateng family is to the organization. I won't sacrifice the essential for the trivial. I can negotiate with the Boateng family on everything else, but we must take at least 30% of the magic stones and crystals produced in the Gwadar Magic Mine ruins. This is the bottom line my father gave me!"

"Hmm!" Hearing Isabella's statement, Adolf finally put down his worries and nodded in relief.

While Adolf and Isabella were secretly discussing matters in the black carriage, Prince Boateng was also busy in the reception room on the top floor of the Grand Hotel Aguda. No sooner had Isabella and Adolf, the old man and the young girl, left the Grand Hotel Aguda in their carriage than he, disguised, quietly left through a secret passage of the hotel, hailed a rickshaw on the street, and headed towards a neighborhood in Frosinone.

A dozen minutes later, when the rickshaw driver stopped the rickshaw carrying Prince Boateng at the entrance of Hot Spring Street, Prince Boateng casually tossed the driver a one-shilling note and hurriedly got off the rickshaw.