YM778.TV Chapter 263: Baylor
Chapter 263: Baylor
Location- Baylor Mansion, Capital City
“Lady Sansa, not good! not good!” A middle-aged maid rushed into an elegant and grandiose library whose walls were lined with countless vintage and precious books.
“Kim, how many times do I have to warn you about disturbing me while I am in the library? I guess it has become a habit. Not something a little punishment can’t fix.” A graceful middle-aged lady with youthful charm and a curvaceous body warned the maid who rushed into the library.
“I am sorry miss, I wouldn’t have been so audacious if the situation did not warrant it.” Hearing her master’s threat the maid bowed and apologised.
“I see, let’s hear your reason for your behaviour and then I will decide on your punishment.” The glamorous lady hearing the maid’s plea decided to give the maid a chance at redemption.
“Madam, I visit the Hera’s card boutique to collect your armour card for tonight’s hunting banquet. There I ran into one of the maids from the Duskborn family, we got to talking and I was able to extract some information from her mouth.” The maid overemphasised her role in getting the news from the Duskborn family maid to escape the punishment her master spoke of.
“Stop exaggerating and get to the point.” The maid’s little thoughts did not escape Sansa’s eyes.
“Yes madam, I was getting there. According to the Duskborn family maid, the Duskborn family is planning on bringing Ellen’s only son back home, not only that if everything goes according to their plan they also plan on adding Ellen, her husband and son to the Duskborn family Ancestry book. And give her son the right to use the Duskborn family name.
She said that young master Brandon and Fire Fist emperor have left to the southern region to bring back Ellen’s son a few hours ago.” Reporting the information the maid humbly stood for her master’s instruction.
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“Good job Kim. I heard your son has graduated from the card university and has applied to serve as Baylor family guard. Here take this Golden Grimoire to increase his chances of getting recruited. Now leave.” Handing the maid the Golden Grimoire, Sansa asked her to leave.
“Thank you, Madam! Thank you!” Thanking her master, the maid excused herself.
Seeing the maid leave, Sansa summoned her grimoire and made a call,
“Your Highness, how can this slave be of service?” And a deep male voice answered the call.
“What happened to getting rid of the boy! It’s been two months since I handed you the mission. And you had the gall to demand full payment for a half-finished sloppy job.” Sansa yelled at the deep voice blaming him for collecting full payment and not delivering what was promised.
“That bitch you asked us to assassinate had stolen something of ours and hid it. With her and her husband dead, the boy was our only clue left, so we did not kill him.
Now that we have confirmed that the boy is in possession of our goods. We were about to handle him for good despite the things getting complicated right now due to the involvement of the southern emperor we will complete the task we have taken. By today afternoon you can expect to hear the good news.” The male voice explained to Sansa why the task she has assigned to them has not been completed yet.
“Cut the crap, I did not pay you to hear your bull shit. Get the Job done by today afternoon or else get ready to cough every single penny I paid you.” Sansa did not care for the explanation of the male voice, all she wanted was results, a cold corpse of her rival’s last spawn.
“Yes, Madam, trust me. I will contact you once the task is completed.” The male voice tried to assure Sansa but Sansa hung up the call. As any promise without results is an empty promise.
‘I cannot trust these fools to take care of the boy. It seems I will have to use someone else’ Hanging up the call Sansa went into deep thought as she knew she could not count on a third rate organisation that was stupid enough to name itself ‘The Circle’ to complete the task.
Contemplating for few minutes Sansa’s eyes shined brilliantly as she hurriedly made another call,
“The sun must have risen due west today for stunning Sansa to call me. Has your impotent husband left for another dungeon raid? Will you come over or should we meet at the regular place” a playful male voice sounded from the other end of the call.
“Norman, there is a time and place for that. This time I called you to talk about business.” Sansa was not offended by the vulgar words of Norman, indicating that Norman and Sansa’s relation was that of taboo nature between a married woman and a single man.
“We can always talk about the business before we do it, while we are doing it or after we did it a couple of times. So how about we meet at the regular place. You craved dragon meat right my men just caught a mature dragon in a dungeon raid, if you come to the usual place we can eat it, we can do it and talk about the business. One arrow and three birds, sweet right.” Norman did not give up with a single no, otherwise, how could he bed the wife of the youngest demigod in human history.
“First listen to what I have to say then you can decide whether we meet at the usual place.” Sansa knew Norman better than himself. Therefore instead of getting angry, she decided to let him decide whether they should meet at the usual place to do it today or not.
“Interesting, it must be something substantial for you to be so confident. But I have a condition.” Norman was not a fool, he knew what Sansa was doing, yet he decided to play along in exchange for a condition.
“What I am going to say will benefit both you and your family? If anything I should be the one demanding conditions.” Sansa argued.
“Whatever, I don’t care. I have to taste you today.” Norman threw a tantrum.
“Fine, you big baby. What is it?” Sansa asked impatiently
“Next time we do it, we will try the Titan’s big dipper position. You always reject it whenever I bring it up.” Norman complained as he mentioned his condition.
“Fuq you, you son of a freak! How many times should I remind you that position is too humiliating and demeaning? Any self-respecting woman will not do that.” Sansa cursed and yelled at Norman in anger.
“Okay, okay calm down. Didn’t you say you had some urgent business you wanted to talk about? Let’s talk” hearing Sansa go berserk, Norman gave up and tried to switch the topic.
“Good! Let’s talk business” Sansa smiled mischievously seeing Norman fall for her act.
“You little minx! Fine, It’s your win. I give up. What is that got you so riled up?” Norman gave up trying to take advantage of Sansa.
“Have you heard about Silver Milk Powder?” Asked Sansa seriously.
“Who hasn’t? Silver milk powder, a powder that helps mortals cultivate their active soul control. The hot discovery of the Southern Royal family, Heatsend Family. Name they got themselves a golden goose” Norman answered Sansa with everything he knew about Silver milk powder.
“Correction, the Silver Milk Powder is not the discovery of the Heatsend family but a backwater third-grade city boy. The Heatsend family only owns the complete rights for its production and supply.” Santa corrected Norman, this was the core part of what she was going to talk about.
“Potato~Patato, who cares about that ant? A fool who could not even protect what is rightfully his. ” Norman said in disgust.
“What if I say that ant that you look down on is key to our downfall. If things continue as they are, our doom is near.” Sansa prophesied.
“Sansa, do you know what you are implying? Our families participated in the founding of the current government and are the current pillars of the capital. Do you know even if the whole capital comes together it will be difficult for them to erase our families? How can a mere ant lead to the collapse of our families with 1000s of years of history.” Norman thought Sansa was an alarmist and did not take her word seriously.
“What if the ant that you despise is actually the son of Ellen Duskborn and one of the heirs of the Duskborn family?” Sansa finally revealed the reason for the call to Norman.
“What?” Norman exclaimed in surprise.
“Yes you heard right, the discoverer and 25% royalty owner of silver milk powder is the spawn of Ellen Duskborn,” Sansa repeated herself.
“How do you know this? How accurate is your info.” Norman inquired.
“You do not need to know that. What you need to know is that the Fire Fist Emperor and Axe Emperor of the Duskborn family are on their way to bring that evil spawn back to the Duskborn family. You can imagine what will happen next.” Sansa dodged Norman’s question and cautioned him about the plans of the Duskborn family.