A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 370 - 305: [People-controlling Skill], Post-mortem Settlement_2

For this reason.

In this negotiation, Galos abandoned his usual straightforward style.

He opted for the most lengthy and arduous method, haggling over every Gold Coin, repeatedly emphasizing the failure and impotence of the Albert Family, like a dull knife cutting flesh, continually wearing down Count Mills’ patience, triggering his irritation, and ultimately causing him to lose his usual calm judgment.

In the end, the development of things went as Galos wished.

Count Mills will pay a price far beyond his imagination for the momentary loss of calm at the negotiation table.

When pure Power cannot directly solve problems, Galos often displays a remarkable wisdom, completely different from his massive physique and fierce appearance.

Who would have thought.

This Red Iron Dragon, fierce to the extreme, like the embodiment of frenzy and destruction, could so skillfully manipulate hearts?

"To use mercy as a glamorous cloak and good deeds as a deceptive groundwork."

"This method is deadlier and harder to defend against than the sharpest sword or the hottest Dragon Breath."

"I have seen through the true nature behind Count Mills’ hypocritical mask—greedy, deceitful, treating human lives as worthless, he is akin to a devil in human skin, deserving of death!"

Beside him, Flower Knight Shire, his gaze icy cold, seemed to show signs of turning dark.

Abandoned and betrayed by those he once respected, trusted, and was willing to fight for, past gratitude has now been settled.

At this moment, he has only the resolute thought of exposing the Count’s hypocritical face and executing true justice with his sword.

"No need to rush, the sword of revenge needs to wait for the most opportune moment to unsheathe."

Galos pacified the swirling murderous intent in the knight’s heart.

He advised Flower Knight to stay in Ximu Town to peacefully recover from his injuries.

Only after the transaction with the Albert Family is thoroughly completed and the Molten Iron Tribe has successfully taken the trade routes and all the ransom, will the time for final settlement arrive.

On this, Galos and Count Mills surprisingly agreed.

Transaction is transaction, settlement is settlement.

The difference is.

No matter how Count Mills plans to retaliate against Galos in the future, hindered by the terrifying Power of the Giant Dragon and the natural hazards of Sel Wilderness, it will be difficult to accomplish in the short term.

However.

When a Boundary Walker proficient in the Path of Space harbors murderous intent, guards will be as good as nonexistent.

An elderly, pampered Count, in front of a knight’s sword, stands little chance to resist.

Next.

Flower Knight Shire Haines stayed in Ximu Town, quietly recovering his physical and mental wounds under the care of the Molten Iron Followers.

Galos returned to the depths of Needleleaf Valley, continuing his day-by-day, relentless training and practice.

Time flows, like the never-stopping wind over Sel Wilderness, silently slipping away, soon over a month quietly passed.

The envoy of the Albert Family entered the territory of Sel Wilderness as promised, arriving at Ximu Town.

The envoy brought official legal documents of cession stamped with the Albert Family’s emblem, certified by the Federation Notary Office, along with a Magic Reinforced Box loaded with a massive war indemnity and ransom for captives.

Under the solemn witness of a Priest from Libra Sanctuary in a white robe, watched by many Ximu Town residents excitedly observing, in the central plaza, representatives of the Albert Family and the Molten Iron Tribe completed the signing of the contract and the exchange of captives and ransom.

Throughout the process, nothing unexpected or tumultuous occurred.

Notably, Libra Sanctuary is a transcendent organization spanning many Kingdoms, even existing within vast empires.

They worship a deity who presides over the rules of fairness and justice.

The contract signed under the personal witness of a High-tier Priest from Libra Sanctuary carries a sacred binding power far exceeding ordinary Magic Contracts, and anyone daring to breach the vows of the contract will face extremely severe and terrifying punishment under the deity’s gaze.

After successfully redeeming all captives.

The members of the Albert Family remained highly tense, vigilantly withdrawing from the territory of Sel Wilderness.

Unexpectedly, the return journey was unusually smooth.

Only some oblivious wilderness beasts and low-tier magical creatures launched sporadic attacks, all easily slain and cleared by the Guards.

As days pass amidst tense marching.

This group finally reached the relatively safe land in the south without incidents.

Then, escorted by the family’s dispatched reception team, undergoing another journey, core figures such as Rune Knight Luo De, Alchemist Sienna, and Defense Mage Sanchez were brought back to the heavily guarded depths of the Albert Family’s manor.

In the manor’s core study room, they once again saw Count Mills.

"My Lord Count."

Known as the Albert Wolf, Luo De, knelt on one knee, head deeply bowed, showing an expression akin to a loyal dog, filled with guilt and pain.

"We were unable to complete the task you entrusted, instead causing the family immense humiliation and incalculable loss."

"We...disappointed you."

Behind him, Sienna, Sanchez, and others also lowered their proud heads.

"Stand up, all of you!"

Count Mills quickly stepped forward, personally bending down, forcefully helping the kneeling Luo De up, gently brushing the wilderness dust off his shoulders.

His face displayed a gentle smile like the warmth of a spring sun, eyes filled with genuine concern and comfort.

"This is not your fault."

The Count said, "I greatly underestimated the Molten Iron Tribe, underestimated the true Power hidden by the Red Iron Dragon, it was my miscalculation that thrust you into danger, making you endure so much suffering."

He looked around at these loyal subordinates, scarred yet steadfast, with warmth in his eyes.

"You’ve suffered."

"Now, your immediate task is to return to your rooms, rest well, and recuperate."

Count Mills seriously said, "Do not dwell on useless self-recrimination, and certainly do not think of revenge."

"Remember, only by quickly recovering health and Power can you serve the family better in the future!"

"The family’s future still needs you!"

Over half an hour later.

After finally calming these core members who survived the ordeal, Count Mills dragged his slightly weary body back to his study.

He shut the heavy carved wooden door behind him, isolating the outside clamor.

He exhaled long, as if to expel all stagnant air from his chest, and then reclined somewhat wearily into the soft high-backed chair, raising a hand to gently massage his swollen temples.

"Molten Iron Tribe, those damned Dragons."

He gazed at the intricate gilded decoration on the ceiling, muttering to himself.

"They are entrenched deep within Sel Wilderness, occupying absolute geographical advantage, if another army is dispatched for expedition, the outcome will likely repeat the same mistakes."

Count Mills furrowed his brow, falling into deep thought.

"Relying solely on the Power currently at the Albert Family’s disposal, trying to thoroughly eliminate the Molten Iron Tribe as a major threat is too difficult."

"Has it come to the point of needing to use those precious favors accumulated by Marquis ancestors for the family?"

Thinking of this, Count Mills felt a surge of troublesome agitation.