Apocalypse Lord-Chapter 51 - 49: Arrive Late and You Won’t Even Get a Sip of Soup!

Chapter 51: Chapter 49: Arrive Late and You Won’t Even Get a Sip of Soup!

Old Dean held up a magnifying glass, carefully observing the ’Mermaid’s Tears’ on the table.

He carefully felt the texture of the treasure and murmured, "This thing is definitely not a counterfeit but a genuine Deep Sea Treasures..."

The merchants had already left the boring opera house.

The Alliance people gathered in the hotel lobby arranged by Charles, attentively appraising the treasures Charles showcased, occasionally whispering in astonishment.

"My piece is authentic too!"

Each merchant was a shrewd expert in treasure appraisals, as no fool easily deceived could make it this far.

Charles sat in the prime position, seemingly relaxing but patiently waiting, with an undeniable smirk tugging at his lips.

Look at the smug bastard!

Many inwardly cursed, while Old Dean lifted his head eagerly asking, "Old friend, where did you get all these good stuff?"

"It all started with an accident I encountered on the sea..."

Charles didn’t hold back and began narrating his experience to everyone.

A moment later, he concluded, "I believe there must be a new racial force behind Lord Roland, and these treasures are the best evidence."

Charles eloquently spoke, "Everyone, now is the best time to invest in the other party!"

A new racial force...

Everyone fell into deep thought.

The mention of the keyword ’racial force’ inevitably involved the Alliance’s founding background.

Indeed, this world has many strange and unusual racial forces.

Every few years, new races drift from more distant seas.

The Alliance, characterized by ’diversity,’ has citizens accustomed to the peculiar features of those around them.

Like the pointy-eared Witch, the Feis Race with furry beast-like ears and tails, the Demon People with sharp double horns...

These races originally struggled to survive in the mysterious sea, but under the guidance of the three Governors, they stuck together, eventually becoming part of the Alliance.

This is why the Alliance is called ’Alliance.’

Although the addition of many races led to internal disagreements within the Alliance, requiring many issues to be decided by a vote from above, overall, this arrangement is more beneficial than harmful.

Races that have survived from ancient times often possess magical skills or powers.

By fully absorbing these merits, the Alliance can rapidly grow, rivaling the mighty New Empire.

Of course, many neutral races still exist in this world.

For example, the extremely dangerous Doragon People with vertical pupils or the Angsak People mastering Sunshine Refining Technology.

They often rely on their race’s unique skills to establish themselves firmly in the sea, forming their own nations.

However, for merchants, the current concern is the mysterious race behind Lord Roland remains unknown.

"You haven’t even figured out what race is behind Lord Roland, and you want to get us on board?"

A middle-aged merchant first questioned Charles, "Is this really reliable? What if Roland’s backers are a brutal race like the Doragon?"

The originally harmonious atmosphere instantly turned awkward.

Charles’s smile remained composed.

"I’m just giving you an investment suggestion, the initiative is in your own hands."

He shrugged without explaining, "Anyway, I’ve already boarded the ship smoothly."

Everyone exchanged glances.

Looking at the dazzling Deep Sea Treasures on the table, some merchants’ eyes gradually wavered.

Charles undoubtedly hit jackpot!

Though the treasures have no practical use, they clearly appear ancient, carrying substantial historical value.

Moreover, their appearance shows no signs of damage or flaws, their beautiful and alluring overall design makes them irresistible to touch!

The wealthy collectors of the Alliance have no resistance to such things.

Every piece here could fetch sky-high prices!

"Old Dean, I believe you will stand by my side."

Charles patted his old friend’s shoulder, "I can’t handle all the treasures Lord Roland offers alone, why don’t we collaborate?"

Old Dean grinned and nodded repeatedly.

It seemed that Charles had monopolized the channel to get the treasures, having already reached an agreement with Lord Roland, possessing his own operational space in this matter.

He managed to join in successfully, this most likely is the way to riches!

Classic examples exist in reality; the first merchants who helped the Angsak People establish their state all earned in abundance, irrespective of their origins.

"Wait, I have one last question!"

The merchant who previously raised objections gulped, "What about the Blood Plague? The Eldest Prince is destroying this Small Island, while the nobles under the Princess have done nothing..."

"Ah~ I was waiting for you to bring it up~"

Charles interrupted the other party with a sly grin like an old fox.

He pulled out a briefcase from under the table, opened it with a snap, revealing potion bottles embedded in red velvet fabric.

"Look~ Blood Circulation Potion, Lord Roland casually produced it specifically for the Blood Plague."

Charles chuckled, "Quite a few infected civilians recovered through it, I saw it with my own eyes."

"Obviously, Lord Roland’s backers have set their sights on the Lion Heart Kingdom. Considering the stupidity of local nobles, I doubt they can survive."

He shook his head in lament, "Will this kingdom truly bear the name ’Lion Heart’? I have my doubts~"

The hotel lobby fell silent momentarily.

"Mr. Charles, I also have a question."

A moment later, someone quietly inquired, "What is Lord Roland doing now?"

"Preparing to build industry, promoting infrastructure, recruiting suitable talents, gathering nearby resources, the young Lord is really busy."

Charles pondered, suggesting, "Maybe you could try investing in these aspects?"

The merchants exchanged glances.

"Ahem, everyone, I’m suddenly feeling a bit dizzy, I need to go back and rest."

Someone stood up, holding their head, and slowly exited the lobby.

"By the way, I have some business too, a Viscountess invited me to a banquet, I must hurry over..."

Another person left their seat and hurried away.

Then, the merchants present all realized something and scrambled out of the room cursing.

Charles sat in place, smiling silently.

He knew flowery words had no effect on merchants, as everyone was an old fox. Only absolute interests could drive them.

Having taken the lion’s share, his next task was to work with Lord Roland to keep growing the cake.

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Merchant Kent pushed open the door, his pace increasingly hurried.

As the host left the lobby, the long-awaited attendant immediately approached.

"Mr. Kent, Viscountess Julie’s banquet has already started, she invites you..." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"Damn the banquet!"

Kent rounded his eyes and shouted, "Notify all attendants to immediately board the ship and set sail south! Get moving!"

The merchant competition had already begun.

Those who arrive late won’t even get a sip of the soup!