He called over one of the vassals and asked them to fetch him a carriage to return, since his eting with her ladyship had co to an end.
The vassal didn't sense anything strange and did as asked, leaving to go get him a carriage.
"Excuse , sir." While waiting, Su Ping was suddenly approached by one of the estate maids.
"Her ladyship ordered that I hand this to you," said the maid, who handed him a small piece of parchnt before leaving.
"But didn't I just leave the Viscountess?" Su Ping wondered but unfolded the piece of parchnt and read it nevertheless.
'The plan's been set in motion...' that was what he saw written on the letter, along with so coordinates and a specified ti.
"I see he's been busy with work," Su Ping muttered to himself, his eyes squinting lightly. He now understood why that maid had handed this to him.
For one, he did sense his own power emanating from her, which ant she was amongst so of the servants he'd brainwashed the last ti he ca here. But even then, it didn't an she was the one who wrote this. Rather, she was rely acting as a middleman to deliver it to him from sobody else—soone who just proved to be a great investnt.
The carriage ca about right then, and Su Ping got on.
"Where to, sir?" the coachman inquired.
"Just follow my instructions," Su Ping replied calmly.
"Alright," the coachman nodded before starting the drive.
Right after crossing the estate's front gate, Su Ping saw a lone silhouette who'd just burst through the manor's front gate. Even from such a distance, his eyes could make out every single detail on her face—especially the look of frustration and anguish on it, one he found weirdly unsettling.
Never once did he expect the very woman he wished to kill to suddenly develop feelings for him. But as far as he could rember, he didn't recall anything that might have caused her to do such a thing.
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"We're here, sir." The coachman brought the carriage to a stop.
"Thank you," Su Ping alighted from the carriage, which left afterwards. He then entered the building in front of him, which was none other than the bar he owned.
He approached the counter and took a seat.
"Looks like she still hasn't returned," Su Ping muttered beneath his breath after taking a look around the place.
"And what would you be having today, kind sir?" the stand-in barwoman asked. He had to admit that Vivian sure knew how to recruit workers, to think that she'd hire soone so polite and professional.
"A glass of water," Su Ping replied right after.
"Alright, give a sec," she said before reaching behind the counter. She brought out a bottle and an empty glass, then poured the bottle of water into the glass cup and slid it to him.
"Much obliged," Su Ping caught the glass with ease and downed the entire thing in one gulp.
"Ahh..." he let out a refreshed breath.
"And how much for the glass?"
"Of course it's on the house," a voice said from behind him.
"You're finally back," he turned to see Vivian standing behind him.
"Boss, you're back," said the barwoman, her eyes filled with a hint of excitent.
"That I am, but I'm afraid I won't be accepting that title, since soone more deserving is right here," she chuckled, her words confusing the barwoman. "I apologize for the late introduction, but this man right here is actually the true owner of this establishnt."
"You an—" the barwoman stiffened, realizing that she was just about to charge the owner of the place for sothing that was literally his. "Please forgive , sir. I had no idea."
"It's okay," Su Ping raised a hand to stop her. "You did nothing wrong. Quite the contrary, I was pleased with your actions—the perfect character fit for a true worker," he chuckled at the end of his sentence.
"Of course, a true worker deserves a bonus as well." Under both won's gazes, he waved his hand, retrieving a silver coin from his spatial ring.
"Here, take this." He tossed the coin to her. The barwoman instinctively caught it, her eyes filled with amazent at his blatant generosity.
"Sir, I couldn't possibly."
"A true worker should also know when to be accepting." That was the only thing he said before glancing at Vivian.
"Shall we go and discuss how your venture turned out?"
"Of course, master." The both of them left the counter and found a seat at an empty table.
Vivian then retrieved the contract he'd given her and placed it on the table. "I was able to get quite a lot of them to formally comply with the agreent."
"A lot? How many do you an exactly?"
"Umm... several thousand, or perhaps tens of thousands."
"What?" His expression faltered due to montary shock. 'Several thousand?' Su Ping didn't know what to say.
He never recalled eting that many people when he went about offering them the deal, so how co she got so many people to et her to join the agreent?
"I believe it's your reputation, master. It seems you've made quite a na for yourself, that the people have practically begun to hurry in order to get in on your deal. I bet you even so in the other districts would soon co to join your proposition as well."
"You don't say..." A light chuckle escaped his lips, while a lighter smirk blood afterwards.
"I do apologize, because I recruited so people to help , since the number of applicants was quite a lot. Of course, all of this was done with my own personal funds, master."
"You needn't worry about that. Feel free to replace what you've spent with the revenue from the bar."
'If what she just said is true, then doesn't that an I've basically covered my financial situation?'
'I was wondering how I would cater for all those abandoned hybrids, to think the solution would pop up on its own so soon.' He felt the urge to laugh out loud; fortunately, he didn't.
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