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Chapter 215 - 152: Both Sides’ Courting and Forced Neutrality (2111)_1

Chapter 215: Chapter 152: Both Sides’ Courting and Forced Neutrality (2111)_1

Ivita simultaneously received two envoys from different camps in the hall. Knight Griffin stood behind him, and Rayli guarded the door with five soldiers.

Ivita and the Old Witch seemed relatively relaxed.

The Old Witch looked down upon mortals from the bottom of her heart. Whenever she ran into trouble, she would run away, never engaging in battle with mortal armies. Therefore, in her life, she genuinely despised mortals.

However, Ivita knew the purpose of the two envoys’ visit.

When the two envoys saw each other, they were all filled with shock and rage.

They seemed to be puzzled as to why they would encounter each other here. Their eyes were filled with contempt and fury.

Dezmeter Armstrong was the envoy of Viscount Winchester. Proud of his noble lineage, he turned his frosty face from Sheru Bragg, the envoy of the city council, to Ivita, his expression becoming humble.

A hint of envy was present in his admiring gaze.

He had never dreamed that Moro’s trusted guardian would be so young.

No.

It would not suffice to say he was simply young. In the world of nobility, he was still a child.

Children of the common people had to work in their teenage years. In the nobility, often, those in their early twenties were still seen as inept youngsters.

Yet Ivita was so young. He was likely only fourteen or fifteen years old.

Dezmeter Armstrong suppressed the envy and sour impulse in his heart.

He knew.

Among nobles, there was an even stronger rule - power.

If one was powerful enough, even if Ivita had been a baby, he would have been appointed as the guardian of the west.

The envoy of Viscount Winchester, Dezmeter Armstrong, smiled at Ivita: "Sir, upon knowing that you were unable to visit his territory to fulfil your duty as a vassal, the Viscount pardoned you."

"He has absolved you of this obligation."

"At the same time, he had me bring you his gift."

Armstrong placed a beautifully wrapped rectangular box on the table and opened it to reveal a splendid violin.

"This is a spoil of war, a musical instrument crafted by a master."

"The Viscount wishes to gift this instrument to his friend, which would be you."

Sheru Bragg, the envoy of the Ambros City Council, looked extremely unhappy.

He recognized it. Wasn’t this the work of Mitchell, the renowned violin maker from the small town destroyed by the Baron Alliance just a few days ago?

Those scoundrels!

Sheru Bragg said to Ivita: "Sir, the city council has also absolved you of your duty to visit Ambros City and acknowledged all your current titles and duties. Unfortunately, the council did not allow me to bring you any gifts for fear of tarnishing your noble spirit."

Glancing disdainfully at the violin on the table, he continued: "I, however, believe that I have brought the voice of the people."

"The voice of Ambros City - the capital of Viscount Ambros’s Independent Country - the voice of indignation that Viscount Winchester betrayed the country, The Church, and all the nobles and citizens who supported him."

"Therefore, I am hoping for your assistance."

The envoy of Viscount Winchester, Dezmeter Armstrong, almost placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. However, under the icy gaze of Griffin and the Old Witch, he did not dare to kill Sheru Bragg here.

As an envoy, the ability to adapt is essential.

He couldn’t possibly let Sheru Bragg pull Ivita to the side of the Ambros City Council.

In haste, Armstrong turned to Ivita and said: "Sir, please allow me to speak first."

"An outstanding talent like Sir would be the exact candidate our Viscount is looking for."

"The Viscount’s sister remains unmarried to this day."

"To my knowledge..." Armstrong lowered his voice and said: "Among the many eligible young men of Ambros, I believe the Viscount prefers you the most."

"You are not only talented but also young and handsome, which, along with being a territorial noble, gives you the ability to marry the most beautiful woman in Ambros."

"The Viscount has no son, only a sister. One more step forward and you could possibly become..."

Armstrong didn’t finish his sentence because it was all a figment of his imagination.

After all, these were all his assumptions, and as he had already preface his statement, it was based on what he believed to be true.

If Ivita were to demand an explanation in the future, Armstrong would be justified in his response.

People accustomed to diplomacy often resort to makeshift measures.

If you follow the rules, you won’t achieve anything.

Ivita raised his eyebrows without giving any indication of his stance.

Eagerly, Armstrong continued: "We have heard that your territory is steadily providing cast iron to Parviga, and hence, we would like for you to sell your cast iron to us."

Giving a start, Sheru Bragg quickly said to Ivita: "Sir, please do not listen to them."

"You have already established a stable business with Parviga."

"Abandoning a stable business is unwise."

If Armstrong really achieved his goal, it would be a major diplomatic failure.

Sheru Bragg could possibly be sidelined from the core of the city council forever, with no chance of promotion.

These two envoys began to quarrel over the dinner table.

Ivita understood then.

So, the reason they went to great lengths to send envoys to curry favor with him was because they got wind of the cast iron situation.

During this process, Ivita got up and left his seat, leaving the Old Witch to entertain these two people, claiming that he was somewhat fatigued.

He went up to the study room on the second floor and found Tartax waiting for him.

Ivita sat down in the chair. "I didn’t expect that keeping up pretences with these people would be so exhausting."

"If they were enemies, I could just kill them."

"But they are not quite enemies."

"I have prepared good food and drink to entertain them. Tomorrow I will politely refuse them and leave, not siding with any party."

Tartax pondered for a while. "Given the current situation, there might still be a possibility to remain neutral."

"I heard that in recent times, there have been quite a few local battles in Ambros."

"The city council has largely been on the losing end."

"From the current point of view, it seems that the viscount’s party has the upper hand. Oh right, look at the first bar of soap produced by the soap factory."

Ivita shook his head, accepting the soap handed over. His eyes lit up.

It was a brick-shaped yellow object.

"Have Griffin take the soap to Parviga in a few days to discuss business. Let’s see if they can help us open up a market."

"Oh right, Tartax, the city council can lose many times, but Viscount Winchester can only lose once, so right now, we can’t tell who has the upper hand and who is at a disadvantage."

Tartax looked puzzled. "Why? Is there any difference between them?"