Entering the bedroom, Sarah was already waiting by the window.
The bright moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains, gently casting on her delicate profile. Seeing Luo Yan enter, she imdiately jumped down from the windowsill and gracefully curtsied.
Apart from the etiquette Luo Yan taught her hand in hand—
She even switched her address to the style Luo Yan desired.
"Your Highness, Baron Ticky Cosia's flamboyant return has already begun to fernt. All day today, the taverns in the port area of the Holy City have been discussing this baron from the New Continent, and the increasingly exaggerated legends about the Gana Continent being filled with gems and endless wealth!"
Taufu was lying asleep on the pillow.
Perhaps due to the colder weather, this "at lizard" couldn't resist the hereditary code flowing in its blood and began to feel the urge to hibernate.
Luo Yan sat down in the soft armchair, casually took the hot tea Sarah handed over, and took a satisfied sip, then said lightly.
"It seems Ticky hasn't disappointed , his personality is exactly suited for such ostentatious performances. The more high-profile his performance, the easier it is for the people of the Holy City to believe us."
It won't be long before the owner behind Horn should make contact with Ticky. Once he regains his land and honor, "Kosia's Drifting Story" will imdiately beco a bestseller among the middle and lower classes of the Holy City.
And then—
Countless young n with dreams will board the ship to Withered Wood Port, stepping onto that dreamland paved with gold.
Sarah nodded with a smile and continued reporting:
"Additionally, good news has also co from Lumier's side. He has confird the genealogy of the Dantes family, and although the story of that Edmond Dantes is full of holes, fortunately... the tale hasn't started changing from his generation, which gives us plenty of room for embellishnt. Lumier has organized the details into a small booklet for Your Highness to review."
Sarah said, taking a leather booklet from the desk behind her and handing it to Luo Yan with both hands.
Luo Yan opened the booklet, a few traces of admiration in his eyes, and read softly.
"Excellent, Lumier always manages things so thoroughly, I'm very pleased with his ticulousness. Now the last piece of the puzzle is complete, we can finally start our plan."
Counterfeits also have "old" and "new" distinctions.
If one had to choose between the two, of course, the more aged counterfeits hold more packaging value.
At least Mr. Edmond Dantes in the role is utterly convinced by what he says and won't abandon it halfway out of guilt.
If such an unpleasant situation really happened, he could only ask Mr. Edmond Dantes to take the secret to his grave and then find a way from his widow and children.
Trying to take money from the hands of a demon doesn't co without any cost.
After musing for a mont, Luo Yan closed the booklet in his hand, looked at Sarah with a smile, and ordered.
"Inform Lumier to deliver the gift I've prepared for the Dantes family. Loyalty Street is not a place fit for the Colin family mbers; they should at least live decently to prevent the citizens of the Holy City from thinking that Prince Colin is soone who forgets his roots... We can't let Mr. Cosia steal the spotlight of the story's protagonist."
Sarah respectfully nodded, genuine admiration in her eyes:
"Understood, Your Highness... I will personally make arrangents first thing tomorrow morning."
Luo Yan tossed the booklet into his storage space, leaned back leisurely in the chair, closed his eyes in ditation, the easy smile on his face like a crescent moon resting against a glass window.
The bedroom was silent, only the evening breeze outside the window gently stirred the leaves, setting the prelude for the storm about to sweep through the Holy City.
Everything was proceeding according to his pre-set script.
At the sa ti, in an unknown corner, light footsteps filled the serene secret chamber along with the flickering candlelight.
Before the statue of Karamos lusine, a figure in a robe bowed respectfully, placing the candlestick beside the statue.
"—How has he perford?"
From the shadows, a deep, raspy voice drifted in, like a venomous snake hissing from the dark.
The cloaked follower nodded respectfully.
"His performance is impeccable, just like a true prince... To be honest, even I cannot see through his true face."
The shadow of the statue let out a gentle laugh, making it hard to read whether it was joy or re amusent.
No god would tell all things to their followers, and the follower hidden under the hood's shadow knew well to keep silent, not asking questions he shouldn't know.
For example—
Who exactly is that Prince Colin to deserve such attention from Lord Karamos.
And also—
What role does this prince, with countless ties to Hell, play to garner interest from so many forces.
Apparently done with laughing, Lord Karamos' shadow fell silent, his voice unhurried, with a dash of laziness.
"Enough, I know now, you may leave."
The follower paused slightly, hesitant to speak.
"Do you not require to do anything for you?"
Their communication was no easy feat—
Especially under the noses of Saint Xi and the Emperor.
The shadow of the statue spoke slowly.
"Not for now, just watch him for , keep an eye on his every move... I need you to figure out what exactly he wants to do."
Can even the demon from Hell, who governs over desires, not see through the desires in that Highness's eyes?
The follower was secretly surprised, becoming even more curious about that mysterious prince.
Who exactly is he?
Unfortunately—
Lord Karamos would not answer his questions, and as the puppet of the forr, all he could do was comply with this one obligation.
The lowered brim of his hat shielded his chin, he bowed respectfully, just as devoutly as when he prayed in the church during the day.
"As you command."
The shadow of the statue returned to normal.
He blew out the candlestick and turned to leave.
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