“Then how about the two of you decide on a name and a signboard for the company, and I will go and see if I can do something about the location. I know someone who might be able to help with securing one.”

Realizing their negotiations had come to an end and that they had reached an agreement, Nisha naturally wanted to do her best as well and made a proposal.

“That doesn’t sound too appropriate. Didn’t you already agree to give us a significant amount of gold as a loan? We should figure out the location ourselves.”

Afraid that the younger girl they considered as a sister would take on even more burdens for them, Lydia spoke out and tried to dissuade her.

“Nonsense, isn’t it fine for me to see and try to make an effort for our business venture? It just happens that I know someone who has some experience when dealing with real estate before, maybe he can give us some advice. It’s not anything definite yet.”

Of course, Nisha had her plans when she excused herself in this manner. If the man she was thinking of was able to offer advice, great; if he had the capability to take care of the problem straight away, why not settle everything at the same time?

Annabelle and Lydia did not completely trust her innocent sounding words either; they apparently knew what a little devil this girl could be. But in the end, there was no particular reason to refuse either.

“Okay, do what you want. Just remember to keep things in moderation.”

Giving in to the dragon, Lydia waved her hand and repressed a sigh, apparently predicting the future trouble she had to settle soon.

“Right, before you go, can you give me an undamaged scale of yours? I don’t know whether or not you still kept one.”

In the face of such an unusual request, Nisha did not need to think about it. Straightforwardly, she took out one of her scales which grandfather Eldrin collected for her after the fight against the [b.l.o.o.d.y World h.e.l.lhound] back at the Hunting Grounds in the past. Although most of them had some tears or already broke in half after being clawed at by a rank seven monster, some of them also got pulled out directly without being damaged.

While seeing the serrated surface of the scale, Annabelle accepted it right away and admired the gradual change from the absolute darkness at the root to a fiery red in the tips. Compared to all the scaled monsters and beasts she had seen while wandering about in Thurgau either while working as a maid or learning to be a merchant in the past, this single plate represented the most beautiful and awe-inspiring exemplar. Truly befitting to be the armor of the beast race hailed as the strongest, the scale of a dragon.

“Why do you need one anyway? I still have some left. You can have them all if you want.”

“No need, I just want to reference something, it’s still only an idea at the moment. Go ahead and meet up with your acquaintance, we will prepare the doc.u.ments and the shares until you come back. Tomorrow we could also go to the Merchant’s Guild and register when everything is in order.”

Taking the scale from her sister, Lydia saw Nisha off and instructed a pa.s.sing maid in front of the dining room to inform Galan to rejoin them, fully convinced to get everything ready and wait for good news from the dragon regarding the situation of their store.

In response, the elf did not speak superfluous words either and asked for a carriage to be prepared for her.

One must know, the young mistress asking for a carriage happened to be a rare occasion, the young elf usually liked to stroll around on her own and walk about with her own two feet. Other than some bewilderment and silent guesses as to what matter occurred on this day, the servants still hurried to prepare one.

Seeing the driver filled with antic.i.p.ation to know the goal of their short journey, Nisha couldn’t help it and giggle, totally akin to silver bells ringing. Instructing him to drive towards Baron Alestar’s mansion, the elf relaxed in the cabin and waited for their arrival.

As a driver, the servant needed to stay informed about the various changes in the surrounding neighbourhood, yet it was pure chance that he had heard about the so-called Baron Alestar. A newly appointed n.o.ble who had yet to decide on the name of his house, how was this character qualified to meet with the young lady of their house? But no matter what, a command was a command, and he had no right to question the decision of their master. Hence the driver did his best to arrive as fast as possible.

Luckily they encountered no obstructions, and the grand horse-drawn carriage soon came in front of a tiny and dilapidated mansion in the utmost borders which could still barely be counted as the royal district.

“Young Lady, we have arrived.”

Taking a glance around the driver wanted to see if he could spot a servant belonging to this newly established house, yet he found no one. Opening the door himself and helping the elf to step down, he awaited further instructions.

“Haha, the place does look like him, we’re definitely at the right place.

Thank you for the service, Symes, I will return on my own. You can go back and look after your son, and I hope he gets well soon.”

Touched that the lady even remembered his name and how his son contracted a nasty cold before, he beamed with admiration for the young woman and turned the carriage around to leave, taking her word as law.

Nisha on the other hand swiftly walked along the barren front lawn and approached the door carefully, retrieving the metal board she had been gifted by Alestar on the previous occasion.

And sure enough, as soon as she opened the door a butler, much younger than Galan who the elf was used to, opened the door and looked at her suspiciously. As a team member that worked formerly under the new baron in a different position, he immediately sensed the card she prepared but most likely did not believe a young girl such as Nisha could hold one.

“You are?”

Extremely blunt, he did not act in the manner of a regular servant at all and suspiciously eyed her.

“Please send my regards to Baron Alestar and tell him Nisha has come to visit.”

Regardless of his suspicions and mistrust, the dragon managed a brilliant smile, thinking about ways to exploit the poor man in question in the best possible manner to help her siblings.

“Wait here.”

Not even inviting her in, he closed the door again and went to find his new master, reporting about the visitor.

Taking the chance to appreciate the refres.h.i.+ng bleakness of the dead garden and broken down garden furniture black lines started to appear on the elf’s forehead.

If I can tell, this is a facade from only walking up to the door, who is supposed to get fooled at all?

Fortunately, Nisha did not have to wait long before an acquainted appearance peeked through the crack in the door, and then flung it open.

“Look who’s here! I don’t know whether I should call you a calamity or a bearer of fortune, anyway, come on and enter my new humble abode.”

Based on his tone, Alestar was only jesting for a bit and did indeed invite her in. However, his somewhat familiar shape also had some differences. The most prominent change had to be the knife scar threatening to blind his right eye, running down from his right temple. Furthermore, he also started to grow grey strands of hair, the wrinkles in his face increased, and his overall stature resembled a man who was ten turns older.

Leading her into the little building - at least compared to the mansion she currently lived in - Nisha realized how different this house was governed.

None of the servants paid any particular attention to them or greeted the head of the house, and after they had arrived in the single reception room, Alestar had to prepare the tea himself, pouring each of them a cup.

“Come on; I can guarantee the merchant who is missing this batch of tea herbs would ensure they are top quality.”

Smiling slightly, he raised his cup and tasted the tea, completing his performance as a senior. Nisha did not remember Alestar to be such a mellow person.

The dragon trusted him at least enough not to check her serving for poison before taking a sip, yet she kept her gaze on the new scars the other side had.

“Did you call me a calamity because you got those for being related to me?”

Gesturing towards the scar, Nisha felt somewhat ambiguous. She had only talked to Alestar a single time and received the card from him, yet distinct changes happened, and he somehow became a baron. The elf had learned of this matter in a random conversation between similar situated n.o.ble ladies gossiping and seeing him once in the n.o.ble district. Where exactly the connection to herself laid turned out to be a question Nisha could not answer.

“You mean the little cuts? No, it can’t be said you are responsible for that, your arrival only set some things in motion which turned out to be an opportunity I could not refuse.”

Chuckling to himself due to knowing the truth of the matter and who he replaced, Alestar did indeed not seem angry or resentful towards the elf.

“Without you getting introduced to the thieves guild, how could I have had the chance to become Sir Alestar, baron of a barren field and some poor sods trying to cultivate them in a G.o.dforsaken corner of the countryside instead of Alestar, the crook and bone breaker?

Well, not that the crook part changed much, but you can see, I’m climbing the social ladder.”

Snorting in his tea, he had almost emptied the cup by now. Clearly, he was genuinely fond of this blend.

“It’s nothing serious anymore anyway. In my profession, scars like these count as badges of honor instead of being seen as horrifying. Because it means I put the b.a.s.t.a.r.d who tried to kill me under the ground, that’s why I’m still alive and kicking with a scar instead of a cut throat.

I don’t think you came to hold a housewarming party though. I’m afraid my new servants are not quite up to par yet to entertain a young lady like you.

Tell me, what do you want?”

Although Alester downplayed the t.i.tle of n.o.bility quite a bit, in his heart, he felt a real sense of achievement by addressing himself as Baron. Unless a thief reached the highest echelons of the [Thieves Guild] or made outstanding contributions, obtaining a peerage remained merely a pipe dream. Without the influence or connections to ward off retaliation, the King’s Guard would soon come knocking on their doors otherwise, which usually meant a quick process and a premature ending due to being hanged at the gallows.

As such, even if only work related, the old crook already surpa.s.sed almost all of his peers in the same generation, making a huge step forward.

“Don’t keep that guilty look on all the time, just tell me. As long as I can do it, I will always give you a fair price. Money is the king, in the end.”

Underneath the mellow and elderly guise, Nisha managed to discover a glint of his old ferociousness. At least when he spoke about business, he still had the same air of a rogue about to s.n.a.t.c.h a fat merchant’s purse.

“Since you insist, I will not hide anything. The reason I came to find you is not only because of me but also my two sisters. We wanted to start a business venture together and acquired some capital. Now we are looking for a suitable location to build our store. The first person I thought who could help us was you, therefore here I am.

You do still work in the protection business, right? Do you know of a suitable location?”

Since Alestar seemed willing to cooperate, Nisha added a few more details afterwards, describing their requirements and price range. Starting off low the dragon did not mind spending any amount of gold, yet she didn’t want to be swindled by this crook either.

Unfortunately, the new baron only returned a helpless and apologetical face when he heard her out.