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Chapter 547 - 188. Cape Holiday · Human Sentiments & Worldly Wisdom_3

Chapter 547: 188. Cape Holiday · Human Sentiments & Worldly Wisdom_3

"If you can’t comprehend this, then..."

"No, I fully understand your point, and how massive the potential gains you speak of are."

Major Fraser’s mind raced, then he said:

"But if you want to pique my father’s interest, you’ll probably have to bleed a bit more. After all, you’re not denying the existential threat Transylvania faces in the Black Disaster War. You’ll need to throw in some extra ’insurance’ for that risk. Perhaps by pledging some tax revenue as collateral..."

"Have you ever thought about becoming a Vampire? Major Fraser, you’re really cut out for our line of work. I even think our physically draining methods are too soft-hearted compared to the strategies employed by well-established capitalists like yourself."

Morphy retorted, visibly irked.

He said:

"Exemption from all sorts of taxes for the first three years at 30%!"

"50%!"

The Major named his price. When the sound of tabling pounding came from the other end, the corner of his mouth curled into a smile. He knew that Lord Morphy would eventually agree.

"For the first year, I’ll give you a 60% tax exemption, 30% for the two years following."

Morphy solemnly said a few seconds later:

"But the factory I want needs to be up and running in a month and a half! Neither of us has time to waste, Major. You and I both know that. You have to be alive to spend your earnings!"

"Then, I will convey your terms to my father and do my utmost to convince him."

The Major respectfully responded before adding:

"Now please redirect the communication to my junior, Milian. I have some personal matters to discuss with her."

In the office at the Blood Eagle Corridor, Morphy glanced surprisingly at the slightly anxious Crimson Regent, before transferring the communication channel.

Several minutes later, Milian returned to the office with an embarrassed look on her face.

Obviously, Major Fraser had sternly lectured her for casually leaking his personal contact information. Out of trust and friendship, he had given his contact information to Milian and as a person of his status, personal privacy is of utmost importance.

"I need to remind you, Milian."

Morphy popped open a bottle of champagne with a bang to celebrate the basic agreement reached with the Kingdom of the Golden Flower. As he poured drinks for the few important members who would come to the office to celebrate later, the Vampire spoke solemnly to his Crimson Regent:

"Beware of these rich young men. They are the best at deceiving girls. Especially naive little cuties like you, you could end up being eaten whole by them. I don’t want to see you coming to me in a few months, crying and whimpering about being cheated by some asshole while holding your big belly.

I would severely laugh at you.

However, you are now a Baroness, why don’t you choose a surname for yourself?"

"Yeah, I’m already a Baroness, what do I need a surname for?"

Milian rolled her eyes, touchingly her signet ring, and said:

"They call me Milian Moran now. I think it sounds good."

"But a name isn’t only used to mark your identity, it’s also a way to commemorate your family and lineage. Don’t you admire your mother the most?"

Morphy poured a glass of wine for his right-hand woman and advised:

"Include her name too, it would sound even better."

Milian was silent for a few moments before nodding.

She raised her glass.

She toasted the Vampire Lord in front of her, whom she had come to trust and follow after initial fear and loathing, saying:

"Then from today, I’ll be known as Milian·Cynthia·Moran."

"Hmm, truly a day to remember!"

Murphy also raised his glass in celebration.

At the moment their glasses collided, the office door opened and an extremely annoyed Cui Si, who had run over after smelling the good wine, berated them with her hands on her hips:

"Just the two of you! Drinking behind my back without inviting me, huh? Just you wait! Watch as I curse you with terrifying psychic spells."

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"Father, I’m back!"

Despite his impression of his father always being scarred from his childhood, seeing his father personally welcoming him at the door after returning home from years of war, Major Fraser’s eyes welled up, and he stepped forward to embrace his now white-haired father.

Don’t think that welcoming at the manor gate is just a ceremonial greeting. Considering the size of Cape family manor, which accommodated a whole mountain just for its viewing platform, it would take almost thirty minutes to traverse from the main house to the manor gate, even on horseback.

Given Count Leon’s age and his physical condition, this truly was a remarkable display of family affection.

The mansion that stood behind this father and son has always been referred to as "Scandicape" in the outside world.

"Scandicape" was the name of Major Fraser’s grandfather and the first master of the manor. He was the best family head in the history of the Cape Family, a figure whom both Count Leon and Major Fraser idolized and strove to emulate.

Oh yes, that valley in the center of the manor was the very location of the ancient treasure that Cui Si had revealed to Scandicape.

"The heiress to the Xie Wei’er Family has already been waiting for you in the manor for two days. The girl named ’Biqi’ is excellent in all respects. Perhaps you should ask her for the first dance at tonight’s celebration dinner."

Count Leon, leaning on his cane and accompanied by his son towards the carriage, murmured a piece of advice.

The Major didn’t argue.

He knew arguing wouldn’t help at all.

In this manor, every sentence from his father that didn’t end with a question mark was an order.

Even if his tone was gentle.

As for the Xie Wei’er Family, it was among the top three noble families in Anru Province, renowned for producing brave and powerful knights. Of course, this ranking excludes the behemoth Cape family.

"I will do as you wish, Father. However, there is one thing I need to discuss with you."

While boarding the carriage to the main house, the major set his bag down by his feet and explained the agreement he had just made with Lord Morphy to his father, who was watching him.

Count Leon didn’t interrupt. Only after his son had finished speaking did he break into a gratified smile.

He said,

"My son has grown up, understanding how to fight for the family’s interest as well as possessing ambition and vision. Your grandfather’s insight was remarkable; in his final years, he always said you would make an even bigger name for yourself than he did.

I believe it now.

After all, when I was thirty, I didn’t have your level of decisiveness and courage.

But my son, having accepted Transylvania’s potential, especially now that we’re facing the Black Disaster, it’s better to owe a favour to the rising Vampire Lord than to seal a successful deal, and since it’s a favour, why not be even more generous?

It’s ugly if the party owed feels resentment. There’s no need for tax relief; we don’t lack that bit of money, but Transylvania does.

Yes, let’s have your fiancée take care of this."

"Eh?"

The major widened his eyes in surprise. He said,

"But Miss Biqi is a noble lady, how could she..."

"In addition to being an elegant lady, she is also the third-place winner of the Xie Wei’er Family’s martial arts competition and, like you, a graduate of the History Department of Shaldo University of Craftsman. She is now in charge of part of the Xie Wei’er Family’s external business.

You’re my son, Fraser. Although our father-son relationship has been stagnant since you were a child, how could I not know your tastes?"

Count Leon gave a mysterious smile, saying:

"Rather than devouring boring sheep, my son prefers to conquer his own lioness. I promise you won’t be bored with Miss Biqi, son. I just hope you’ve prepared your taming whip."