Ron stood up, walked to Bette's side with a smile, and leaned against the desk together with him to show his respect and express the equality of their status.
Only then did he speak slowly: "Mr. Bette, if I provide the funds, find a way to help you promote and successfully sell all the goods, turning this unpromising business into a lasting source of profit. How much of the profit share can I get?"
"Uh!" Bette was stunned for a moment: "Knight Ron, are you from a merchant family?"
"No!"
"No?" Bette was even more surprised: "Then why do you know the rule that when doing business with someone, you must sit and stand together? This is an obscure principle that only those who have been in business for a long time understand."
"It's not important!" Ron said with a smile: "Since you agree to the principle of fair trade, let's talk about the serious business. Of course, I know that when you asked if I was from a merchant background, it was more out of consideration of my business skills."
"I can tell you clearly that I'm not! But this doesn't mean I don't have the intuition and ability of a merchant."
Bette looked seriously at Ron's serious eyes for a while, and suddenly showed a smile unique to a profiteer.
"I'm very willing to have a detailed discussion with you, but not now. I have to go and arrange the departure first. We have been delayed for a long time and must set sail immediately."
"We have to reach the territory before the sea freezes. This will be a long voyage of more than a month. That is to say, we will have more than a month to talk slowly. Do you think it's okay?"
"Sure!" Ron nodded: "If you're not in a hurry, I'm even less in a hurry! And just as you said, we have more than a month to have a good chat!"
"Well! You rest here first. If you think the office is uncomfortable, you can also go to your room, which is next to the captain's room."
"I know that the two of you have just gotten engaged and it's the time when your emotions and desires are the strongest. So, I specially prepared a double bathtub for you. I hope you like it. Of course! I also hope you can take care of me, this old bachelor. When you two release your desires along the way, keep the noise down a little." Bette said with a bitter face.
Ron listened, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
Not long after Bette left, the "Lucky Sailor" moored at the port officially raised its sails and began to move slowly, heading north.
And as soon as Christie heard that there was a double bathtub in the room, she insisted on dragging Ron to take a look. When the ship started, she insisted on taking a bath with Ron in the double bathtub and having a wonderful activity to enhance the relationship between husband and wife, under the name of "The Battle of Departure"!
...
It was dinner time. Ron did not have dinner with Christie. Instead, he carried a dinner plate with some bread and beef on it. Of course, there was also the indispensable mushroom soup and went to look for another woman.
Ron gently knocked on the door. After the person inside replied "Come in", he pushed the door and entered.
Lir was sitting on the narrow and hard wooden bed at this time, staring blankly.
She didn't know what mistake she had made. That day, after Ron left, she saw that the killer was still in a coma and didn't wake up. Because she was too sleepy, she went back to her room to sleep. Who knew that when she woke up, she found herself locked in this small room.
Except for someone delivering food regularly every day, no one talked to her, and no one told her why she was brought here.
She called for help, but no one responded to her.
She was already a little desperate and didn't know what would happen in the future?
But today, she saw a familiar stranger push the door and enter.
"Ron?" Lir was pleasantly surprised: "Why are you here?"
Ron smiled and put the food on the small table beside the bed, and then sat down next to Lir.
"I'm sorry to see you only now."
Lir opened her eyes wide: "Did you ask someone to bring me here? Why imprison me? If you think my charge is too high, I can give up those gold coins. Please let me go home. I..."
Saying that, Lir covered her face and burst into tears.
Ron waited quietly for Lir to vent. Seeing that the other party was crying more and more sadly, he reached out and gently patted the other party's back and said slowly:
"Okay, don't cry. I'll tell you everything. But please also believe me that I have no malice. Even doing this is for your own good."
Lir raised her head and wiped her tears: "What exactly happened?"
"Everything is because of that killer!" Ron said seriously: "The organization that the killer belongs to is a very terrifying existence. Anyone related to the target he assassinated will be implicated."
"When I hid the killer in your house, I originally just wanted to hide him temporarily. But I accidentally got you involved in a greater danger."
"I won't talk about the specific matter. You just need to know that the current situation is that if your whereabouts are exposed, not only the killer organization may come for you, but also a noble family wants to kill you for fear of you revealing secrets."
"For your safety, I took the liberty to have someone bring you here. And you need to go to my territory with me to be safe."
After listening, Lir was stunned for a moment: "Are you a lord?"
"Sort of!"
Lir suddenly laughed, shyly patted Ron's shoulder, and blamed: "When did you have a crush on me? Can't you just say it directly? You had to kidnap me in this scary way and come up with such a lame excuse."
"Uh!" Ron's mouth twitched, and he thought carefully about what he had just said and found that there was no ambiguity!
Why does this Miss Lir always misunderstand his words?
"Miss Lir!" Ron sat up straight and said in a serious tone: "I'm telling you the matter very seriously, and every word I said is the truth. Also, I already have a fiancée. She is also on the ship now, preparing to go to the territory with me."
After Lir heard this, it was like a bolt from the blue. She asked weakly: "Can I not go? I want to go home!"
"If you're not afraid of death, I promise to let you off at the next port we pass. But please believe me. If I'm not mistaken, as soon as you leave this ship, someone will make a move on you. The person who makes the move is likely to be someone on the ship, and I can't stop it."
"Because your safety is an agreement between me and a certain high-level of that noble family. As long as you go to the territory with me, she won't care about you. But if you leave, she will make a move. I'm very sorry to have involved you, but it has happened. I hope you can understand me."
Lir forced a smile: "I understand. I will go to the territory with you and live there. But you have to pay me a salary, and I'm not a servant."
"No problem! As long as we reach the territory, you will be free. You can even choose a piece of land there and build your own house!" Ron laughed.
"Really?" Lir couldn't believe it.
"Really!"
In the imperial law, it is stipulated that all the land belongs to each lord. Every commoner living on the lord's land has to pay taxes. This is a truth that every commoner knows.
Once you own a piece of land, no matter how small it is, you can be called a lord.
Of course, to become a lord, one has to undertake the corresponding responsibilities of a lord. But if the land is given as a gift by a certain lord, this rule does not need to be followed.
The common ones are knight territories. There is neither national tax nor lord tax. It's just that the knight who owns this territory has to work for the family or lord he swears allegiance to.
Therefore, Lir couldn't believe that one day a lord would give her a piece of land.
"You mustn't regret it!" Lir said excitedly.
Ron smiled and replied: "Just make sure you don't regret it."
"If I, Lir, regret it, I'm a dog!"