Can't I develop my own character?

"Md, I remember that Berman City wasn't this chaotic in the game?"

Didn’t you say that I can enjoy the game after completing the main storyline?

It's all Kasradi's fault. Wouldn't it be better for her to go back and be a princess sooner? It's not like I can't govern Berman City. Leave it to me, what else are you worried about? (

Ryan took out the mirror and contacted Maganna, telling her what happened.

"...Oh? That unlucky guy Casradi survived?" Maganna didn't care about the casualties of Gluck and others. She had seen too many such things on the battlefield. Compared to this, Casradi's life and death was indeed related to her situation.

This afternoon, she received a question from the Imperial Senate, asking her why she attacked the princess.

Those idiots, they don’t even need to use their brains to think, am I, Maganna, that stupid?

But it's also true that none of those elders wanted her to have an easy life.

"Yes, that unlucky girl survived." Ryan spread his hands. "The Berman City Defense Force arrived in time and saved her. However, the Royal Guards were intercepted by an unidentified army. Although they were flying the flag of Kosotho, they must be extraordinary to be able to fight the Royal Guards. They must be the team that Gluck discovered earlier."

"Did they fight the Royal Guards back and forth?" Maganna crossed her arms and thought, "Then it must be the Red Tiger Guards, General Alvin's direct subordinates. They're quite capable."

Gluck had reported this to her a long time ago, and Maganna was quite familiar with military affairs.

At that time, she specially sent people to investigate and found that there were signs of mobilization of the Red Tiger Guards. In name, it was to suppress the war, but who knew what was going on behind the scenes?

Anyway, the old emperor didn't ask about it, and it could be seen both openly and covertly.

"So the Second Prince is behind this?"

Ryan touched his chin. This was indeed a bit cruel. They were brother and sister after all, but they were really fighting for the crown prince by any means necessary.

But the second prince in the game shouldn’t be that hateful, right?

It's hard to say. The game has the halo of the protagonist, but Kasradi doesn't have it now. She was beaten five times in the first three minutes. Everyone wanted to step on her. It was really miserable.

Alas, Princess, why don’t you just lie down and I will support you?

"Ryan, you said..."

Magna suddenly fell into deep thought.

Ryan was stunned and thought, Grand Duke, just tell me what you want me to say.

"...Is it possible for us to seize this opportunity to control Casradi? Or perhaps trick her into working for us?"

Ryan: "..."

"What's wrong? Isn't it possible?"

"Not really... I don't think it's possible." Ryan shrugged. "Casradi is an ambitious person. She won't accept this. Although she's in a bad situation now, she knows that you, Grand Duke, wouldn't want her to die. If she died, it would be very troublesome for you. So she might not be worried. Maybe she's thinking that you will come to save her."

"Humph, saving her? Isn't she afraid that I'll just order the Iron Blood Legion to go and chop her up and make buns out of her?" Magna snorted. "Is this guy planning to use me?"

"Can you, Grand Duke?"

Magna fell silent.

Yes, she won't.

Only a fool would do that.

Although she liked efficiency, there was no benefit in killing Casradi.

"But it's not impossible to join forces temporarily. The Second Prince is currently disrupting the situation. If she doesn't seek help from outside forces, it will probably be impossible for her to take over the three cities in the southern border."

Magna frowned. "You mean, let me help her take this place? What do I want then?"

Ryan laughed and said, "Grand Duke, you've forgotten that I'm still here. If Casradi secures his position as lord, he'll definitely expand outward and return to the imperial capital. I'll then secretly cultivate my power. Won't all of the southern border belong to us?"

Magna's eyes lit up.

"Ryan, what you said makes sense. That unlucky guy thought he could become the lord of the southern border. Huhu~ idiot, she will have to count the money for me when she is sold." Maganna was very happy and raised her head proudly, as if she saw the scene of Kasradi kneeling in front of her and licking her toes.

"But how can I get her to cooperate with me? She'll definitely be wary of me."

"Don't worry, Grand Duke. Leave this matter to me. I will find a suitable opportunity for you to intervene."

Maganna nodded with satisfaction: "Work hard, Ryan, keep working hard, this Duke will not treat you unfairly!"

Ryan thought to himself, Grand Duke, what you said, which player would not cheer for you... But then again, this is indeed an opportunity. If he can bring Kasladi and Maganna together, he will be able to rest assured in the South from now on.

...

First update, 6k! Have a meal and continue to write 10,000 a day! Please give me a razor blade at the end of the month! Please give me a monthly ticket!!!

Chapter 6: Leaving the city secretly, no guns fired [6k]

While 'Xali' was killing everyone, Lord 'Vine', who was of noble royal blood, had already arrived in Kells City in a carriage.

There is no train station in Los Town, and horse-drawn carriages are still the first choice for many people to travel in this era.

The carriage ride from Los Town to Kells City took about three hours, and at seven o'clock in the evening, "Vine" had arrived at the lord's castle.

After the butler handed over the invitation, 'Weinei' was allowed to walk into the yard and turned to look at the carriage parking area not far away.

"Viscount Malte has invited a lot of people, right? Why don't I see anyone coming?" she asked casually.

The attendant leading the way walked aside with his head lowered.

"That... I don't know either. You're the fourth guest so far."

"The fourth one? Who are the first three?"

"There are Baron Clyde, Baron Ham, and Baron Thomas. They also arrived not long ago."

The attendant walked to the door of the banquet hall and gestured, "Master Wei Nei, please come in."

There were maids standing on both sides of the entrance to the hall, and the maids coming and going inside were also wearing maid uniforms. I have always heard that Viscount Malte likes maids, and all the dozens of maids in the castle are maids, without a single male servant.

When Ryan heard about this, he immediately gave it a thumbs up. "A grandfather uses a butler instead of a maid? Is there anything wrong with sexual fetishes?"

When 'Weinei' walked in, she quickly noticed that the atmosphere inside seemed a little subtle.

"Baron Venet?"

a voice sounded.

Thomas was standing in the hall, holding a glass of wine in his hand, talking to a fat middle-aged man with a slicked-back hair, who was the host of the banquet, Viscount Malte.

Not far from the two of them were two nobles, both middle-aged men in their forties, but their faces obviously looked a little unhappy.

"Haha! Baron Vinay, you're a little late." Malte laughed heartily.

"Doesn't it start at a quarter past seven?"

"That's true, but as you can see, today's situation is a little unusual." Malte smiled and glanced at Clyde and Ham. "I originally invited you here to announce the transfer of the title. They both made offers, but unfortunately the price was too low. I just reached an agreement with Mr. Thomas. Starting tomorrow, Kyles will be his."

Thomas smiled and nodded. Although he was a little unhappy about 'Weine's' going back on her word, his goal had been achieved anyway.

"It's just a verbal agreement, right? There's no formal contract yet, which means there's room for maneuver. Besides, the Viscount didn't invite me here just for a drink and a snack, did he?"

"Oh?"

Malte squinted his eyes and looked at Vine. He was very clear about the situation in his territory. There were only three people who could afford the price for the title. One did not come, and the rest were Clyde and Ham.

Baron Venet? Who?

But Malte was very happy, and he didn't mind seeing how many gold coins were in 'Weine's' pocket.

"Miss Venetian." Thomas coughed lightly. "Let me remind you, although I haven't signed a contract with Viscount Malte, we're doing the deal tonight. I've brought the gold coins, and we can sign the contract as soon as the banquet is over."

"It's like this," Malte said. "I'm sorry I didn't make it clear, but I only accept transactions tonight, and in cash. I don't want to go to the bank to withdraw money tomorrow."

Selling a title is a big deal. If you sell it for money, you will lose your noble status. The gold ingots in your hands will be coveted by a group of people. Although he still has many guards, there is no guarantee that no one will take the risk.

So Malte decided to leave tonight, signed the contract, got the money, and ran away on the train overnight. By that time, those people were still following him, but he had already gone to the mainland to develop his career, eating hot pot and singing songs.

'Weinei' smiled slightly: "Of course I also came with money."

"Where is the money? Why can't I see it?" Thomas asked doubtfully.

'Weine' took out her purse.

Not only Thomas and Malte, but even Clyde and the other man beside them twitched their lips.

Wei's small purse can only hold fifty gold coins.

Thomas sneered and waved to the back. A maid who was waiting not far away came over, carrying a heavy and large bag in her hand.

"I just negotiated with Viscount Malte and purchased the title for three thousand gold coins. Miss Vene, if you're short on money, I wouldn't mind sponsoring your round-trip fare... Of course, I'll assume you return the gift I gave you yesterday."

Wei Nei glanced at him and said, "You're giving away a gift and still want to take it back. What a jerk."

Thomas was stunned.

"What's the bottom?"

"It's like going to a dancing show with great enthusiasm, only to find out there are only two fat old ladies dancing there."

Clyde mused, "That's pretty impressive."

Thomas frowned, looking somewhat unhappy, and Malte hurried to smooth things over.

"Okay, okay, Miss Venetian, as Mr. Thomas just said, I'm afraid the money you have is far from enough."

"How can I know if I don't take it out and compare it? I don't even know how much money I put in it."

Thomas sneered: "If you can produce one more gold coin than I do, I will leave immediately and give you the title."

Wei Nei's eyes lit up: "Is it a deal?"

"of course."

"Sign a contract."

"is this necessary?"

"I only believe in gentlemen in writing."

Thomas snorted coldly. He was becoming increasingly annoyed with 'Vine'. If she hadn't been so beautiful, he would have had her kicked out long ago.

Malte smiled and waved for someone to bring paper and pen. Anyway, his goal had been achieved, so he didn't mind watching another good show.

Three thousand gold coins. He had originally thought that he would be quite satisfied with 2,500 gold coins. He had long had enough of this shabby place called Kyles.

The contract was written down with pen and paper. Nobles valued their reputation the most, so as long as it was signed, there would basically be no problems.

In the other world, the contract is the embodiment of the power of faith in the God of Order.

"Okay, take out the money!" Thomas wanted to see how many gold coins could be put in this small wallet.

'Weinei' started to pay.

He grabbed a handful, then another handful, each handful had about twenty or thirty. Gradually, Thomas felt something was wrong... Why were there more?

Malte was also stunned. Wow, one or two hundred gold coins were gone in the blink of an eye. How did they get stuffed in there?

Now, everyone's attention was drawn to her as they watched 'Weinei' take out gold coins from her wallet and pile them up into a small hill on the ground.

"...3001, 3002... I'm lucky, 3003, just three more." 'Vene' clapped her hands and smiled elegantly, "Mr. Thomas, thank you for the 30 gold coins."

Thomas: “?”

"You're cheating! How could such a small wallet hold so much money? This must be a magic trick!"

"Just tell me, are these gold coins?"

"Yes, but..."

"Viscount Malte," 'Vine' said with a smile. "As agreed, Mr. Thomas will turn around and leave. Regardless of whether he is willing to fulfill a noble's promise or not, I have 3003 gold coins here, which is indeed more than he has. What do you think?"

"this..."

Malte was a little confused. He had never seen this before... Wait, is she a superhuman?

Yes, that purse...is the extraordinary item!

"Viscount Malte, I take back what I said just now. I cannot give up my title. I will pay 3500 gold coins to buy your title!" Thomas was very anxious. This was the master's task. If he failed to complete it, he would be in trouble!

"3500?" Malte was tempted.

"Mr. Malte, I'll use these gold coins and this wallet," said 'Vine'.

"Really?" Malte's eyes lit up. "Are you sure?"

An extraordinary item is not cheap.

"Of course, if you wish, we can sign the contract now, stamp it with the Viscount's seal, and never go back on our word."