Apocalypse Lord-Chapter 65 - 63: Cooperation Letter from the Alliance!

Chapter 65: Chapter 63: Cooperation Letter from the Alliance!

The atmosphere in the living room was somewhat peculiar.

On the surface, everyone acted amicably, yet prejudice and arrogance flowed through their hearts, and some people even openly displayed mocking smiles.

"Lord Roland, what does your territory need?"

At this moment, Old Dean took the initiative to break the silence: "I’ll find a way to help."

"In fact, I’m short of everything here."

Lin Lan carefully examined everyone’s expressions and said straightforwardly, "But the most important thing right now is that I need some talents to help me develop the territory."

Actually, Seagull Town was not particularly short of labor at the moment, and the number of members in the Civilian Corps was increasing every day, but management talents in the town were pitifully scarce, few enough to count on one’s fingers.

As the population increased, a series of complex matters arose as well.

Occupational statistics, resource allocation, order establishment... many affairs needed Lin Lan to handle personally, and the young lord was kept busy every day.

Old Dean pondered for a while.

After a moment, he hesitated and said, "Lord Roland, would impoverished students be okay?"

"Impoverished students?"

"There’s a group of simple-minded young people at the Silver Moon Academy that I’ve been sponsoring for a long time."

Old Dean explained, "They’re almost all amiable Fes People, characterized by fluffy ears and tails..."

The fat merchant sighed, "Most Fes People engage in basic work within the Alliance and aren’t well received there; these young people’s families are poor, often having to find work to support themselves."

Upon hearing this, the mocking expressions on the other merchants’ faces grew more obvious.

As citizens of the Alliance, they had never heard of any ’Silver Moon Academy,’ surely just a third-rate school hidden in some corner.

But a third-rate race paired with a third-rate academy seemed fitting.

Lin Lan’s eyes lit up.

"I’ll take as many students like that as I can get!"

He stood up and grasped Old Dean’s hand, "I will offer enough sincerity to employ them!"

Old Dean nodded. Those young Fes People indeed had a hard time; he planned to help them as much as he could.

"Anyone else planning to establish commercial ties with Seagull Town?"

In high spirits, Lin Lan smiled and looked around.

The other merchants remained indifferent.

"Sorry, Lord Roland, we’re weak and can’t spare those resources."

A merchant couldn’t help but laugh, shrugging, "I’m afraid only warm-hearted Old Dean can assist you." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Everyone laughed again, filled with sarcasm.

Letting some Fes People get kicked out of the Alliance would be nice; these burdens only hinder the Alliance’s lofty ideals, mingling with Seagull Town’s country bumpkins is just right.

"I understand, that’s truly a shame."

Lin Lan smiled and nodded, clapping his hands, and softly calling, "Bai, you can come over."

In the next moment, the door was pushed open, and a white-haired, white-eyed android maid appeared before everyone.

The merchants were taken aback; they had never seen such a beautiful woman!

Could this be the unknown race Charles mentioned? The merchants exchanged glances, a bad premonition inexplicably arose in their hearts.

Next, the white-haired beauty came closer and handed a black and gold exquisite card letter to the grey-haired lord.

The merchants’ hearts jumped, they craned their necks.

Lin Lan placed the card letter flat on the table, slowly pushing it towards Old Dean. Under the sunlight, the letter’s surface showed a jade-like delicate texture, with three unique emblem designs printed on it.

They consisted of a cold-looking fortress chess, a white oak fruit surrounded by leaves, and a paradoxical staircase interconnected, always extending downwards.

No doubt...

——This is an official Cooperation Letter issued by the Alliance’s top leadership!!

The merchants were dumbfounded.

Even Old Dean was stunned.

This stuff couldn’t be faked; no one dared to falsify something from the top of the Alliance! But how did it appear here?

"Lord Roland, this is... I..."

Old Dean was already somewhat incoherent.

"This letter was delivered to my subordinates by the Grey-clothed Secret Guard."

Lin Lan said calmly, "An Alliance diplomat named Sigma wishes to establish a long-term cooperative relationship with me; I agreed, and that’s all there is to it."

"The letter envelope indicates that both parties’ merchants will be entirely exempt from navigation taxes between the two countries, though Sigma said he has limited authority, he can currently offer only two tax-free slots."

Lin Lan looked at the fat merchant, smiling, "Sign on the letter, Mr. Dean."

The merchants’ faces turned colorful.

To know, to do business by sea, merchants had to regularly pay huge navigation taxes, and exemption from the taxes could almost double their profits.

More importantly, the meaning behind the Cooperation Letter extends far beyond just ’merchant tax exemption.’

It genuinely represents that this nation has been recognized by the Alliance’s top leadership in its maritime status!

This means Lord Roland’s prospects are boundless; it means merchants endorsed by him will become vital links between the two nations.

That simple Cooperation Letter slot is what most sea merchants spend a lifetime chasing and cannot reach!

It means they will transform from followers of the rules to creators of the rules.

"Hold on! Lord Roland!"

The merchant who previously claimed to be ’weak’ jumped up in desperation.

"I know many Demon People; they’re natural talent elites! They can surely assist you!"

He flushed, his tone unprecedentedly urgent: "You don’t need to worry about their pay at all; I’ll cover the costs! I can even pay money to help you—"

"Don’t listen to him, Lord Roland, I have better conditions on my side!"

The living room instantly turned into chaos.

The merchants jostled each other, speaking all at once, eager to propose their substantial contributions.

At this moment, they were even willing to crawl and lick the shoes of Lord Roland!

Old Dean was dazed and unsure of himself; compared to other merchants, he couldn’t offer such favorable terms.

"Sorry, everyone."

It was then that Lin Lan pressed his hands down, interrupting the merchants’ speeches.

He completely ignored their anxiety, speaking calmly and measuredly: "The slots are already used up, and I’m not planning to change my chosen partners."

"But Old Dean, that simple-minded guy, can’t deliver at all..."

Someone shouted in haste, but in the cold gaze of the grey-haired lord, he swallowed his words reluctantly.

Old Dean’s hands trembled as he signed his name on the letter.

This letter was quite special; once signed, it meant his name would appear in the manual of every navigation line officer.

The merchants fell into silence, watching the fat merchant’s name gleam on the letter’s surface.

Their hearts were bleeding! The look towards the grey-haired lord carried a deep grievance.

Why hadn’t you revealed the letter earlier?

Everyone regretted to no end, realizing that they were the ones truly thrown overboard.

"Don’t be discouraged, everyone."

Throughout, Lin Lan maintained that smiling expression: "Seagull Town isn’t unwelcoming to you; plenty of investment opportunities here await your exploration!"

Looking at that youthful, handsome face, an unfounded cold crept into everyone’s hearts.

It was as if they were led to Roland’s meticulously set dining table, people curled up on the plates, lifting their heads,

the grey-haired youth had already elegantly raised the dining knife in his hand.