"Two hundred and five... Gold coins?" Shire was surprised, "So much money? When did you borrow it?"
With a thunderous burp, Count Rene turned and ordered his servant to fetch something somewhere, then turned back.
"Although I don't like to be questioned, I will still show you the IOU." Do you want to sit? Sit down, you must have come a long way." Rene said.
Charles sat down to the round table with mixed feelings. The chair was very hard. Fortunately, there was a large piece of apple pie on the table. He cut it open with the knife beside him, and picked up a piece to taste. It was very delicious. But the thought that he had inherited such a large amount of debt for no reason, the Shire's mood was not good.
"I didn't know anything about it." Char swallowed a small piece of pie.
"You may not know, you may know, who knows?" Rene said, "But a debt, you have to pay it back." And Frederic is alone and has no other relatives. I hope you'll pay it off sooner, and more, before it turns into a bottomless mess, which I'm afraid won't look so good when you're respectable devil hunters."
"I helped you kill the winged demon."
"Either I and half the city are blind, or it really did fly out of your sanctuary, and I haven't settled that with you yet, little Charles." Rene looked at Char. "By the way, you're really young."
"... I will take responsibility even though I am young.
The servant brought the deed to Shire.
Etienne had taught Charles to read, and Charles now knew about a thousand or two words, not enough to read the poems and monographs, but enough to cope with everyday life.
"Frederic of Greytree Hall, on the 2nd of April, 474, second Age, borrows 50 gold pieces from our blessed protector, the Earl of Alberta. For special transactions. I hereby certify that.
Lender: Frederick
Lender: Rene de Alberta"
Underneath were two seals in bright red lacquer, the first of which, in the pattern of a hyacinth, belonged to Count Rene; The other seal features a sword and crossbow, which Shire estimates to be the seal of the Hunter's Sanctuary.
From the lunar month of 474 to the present 16 months have passed, and in just 16 months, the arrears soared from 50 gold coins to more than 205 gold coins, quadrupled! Char couldn't imagine how much money he would end up paying Rene if he allowed it to snowball.
He looked up at Rene, who was sipping his wine slowly with the presence of an old god.
That's a lot of money to pay back.
"I warned you! You should go kill him! Now that the lender is dead, the debt is written off!" "Shouted Graddiu.
Charles recalled the previous public opinion of Count Rene, Rene is undoubtedly a greedy, stingy, selfish person, and everyone said he was stupid, now it seems obviously unfair, how can a stupid person maintain such a large loan industry?
In addition to the Hunter's Chapel, Charles believed that many guilds, many nobles, and many merchants owed money to Rene. And Rene is sure to get the money back, he is the Lord of the Grey Tree Hall, has the power to judge all disputes in his territory, is both the creditor and the judge, with the army and power, it is obviously difficult to go against him, can only honestly find a way to repay the loan.
Apart from the nobility, Rene is just a fat balding man, but when you add the aura of the Earl of Grey Tree Hall, he looks intimidating.
'So, Char, is there anything else?
"My bounty. The hundred gold pieces."
"That money is for the loan, and I can strike a hundred gold pieces off for you at once." Rene said.
"I need money, I need cash! That demon is very powerful." Shire pressed for more, "It is invulnerable, the army can't defeat it, it interferes with people's minds, it does terrible damage, and if it is not stopped, the whole city will be in danger."
"But now it's dead, and you're responsible for doing this, it's your profession." Just as the man who sells milk has to sell milk, the craftsman who blacksmith has to blacksmith, and the man who tints skin has to mix with potions all day long... This is your job, and you would not have given you a hundred gold pieces, because that is the monster that escaped from your sanctuary, and you are the cause of the trouble, and you will not have a bad conscience to take this money?" Rene said in disgust.
"I have to get the cash." Char insisted, "I need the money now. I need to find a way to restart the Church and get the Hunter's Church up and running again."
"The hundred gold pieces in your hands will only be abused, and it will be more useful to pay off your debts. I am thinking of you." Rene laughed without thinking.
Char felt torn. If he didn't get the money, he would return to the Hunter's Sanctuary with empty pockets. Alicia needed the money, too. He needed the money to get her out of the brothel. How did the world suddenly want money everywhere, he suddenly missed the twilight forest.
"' You know I could have given up my job and gone somewhere else. '" Graddiu said softly.
"... But you have to understand that I stepped forward to protect this city out of a sense of duty." Shire suddenly raised his voice, "If I decide to leave the Grey Tree Hall, who will protect it?" Who will fight the devil?"
Rene frowns.
"You want to escape? I'll start with the bad. It never ends well for those who run away with my debts." Rene coughed.
"' A wise man makes friends with a demon hunter. '" Graddiu whispered.
"My Lord." Shire made a sincere expression, "To tell the truth, I really do not understand the debt thing, if you insist on taking the money I deserve, used to repay the loan, although it is legitimate, but it will disrupt many of my plans." I think everyone should make one more friend than one more enemy, and devil hunters like me need special consideration."
"Are you threatening us?" The young man next to Rene suddenly spoke. He had been looking around him with arrogance, ignoring everything, but now he spoke with a lot of air and confidence.
"Whether this is a threat or not, you will not know in a week, but you will know in a month, half a month, years." '" Graddiu said regretfully.
It was so vicious that Shire decided to repeat it.
Then he thought of what Alicia had said, that men were divided into wolves and dogs.
So he took a deep breath, his eyes were deep, and the people around him could not help but be attracted by this enigmatic temperament of Shire, and listened to what he said in silence.
"It's not a threat." Charles paused. "You may not see it in a week, but you will see it in a month, half a month, years..."
Rene finished the wine in the glass.
"Don't worry, my son. He is right. These are troubled times in the kingdom, and we need friends, not quarrels." Rene patted the young man on the shoulder and ordered the servant to fetch the wine. "Damn it, how could I forget hospitality? Go and get something to eat and drink. Roche? Aren't you tired of standing all the time?"
Rocher held hands and listened the whole time, like a ghost, and Char had almost forgotten her presence.
"As far as I know, standing is a kind of exercise." "It activates our bodies, builds our strength and gives us good posture," Rocher explains.
"Don't. Let the gods see, there is no one more upright than you for thousands of miles around, sit down, sit down." Rene patted the table. "You're not in any hurry to get back to Fort Gloom."
Fort Gloom seems to be Rocher's fiefdom, and the name of the castle sounds scary.
Rocher then took a chair and sat down beside Shire. Her expression was always cold and stiff, no, stiff seemed too much to say, but it seemed to Char more like she kept the same expression because nothing around her moved her.
"Will the count give me money?" Char muttered to himself.
"Why are you so anxious as a child, he will surely give you the money, he is scared." But you must still be calm, and show yourself to be a man of deep concealment, so as to convince the count that you are no ordinary young hunter." Graddius kept telling him, "You see, it's a lot of trouble, it's because you don't want to do it that we have to do these twists and turns." If we cut him off, the debt will be wiped out, and we can kill."
"Then I'm not me." Shire didn't think so.
The servant brought a bottle of aperitif sparkling wine to Char, who looked very professional with a moustache and a white shirt in black.
"Chettra from the Rain-bay Hall, please."
Rain Bay Hall, not far from the Gray Tree Hall, is a lush large harbor. There the climate is humid, the grapes are full of water, grow particularly fat, full, sweet and juicy, is the largest wine producing region in Loman.
The servant filled Shire's tall silver cup and brought him a plate of honey cake.
"Let's drink to our friendship." "Murmured Rene.
Shire drank half of the wine, the bitter juice of the wine flowed into the abdomen, but soon the root of the tongue was happy back gan.
Rene backed off.
The situation is getting better and better, and with this 100 gold, he will have the strength to rebuild the Hunter Sanctuary, revitalize the entire hunter community of Upper Loman as a leader, and protect more people. Of course, you can take the money and go to Alicia...
"And how will your lordship show your friendship?" Char asked. "When can I get the money?"
"Money? Not yet." Rene shook his head. "You still won't get any money."
'Why?
"No one." Rene stood up, raised his hand arrogantly, and gave a forceful wave of authority to the people around him, "No one can take a single gold from my vault, no one. Shire, this hundred ducats is for your debt. You want cash? No way! So you owe me 105 ducats, plus..."
Shire threw the wine on the ground.