Merchant From Earth in the Magical World

Priest Temple was assassinated. Upon hearing this news, Hibel immediately lost any interest in admiring the watch. Priest Temple was from the Central Shrine of the dukedom, a special envoy sent by the High Priest to Nuta City. His mission was to request the return of a set of Ice Jade Porcelain dinnerware that imitated Angelic cutlery to the Central Shrine of the dukedom. Thus, although Priest Temple's clerical rank wasn't very high, the status he held on this visit was significant. His assassination in Nuta City was an extremely serious incident.

The bells outside tolled with increasing urgency. Hibel stood up and said to Yan Xing, "Knight Yan Xing, Nuta City is now under lockdown and martial law. With the numerous Swamp Werewolves you've brought, being outside will cause significant trouble. I invite you and your retinue to stay temporarily at the Lord's Mansion. Atreli, please help me take care of Knight Yan Xing." After speaking, Hibel didn't wait for Yan Xing's response and quickly left with the Armsman who had delivered the news.

Atreli was the butler of the Lord's Mansion. Having weathered many storms alongside the Earl, he showed no sign of panic at the news of Priest Temple's assassination. He courteously saw Hibel off, then said to Yan Xing, "Honorable Knight Yan Xing, please accept Miss Hibel's kindness. Leaving the Lord's Mansion at this time would truly invite unnecessary trouble. Please follow me. I will arrange comfortable rooms for you and your retinue to alleviate the fatigue of your journey."

Yan Xing, holding the perfume bottle, lamented that Things in this world go wrong nine times out of ten. The Ice Jade Porcelain auction was about to start. The sales channels for the flying goggles and watches were on the verge of opening. That priest named Temple, why couldn't he have died earlier or later? Why did he have to die right after I, this Lord, entered the city? Now, leaving the city to return to my territory is impossible. If I stay, who knows when the city will return to normal? My time is incredibly precious; how much money am I going to lose? But complaints were just complaints. As an outsider Lord, he truly lacked the power to influence Nuta City's decisions. He could only wait patiently.

Since Hibel asked me to stay at the Lord's Mansion, I might as well, he thought. Going to find Eden now might not be safe anyway. Yan Xing tossed the perfume bottle into his backpack, then grabbed the bag and threw it to Donna. "Indeed, this isn't the time to be running around outside. Come on... take me to see the rooms. I want one with a large window, and the bed... it must be big and soft! Also, heat some water; I want to take a bath." Yan Xing treated Butler Atreli like a common servant, rattling off his demands. He didn't act like a guest in the slightest.

Atreli maintained his smile throughout, fulfilling all of Yan Xing's requests. After settling Yan Xing and his retinue, he went to Count Theodore's study.

At that moment, Count Theodore had already put on the flying goggles Yan Xing had given Hibel. He stood by the study window, looking out at the city as it descended into chaos. On the roads, large groups of soldiers clad in iron armor were dispersing pedestrians. They set up checkpoints at intersections, blocking roads and arresting anyone they deemed suspicious. In the sky, Griffons flew in flocks. The loud screeches of the Griffons echoed above the city. The fully armed Gryphon Knights ascended, dived, and circled, meticulously watching every secluded corner of the city. It seemed that Nuta City had never encountered such a severe incident since its founding.

"My Lord..." the butler approached the old Earl quietly and spoke softly.

Count Theodore removed his flying goggles, turned, and sat down behind his desk. He continued to examine the flying goggles carefully and asked his loyal servant Atreli, "What are your thoughts on this Knight Lord named Yan Xing?"

"My Lord! Knight Yan Xing has absolutely no grasp of aristocratic etiquette. He genuinely doesn't understand; it's not a pretense of feigned ignorance. I can be certain of that. As for his crude behavior at the dining table... it was truly like that of a barbarian who has spent too much time with the Swamp Werewolves."

Count Theodore held the flying goggles up to the sunlight streaming through the window. After a long moment, he said, "Do you know what I saw through these flying goggles?"

Butler Atreli replied, "Something marvelous! Although I haven't worn these flying goggles myself, I saw marvel in Miss Hibel's expression. But I believe... you, My Lord, must have seen even more."

The old Earl continued to gaze outside through the flying goggles, murmuring, "Yes, they are indeed marvelous. But I also saw a mountain so high it seems insurmountable. Standing at its foot, I... feel so insignificant. All I want is to worship it." This сhаptеr wаs оriginаlly pоstеd оn М^VLЕМРYR.

Butler Atreli said, "If word of such high praise from you, My Lord, were to spread, the value of these flying goggles would surely skyrocket."

"No, this isn't praise," the old Earl placed the flying goggles on the desk, a complex expression in his eyes. "If they truly come from Thunderous Swamp, we must redefine our northern neighbors strategically. Ice Jade Porcelain mimicking Angelic cutlery, and watches that can be worn on the wrist..."

At this point, Butler Atreli remarked, "My Lord... the watch Knight Yan Xing displayed was truly exquisite and luxurious. Even I can't help but want to buy one."

"He who controls time controls the world," the old Earl said in a very grave tone. "Yet, has time itself now fallen into the hands of Thunderous Swamp?"

Atreli said, "We can control Thunderous Swamp. Marquis Anderson hasn't attacked Thunderous Swamp because it wasn't deemed worth the significant sacrifice. Now, it seems, it is."

"Attack Thunderous Swamp? Now is not a good time. Moreover, a Thunderous Swamp capable of producing such items cannot be provoked lightly..." The old Earl dismissed the idea after only a moment's consideration. "We cannot afford to make a third enemy in the Wildwind Highlands. No! Not a third. I have too many enemies here! Some are in the open, others lurk in the shadows, but all of them want to kill us, eat our flesh, drink our blood, and suck our bones dry. Priest Temple's death today is just the beginning. As the Orcs and Elves prepare to attack Marquis Anderson, Nuta City will face its darkest and most dangerous hour."

The butler comforted him, "I have always believed... that you, My Lord, and Marquis Anderson will successfully fend off attacks from all sides, allowing Nuta City and the Wildwind Highlands to welcome peace sooner rather than later."

The old Earl wrapped the flying goggles in a velvet cloth and said to Atreli, "Enough with the flattery. Right now, I don't even trust myself, let alone anyone else in Nuta City. However, this Knight Yan Xing from Thunderous Swamp... I need to meet him personally. Perhaps he's the only person in this city I can trust right now. Take these flying goggles to Hibel immediately. She left in such a hurry. A warrior heading to battle shouldn't forget any piece of their equipment."