Chapter 271 (1/2)

Chapter 271: Chapter 271

Faced with his strong denial, the duke smiled, adjusting his glasses.

“Baron Enen, you work at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, where you are in charge of the trading and customs with the Lisa kingdom. Right?”

“That’s right.”

“Then you must know well how to avoid inspection or tariffs when trading with the kingdom of Lisa, right?”

“No, I do not know.”

“You have been in charge of that section for over five years. You don’t know how?”

“No, I’m embarrassed to say.”

Duke Verita, who smiled again at Baron Enen who consistently denied, said, “Really? It’s very strange. I heard that the merchant group of the Enen family has grown significantly for the past five years. I hear your merchant group has been mainly dealing with items, especially duty-free items from the kingdom of Lisa.”

“What are you talking about? Our family doesn’t have a merchant company.”

Duke Verita, once again smiled and refuted his remarks, said, browsing through the pile of documents on the desk, “Yes, your family doesn’t run any merchant company, but one of your relatives is a priest. That priest, the third son of your great-grandfather, in other words, your uncle, runs a merchant company.”

“What are you talking about? How can a priest run a company? That’s impossible.”

“Ah, he certainly didn’t make the merchant company under his name, but aren’t you the real owner because you are behind the company, enjoying great benefits from him.”

“It’s natural for a priest to do something good. Don’t you think there is a leap in your logic when you argue that I’m running a merchant company on behalf of him just because I benefited from him?”

The baron defended himself passionately as if he was insulted and disputed Duke Verita confidently.

Was he encouraged by the baron’s counterattack? Earl Wrestling, who was silent until now, opened his mouth. It seemed that he was speaking on behalf of Duke Jena or Earl Hamel who were watching the situation.

“I think the baron is right. I don’t think you can’t make such a conclusion just because he benefited from the priest.”

“Of course, I would not have said that without any hard evidence. Now, this is a list of donations to the priest from the merchant company. As you can see, the donation was not made to the temple, but to this particular priest.”

“The owner of the merchant company gave great favor to the priest? Well, why do you think that’s strange?”

“Well, he donates exactly 80% of the merchant company’s profits to the priest every time. What do you think?”

“I have heard that there are certain types of donations that are made with a fixed rate.

Although the amount of the donation is rather large, I think it totally depends on the individual how much he donates.”

When the two were engaged in the heated argument, the emperor raised his right hand. When they stopped immediately, he said coldly, “Well, it seems your argument will go on and on. Duke Verita, please explain first why the merchant company of the Enen family is related to the current case. If there is no connection between the two, it doesn’t matter whether the Enen family made a lot of money by importing tariff-free goods. ”

“Yes, Your Majesty. This is surprisingly simple. As you know, it is customary not to check import items entering the temple even if they cross the border. Baron Enen exploited this and brought poison into the empire through the merchant company of his family. In other words, he imported poison by disguising it as the items going to the priest.”

“Hmm, how would you prove it?

“I have summoned the chief of the merchant company and the priest here. So, you will be persuaded if you listen to them.”

“Okay. Bring them here.”

Shortly afterwards, the two men stepped in. The elderly man in a pale yellow-green robe had a somewhat relaxed expression, while the other man, in his mid 30s, was nervous and pale.

“May the blessings of life be with you. I, Priest Sorel, am honored to greet Your Majesty, the Sun of the empire!”

“I, Barba Roan, am honored to greet you, the Sun of the Empire.”

I looked down at the middle-aged man, trembling and stuttering before the duke.

Given that he has no middle name, he looked like a life-time only nobleman, but he seemed to be treated as a commoner, not a family vassal.