Spoiled By the Young Master After Reborn In the 80s
Chapter 764: Seven hundred sixty-two, remuneration

Chapter 764: Seven hundred sixty-two, remuneration

Under a heavy night sky, a silver moonlight cast upon an ancient and tranquil castle.

The castle was surrounded by bright red roses, and its gray brick walls were densely covered with green vines. Two crows on the rooftop were ceaselessly cawing, and in the silent darkness, all of it exuded a mysterious, ominous, and terrifying aura that sent shivers down one’s spine.

A man with dazzling red hair and golden eyes stood by the window, casually sipping red wine and enjoying the night scenery outside.

His features were exquisitely carved and his pale skin almost translucent. Light bangs on his full forehead gently fluttered with the wind, reminiscent of a prince who had stepped out of a comic book, elegant and noble.

A middle-aged man dressed in a tailcoat approached the man from behind and bowed respectfully, "Master! You have a phone call."

The man raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Who’s looking for me?"

"It’s Colonel Bailey," the tailcoat-clad middle-aged man answered.

The man nodded slightly, raised the wine glass in his hand, drained the red wine in one gulp, and walked towards the study.

Upon reaching the study, the man picked up the phone on the desk, "This is Xinge."

"Mr. Xinge! This is Bailey, our Capital Commandant has a matter to discuss with you, please hold on!" After speaking, Bailey passed the phone to a blonde man beside him.

"Good day, Mr. Xinge! This is Capital Commandant Helritte. The reason I’m contacting you is to discuss a potential deal," Helritte took the cigar offered by Bailey, lit it, and took a pleasurable puff.

"Let’s hear it," Xinge said lazily, half-reclining on the sofa, his slender fingers delicately tapping the armrest.

"I would like to ask Mr. Xinge to send your men to kill two people for me." Helritte paused, but when he heard no questioning from Xinge, he continued, "They are a couple from Yan Country, and they have disrupted my plans. I’ve sent out a few teams, but the people I’ve sent have all failed their mission."

"Oh?" Xinge asked with interest, raising his eyebrows.

"I have some information on them here. I will fax it to you immediately, please have a look at it first, and I’ll await your response," Helritte opened a drawer of the desk, took out a document, and handed it to Bailey, who quickly walked to the fax machine.

As the fax machine started up, the contents of the document were transmitted out.

The middle-aged man in the tailcoat organised the received fax and respectfully handed it over to Xinge, "Master!"

Xinge took the document and as he read it, the red wine he just sipped nearly sprayed out. No wonder Helritte’s men had repeatedly failed; could they really kill his lord, who was beyond the reach of these mere mortals? Talk about overestimating themselves!

He activated a communication talisman, and soon Luo Shu’s voice came through, "What’s the matter?"

"My respected lord! This is Xinge, and there’s something that I must report to you." Without his lord, he wouldn’t have the freedom to walk the streets even in broad daylight, never again to worry if the blazing sun would scorch him.

"Mm," Luo Shu nodded slightly.

"Helritte just sent over your and the male master’s information. He hopes that I can send someone to Yan Country to kill you and the male master," Xinge reported.

Luo Shu heard this, and a sly fox-like smile slowly formed on his face, "Since the other party wants to give money, then agree to them. As for the payment, ask for something hefty, the kind that makes their heart hurt."

"Yes! My master!" Xinge responded. He thought his master was especially wicked, but it was a type of wickedness he liked very much, because he thought the same way.

After a short while, the phone on the desk rang again.

Xinge smiled with amusement, reaching out to answer the phone on the desk, "Tell me the conditions you want me to agree to."

Surprise flickered in Helritte’s eyes, "Mr. Xinge! As long as you’re willing to send someone to Yan Country, I’ll give you ten boxes of gold bars, three boxes of jewels." Luo Shu and Lu Hanmo held important positions in Yan Country, and if they could be eliminated, the reward would definitely be worth it.

"If that’s all there is, then I’m afraid I must decline." Saying this, Xinge hung up the phone.

Helritte didn’t expect Xinge to hang up directly, and was stunned for a moment before hurriedly redialing.

After a long wait, there was movement on the other end, but this time the call was answered not by Xinge, but by the middle-aged man in a tailcoat from before.

"Hello! Please hand the phone to Mr. Xinge, I have something to say to him," Helritte began. He thought carefully, realizing that the payment he’d offered was indeed too low. The other party was not like a Mercenary Organization, to whom he could just offer some payment and then apply some pressure.

The other was the Vampire Clan, possessed of great Strength, and holding power above certain authorities.

"You only need to tell me your decision, and I will convey it to my master," said the middle-aged man in the tailcoat.

Helritte hesitated for a moment, "In addition to offering twice the previous reward, I am also willing to agree to a condition from Mr. Xinge."

"Understood, I’ll pass the message to my master," said the man in the tailcoat, before he placed the phone down.

Xinge picked up the bottle of red wine from the table, filling his empty glass to the brim. He had overheard the phone call just now, but he was not in a hurry, exactly as the master had said, they had to make the other party feel the pain. And the payment offered so far was obviously far from that standard.

Helritte waited a good while before picking up the phone to dial out once more.

The one who responded was still the same tailcoat-clad man from before, "My master says, if that’s the payment you’re offering, you might as well take it to other forces. They might be very satisfied with what you have to offer."

Helritte frowned, "Then how much payment does your master require?" If turning to other forces were useful, he wouldn’t have come to the Vampire Clan in the first place.

"That would be for Capital Commandant Helritte to consider," the man in the tailcoat said with a smile before hanging up.

Helritte put down the phone in his hand, drawing out another cigar, lighting it up, and taking an irritated puff. He really didn’t know how much payment he needed to offer for them to be satisfied.

"Capital Commandant Helritte! How about we try other forces," Bailey suggested. Although other forces were definitely not as powerful as the Vampire Clan, the payment required wouldn’t be so high.

Helritte shook his head, his expression resolute, "No matter the cost, this time, I must enlist the Vampire Clan."