269 Ivanovszki’s Plo (1/2)

Chapter 269: Ivanovszki’s Plot

Translator: Kris_LiuEditor: Vermillion

Lucien purposely asked in a confused tone, ”Mr. Ivanovszki? It's quite late now…”

Ivanovszki's response was quite cheesy and suspicious, ”I'm visiting you this late, Mr. Peter, because of the good news. I know several viscounts from Vladimir family, so I felt quite close to you the first time I saw you, Mr. Peter, not to mention how your courage and fighting skills impressed me… So I'd like to share the good news with someone I like.”

All of Ivanovszki's words only reminded Lucien of a fraud. However, as powerful and influential as Ivanovszki, why would he be interested in Lucien, a nobody?

After thinking for a few seconds, Lucien decided to listen to him to see what the good news was. Getting more information was never a bad thing, since Lucien would probably be able to see through Ivanovszki's secret plot during their conversation.

Lucien used his knight instinct and sensed that there was someone else on the other side of the door with Ivanovszki, but the person was not trying to hide himself—the person should be Ivanovszki's assistant or something.

With his left hand holding Frost, Lucien opened the door casually.

Ivanovszki still dressed in his party suit, like a winter bear wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. Beside him there was an old man wearing a black suit and bow tie. The old guy looked gloomy, his eyes dull, face wrinkled and cold. Holding a black suitcase, he was shorter than Ivanovszki.

Seeing that Mr. Peter opened the door himself, Ivanovszki looked a bit confused, ”Mr. Peter, where's your butler? How come you do this yourself?”

”He's sick because of the storm. I asked him to take a rest.” Lucien explained casually, ”And this is?”

Ivanovszki pointed at the old man and grinned, ”This is my assistant, Matvienko. He's talented in doing business, and he's got his own understanding of economy.”

”Oh… Mr. Matvienko, may I ask for your thoughts on the production, circulation and distribution of wealth? Do you think the market is controlled by an invisible hand and follows its own rules?” asked Lucien seriously. Obviously, he did not like this old guy at all, who was not so much an economy expert as a aggressive safeguard.

Matvienko frowned, offering no answer, while Ivanovszki's smile froze on his face. After a while, he laughed out of embarrassment, ”Haha, Mr. Peter, it's really hard to find a noble and a knight like you who's this profound in economy…”

”I'm just a beginner in economy. Some related knowledge is helpful for when I have my own land in the future, isn't it?” Lucien did not keep giving them a hard time. What he just said was more like a warning—dare you mess up with me!

Ivanovszki put on an impressed look, ”Good idea. Young nobles like you, Mr. Peter, do have different understandings and thoughts.” He also did not mention anything professional in economy.

Lucien let them in. When they sat down on the couch, Lucien poured each of them a cup of water, ”So, what is it about, Mr. Ivanovszki?”

Ivanovszki's big hands were holding the porcelain cup like a toy. He smiled, ”Mr. Peter, you do know that Count Witte has part of his blood from family Vladimir, right?”

”Of course. The count's mother was family Vladimir's member. She awakened the family Blessing, Frost, as a knight and a lord.” Lucien replied, ”But so what? Count Witte's Blessing, Withering, is still from his father's family, and Count Witte is the first one in his family who managed to become a radiant knight, not to mention all his brilliant exploits on the battlefields… His achievement has way surpassed the glory of his mother's family…” Lucien seized the chance to show that he knew the family well.

Ivanovszki's put on a meaningful smile, ”Just as you said, Mr. Peter… the good news is that you will be provided with the title of a count, and the wealth of a local count.”

Because of the many mines in Ural, most nobles here were way richer than nobles in other countries and areas.

”What do you mean?! What's gonna happen to Count Witte?” Lucien pretended to be shocked, ”Why me?”

Ivanovszki slightly nodded to calm Lucien down, ”As you know, Carleena's the niece of the second wife of Count Witte, and she's thus close to the count. According to Carleena, Nevskiy, the cardinal in Ural city, asserted that the count could only live up to another half year. No divine power can cure this, because it's the count's natural aging.”

Lucien maintained the shocked look on his face.