It was clear to the keen-eyed observers that this fellow actually had no promissory note; he was rely a clown trying to extort money from an old friend but kicked the iron plate instead.
"This guy dared to demand paynt from Baron in public..."
"Truly shortsighted..."
"This guy is likely a loan shark; he's really muddled this ti, putting the IOU on the head of Mr. Cosia."
"The thing I hate most in this life is loan sharks!"
Listening to the low murmurs of disdain among the crowd, beads of sweat rolled down Horn's forehead, hoping that the public humiliation would quell Mr. Cosia's anger.
Ticky looked down at Horn, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, but rembering how this fellow once fawned over him and then revealed his true colors, a slight, mocking smile ultimately erged on his lips.
This guy isn't worthy of sympathy—
The number of unfortunate souls destroyed by his loan sharking is unknown.
If it wasn't for being a noble, he probably wouldn't have had the chance to leave this city and might have lost his life in so unknown alley when handing over land.
Ticky said leisurely.
"My old friend, it seems your affection runs deep, to attract my attention using such... hmm, unexpected ans. Everyone heard, this is just a misunderstanding, let's spare this prematurely muddled Mr. Horn... I think he might indeed have mixed up the IOUs."
The crowd burst into laughter, amused by the Baron's humor, feeling truly chard by his gentlemanly and graceful deanor.
This is a down-to-earth master!
The crowd sent whistles and applause, though not as sincere and strong as for Prince Colin, the montum was not far behind.
Horn stood stiffly, like a weathered statue, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.
Ticky did not continue to look at him and turned to bow to the onlookers, speaking gently, "Friends, thank you for patiently listening to my long story. Having been away from the nation for many years, not seeing folks from my hotown, I've unknowingly beco a bit of a chatterbox. As an apology for taking up your ti, I would like to... share this joy with everyone."
Having said this, he smiled and directed his gaze to Langton, the young man about to inherit the Baron title.
"Langton, this bag of gold coins, you will throw them into the air for ... consider it a treat from the Cosia family for everyone to have a cup of coffee."
Langton, flushed with excitent, ran forward to pick up the money bag, raised his trembling arm high, and shouted loudly.
"Baron Cosia treats everyone to coffee!"
In the next mont, dazzling gold coins scattered like golden raindrops, shimring under the bright sunlight, instantly turning the square in front of the port into a sea of festivity.
Unexpectedly, watching the show even cos with money, people cheered, scread, and scrambled madly for the falling gold coins, leaving the entire farce behind.
However, it won't be long before this revelry is over, they will rember Baron Cosia as a generous and kind gentleman.
Just as the people of Thunder City always rember Prince Colin's generosity.
Watching the fish drawn in by the bait, Ticky walked contentedly through the boiling crowd. Langton followed step by step behind him, face full of admiration, chattering on.
"Sir, you don't have a place to stay yet... how about coming to my mansion? I want to hear more about the New Continent! I an, Gana Continent!"
Seeing the little fan who has completely turned in his mold, Ticky did not stop but simply smiled lightly and said.
"No need, my servant has reserved a room at the Imperial Royal Hotel, if you're interested in the continuation of the story, you can co to the hotel to find at this ti tomorrow."
As for Horn—
That guy still knelt there like a stray dog, as if his entire soul had been drained.
At this mont, Ticky felt unparalleled satisfaction, believing all the humiliation and suffering of the past ten years swept away with the flying gold coins, leaving only intoxicating contentnt.
Although he can't quite say that his great vengeance has been fulfilled, it's indeed as Lord Demon King said—he is slowly reclaiming everything that was taken from him.
First, dignity and honor.
Then—
The land!
Looking beyond the chaotic crowd and the street turned upside down by gold coins, a cold smile appeared on his lips, and ambitious flas burned in his eyes.
Holy City—
I'm back!
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