After leaving the gate of the royal city, Fred's pace quickened.
He chose to walk on deserted paths and looked back from time to time.
But because he was under mental control, he could not see Jimmy who was following him slowly.
Soon, he arrived at his destination and got on an empty carriage.
Fred carefully placed the "Jimmy" in his hand - a stool - inside and rode his horse forward quickly.
As for Jimmy, he naturally got into the carriage openly.
"This direction..." Jimmy stuck his head out of the window, his eyes narrowed slightly.
He seemed to know who it was.
Soon, after a not-too-long and bumpy ride, the carriage stopped.
At the same time, a deep middle-aged male voice was heard outside.
"Is it done?"
"Yes, sir, in the carriage." It was Fred's weak voice.
"Then my wife and son..."
"Don't worry, you'll be able to see them tomorrow."
"Why tomorrow..."
"Are you worth anything that's worth me deceiving? Get lost!"
The sound of quick footsteps gradually faded away, and it seemed that Fred left in dejection.
"Go get him down and detain him first."
"Yes, sir."
As soon as he finished speaking, the curtain of the carriage was opened, and a soldier who looked like an attendant leaned in.
Then, his eyes met with a calm young face.
"!!!"
The nameless soldier's face was filled with fear, and he subconsciously wanted to scream.
But at this moment, Jimmy's eyes emitted a strange red light.
The unknown soldier's eyes suddenly dimmed.
There is one more fool carrying a stool.
…
The richest man in the kingdom, the great nobleman, Marquis Blumrush.
He is nearly forty years old, has a handsome appearance, and is not like the ordinary nobles who have the character of a good-for-nothing.
With mountains of gold and silver and being as rich as a country, he should have been living a very comfortable life.
But he has been unusually irritable recently.
It is rumored that he loves money like his life and is willing to sell out his family even for a gold coin.
This is not just a rumor, but a definite fact.
I don't know what he has been through, but Marquis Blumrush has an almost insane obsession with money.
In his opinion, one can never make enough money!
He will continue to work on this great cause until his death.
Apart from that, nothing else matters.
Even the motherland and blood relatives.
Therefore, the reason for his irritability was not the recent death of his son Joseph.
As for offspring, if you die, you can just have another one. It's not a big deal.
What gave him a headache was that the intelligence he sold to the empire this time caused the other party to suffer heavy losses.
Therefore, in this reply letter, the Empire has clearly stated that it will no longer trust him and the cooperation will be terminated.
How can we remedy this?
After much thought, Marquis Blumrush decided that he had no choice but to take the risk of being discovered and take action himself.
Send Jimmy to the Empire as a sign of sincerity, so that the cooperation can continue!
Thinking of this and thinking about Jimmy who was now imprisoned in the basement, Marquis Blumrush's depressed mood was immediately swept away.
He first took a bath while humming a little tune and enjoyed a rich meal.
He returned to his room and called his eighteenth concubine, whom he had just taken in, for a lively "after-dinner exercise."
After doing all this, he returned to his magnificent hall and gave instructions to the guards beside him.
"Bring me my important 'chips'."
That's right, for Marquis Blumrush, the most important thing is money.
All other people and things are so-called "bargaining chips" that can be exchanged for benefits.
The only difference is that some chips are of huge value, such as Jimmy who is about to be brought here.
Some are worthless, like Fred who was just driven away.
Soon, the guards who received the order came back.
"Where are the people?" After looking around, Marquis Blumrush asked with a frown.
The two guards clearly followed orders and went there, so why did they come back empty-handed?
Oh, so it's not like they're empty-handed, they're holding... a stool?
"Ah?"
Hearing Marquis Blumrush's question, the two guards looked at each other in confusion.
The guard holding the stool raised his hand and said, "Sir, isn't it right here?"
"Asshole!"
The spacious hall echoed with frustrated voices.
"Are you idiots? Do you want to rebel? Or do you think I'm blind!?" Marquis Blumrush said angrily.
Faced with the noble's anger, the two guards immediately shrank their necks and dared not make a sound.
"You! Come here!" Marquis Blumrush pointed at the guard holding the stool.
"My Lord, please take another good look."
The guard who was pointed out stepped forward and respectfully handed the stool to Marquis Blumrush, speaking in a very affirmative tone.
"This is the person you asked us to bring!"
Marquis Blumrush's face suddenly turned red.