Chapter 229: Twenty-fifth Episode: Chapter 6-2 (1/2)
Chapter 229: Twenty-fifth Episode: Chapter 6-2
Translator: EndlessFantasy TranslationEditor: EndlessFantasy Translation
It was midsummer. The heat in Dulin City was dry and unbearable. The seasonal wind had not arrived in the Capital of Titan Empire that was located at the center of the land. The scorching sun turned the rocky road into burning oven.
It was already in the afternoon. The streets at the Lair was surprisingly empty. Only wild dogs and escaped chicken were roaming about the streets. There was a small shop that sold fruits and cold drinks not far away from the opera house in the Lair. The owner was really good at maintaining his business. According to sayings, he had a background in a mafia. Thus, the beggars and those engaged in dangerous business did not dare at all to mess with this southern old man who held fruits knife.
The owner was not old actually, only the wrinkles on his face were etched deeper than those of his age. He most often leaned on the door and flaunted his advanced technique of peeling skin of fruits to the pedestrians and children. However, he was a little odd today. He did not hold his knife today and also seemed reluctant to deal with those dirty children. He only stood by the door and kept looking at the opera house, seemingly waiting for someone.
Around two in the afternoon, when the sun was highest in the sky, a clumsy person crashed into the street two meters away from the shop. This pale-looking guy was dashing forward, wearing a large cloak under the scorching sun. He did not concern himself with the yells coming from behind him.
The shop owner suddenly raised his hands and did some slight movements with his fingers. Under usual circumstances, no one would care what an old man selling fruits was doing. However, in Dulin, especially for the Secret Service Department, any agent who saw this hand sign would know someone was about to get into some deep trouble.
In front of the opera house, the secretive person who was dashing about stopped. He threw a few glances at the huge opera house that was decorated terribly by the local gangsters. When he noticed the prostitutes were gathering around him, he banged on the door of the opera house that was heavily vandalized by obscene words. The one who opened the door for him was the infamous ax-killer Godot in the Underworld. Godot's bear-like figure completely blocked the door crack and the sunlight. It was pitch black in the opera house, a well-suited depiction of the image of this city of sins. The secretive visitor exchanged a few words with Godot in low voice. Then, the tall ax-killer nodded and welcomed him inside.
The door to the opera house closed. A bunch of seemingly bored guys immediately gathered together. They sat on the stairs and blocked the door with their bodies. Even if these local gangsters who were chatting loudly did not wear any odd expressions, the weapons that glowed coldly from their pockets already warned the passersby that the people should not mess with Brother Domingo in the opera house.
After getting out of prison, Domingo had taken control of the Lair. The previous head had built a good foundation for him, so Domingo's work had been rather easy. To be fair, this was unrelated to whether he was able to take up this responsibility because everyone knew there was another more powerful person behind Domingo. Everyone respected this person. Take the Underworld, for example, people had never heard of any ultimate criminal from the Damorga Prison that was given the title of 'holy disciple' by the Pope. So... Respecting this person was the same as respecting Domingo, and respecting Domingo meant being responsible for their own lives.
Domingo despised the guy in front of him from the bottom of his heart. He did not like his official tone of ordering others, neither did he like his way of commenting on his afternoon tea, asking what sort of rubbish that was.
However, Dominga naturally knew that there was no need to bother with him, as soon someone would eliminate this guy from this world.
Baron Larlton from the Mint Bureau of the Ministry of Finance was not good at dealing with gangsters. In his eyes, the Lair was the symbol of all sins in this world. Those with a high status and a good reputation should never set foot in this place in their lives. However, only those mafia bosses in the Lair and that man enjoying himself in Italia could solve this troublesome matter for him and his master in the whole Titan.
Since the guy did not favor the afternoon tea, Domingo immediately went into the main topic. He asked, ”Have you brought the stuff?”
”Yeah!” Baron Larlton took off his cloak and put on his glasses. He searched for a bit in his cloak and took a wooden box from some unknown places after a while. The wooden box was only three fingers wide and about eight centimeters long. Facing the legendary mafia boss, the officer from the Ministry of Finance handed the wooden box over. Domingo was getting a little impatient. He snatched the box and opened up the ink sealing the opening. After opening the box, two shiny metals flashed upon the boss's face. Domingo nodded in satisfaction.
The wooden box was laid on the table, and there were two strange-looking coins with an inverted design inside. If those greedy people saw it, they would definitely realize that these two coins had the design of the Empire's common golden Ti. They were strange because the signs and words on the coins were all inverted which meant that...
”This is molded?”
”Yeah, that's right!” The person from the Ministry of Finance nodded with conviction.
”I can ask experts to--”
”Are you kidding me?” Baron Larlton was the one who got impatient this time. ”I have worked with these things for my whole life. When I say it's real, it must be real. What better experts do you need?”
”That is true...” Doming shrugged without concern. He played with the two precious metals that were sufficient to turn the whole world around like a child. It was terrifying to even think about it. What if such things were in the hands of the enemy... No matter what, such corrupted officer in the Ministry of Finance truly opened his mind!
”Alright! You got what you want! The Prince promised that--”
”Wait!” Domingo suddenly interrupted him. He glared at the officer who ran his mouth too easily with a threatening gaze, ”Sir! Just as you won't mention Marquis Almodovar Godzilla in the trading, in my case... the whole trading does not relate to Prince O'Neil in any way!”
”But our trading must be guaranteed by the Prince. He must...”
”No! No!” Domingo shook his head, ”You must have misunderstood! The Prince has no idea of this matter since the beginning. Why will he give his promises for something he does not know about?”
”You? You...” Baron Larlton opened his mouth wide. His stammering loyally expressed his helplessness. This was completely different from the trading conditions which they discussed before. According to Marquis Almodovar Godzilla, his mission was to send the molded metals here, then to instruct the Prince to build an underground foundry at a secretive place...
The sound of opening doors and boots surprised the stunned Baron Larlton. This noble gentleman leaned on his chair stiffly. If it was unacceptable for Prince O'Neil Andrew Morisette to have nothing to do with this matter, then the agents of Secret Service Department who suddenly crashed inside were undoubtedly the last people he would want to see here!
Facing the weapons that were about to approach him, the boss of the Lair raised his hands as he chuckled, ”Please, sir... This is a private property, please do not break anything...”
The eastern plate, Persian's glass utensils and the exquisite ceramic from Feru... These valuable high-class products were all smashed into pieces on the floor.
Women's cries were low like the breathing of nightingale. They were often mixed with a few yells in between.
After destroying the room, Marquis Almodovar Godzilla, the finance minister, finally calmed down to take a breath. The intense actions of throwing things exhausted him, ”Think about it! Think more!” The smart Lord Sea Creature kept advising himself. There must be a reason why this matter had come to this day! Even if there was no sign from before, if O'Neil Andrew Morisette dared to mess with him, then this little guy had planned this action since half a year ago.
Half a year ago. Or even earlier! The advancement of the manufacturing industry in the south had pushed the Titan nobles into having second thoughts. Marquis Almodovar Godzilla, who was accountable for the financial affairs of the Empire, naturally knew the current situation. During the chaotic period, the Sea Creature's representatives in the south were all eliminated (by the Sea Creature himself). After the Prince had calmed the situation down, even though the industry had a hard time recovering, this did not affect the finance minister from resuming his previous position in a certain area.
After communicating with the infamous Havink family in the south, his fiancée's family, Almodovar Godzilla realized wholeheartedly how stupid his tricks to deal with underground trading were to the real businessmen. Along with the increase of discussion, the finance minister kept feeling that he had wasted all of his life doing his job.