Having said that, Earl Guy turned and left, stepping over the stone steps and through the stone-paved courtyard.
Standing in front of the carriage door, he bowed once more to the Marquis of Sancher.
They then slowly boarded the carriage and drove away amidst the crisp sound of hooves.
After the nobles' carriages had all left, the Marquis of Sancher, who was standing at the gate of the mansion, immediately stopped smiling and his expression turned cold.
What kind of bullshit gratitude is this?
To put it bluntly, none of these nobles had the guts.
If they truly wanted to use the recovery of lost territory as a pretext, all the nobles could work together to reclaim the ownership of Shulbon.
After all, in everyone's eyes, it was a fact that Victor was dead.
Shulburn originally belonged to Priscilla, but because Priscilla was still young at the time, Victor became Priscilla's adoptive father.
This resulted in the Shrewburn family becoming the Clavenna family.
As long as they don't touch Priscilla, they can continue to let her remain the lord of Shulbon.
In that case, the ownership of the territory will still belong to the kingdom as normal.
Because Priscilla was someone who strictly adhered to the kingdom's rules and was born on the kingdom's land.
However, these nobles were simply too greedy.
Do they really care whether a territory is led by humans or vampires? No.
What they wanted was never for Shulbon to return to the kingdom, but rather the substantial profits that this territory could generate each year.
However, this fertile land just happened to be occupied by a vampire, and its ownership just happened to fall into the hands of the Clavner family.
This gave the nobles some excuse for their greed.
Otherwise, given that Lydia, the head of the Clavenna family, stayed in Shulburne for a whole month,
They remained hesitant and waited, and no one dared to step forward and urge the nobles to unite and demand an explanation from the Clevina family.
"As expected, you are the one who sees things most clearly, Marquis Sancher."
A series of crisp footsteps came from behind the door, and as the voices grew clearer, the Marquis of Sancher turned around to look in the direction of the sound.
Emerging from the magnificent hall was a woman dressed in an elegant long gown.
She held a pink and white fox in her arms, gently stroking its soft fur with one hand, appearing tender and delicate.
Upon seeing this person, the Marquis of Sancher respectfully lowered his head slightly.
"Miss Liya, please excuse my poor appearance."
Having witnessed the disgraceful behavior of the kingdom's nobles, Sancher felt helpless and could only sigh in his heart.
These people deserve to be scammed.
Greedy people are everywhere in the world, and I am no exception.
"But there's a method to being greedy. Look, my greed was very successful."
Lia's gaze fell on the carriage bearing the crest of the Sancher Bryant family.
It was a deer-shaped emblem cast in gold, surrounded by golden flowers, looking both noble and mysterious.
Now, the carriage door is wide open, and the inside is filled with gold and silver treasures given by various nobles.
All of these were gifts that the Marquis of Sancher had generously given to him by other nobles for the sake of Shulburne's affairs.
Of course, while it appeared to be a gift for Sancher, in reality, all of these items were for Leah.
Soon, the carriage laden with gifts will follow the Clevner family procession to Lydia's mansion in Shulburn.
This was just the first step in the nobles being swindled.
Then, after a moment of contemplation, Marquis Sancher continued to question Leah:
"So, Count Victor... has really returned?"
In the kingdom, Victor is an honorary three-star earl, so it is not inappropriate for Sancher to address him as such.
As Lia listened to the Marquis's question, she gently stroked the fox in her arms, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.
"Guess who gave me this little guy?"
Marquis Sancher stood frozen in place, staring intently at the extremely cute little fox in her arms, feeling a sense of shock.
Its white-pink fur was more beautiful than any fox he had ever seen, like a piece of warm, smooth white jade.
Suddenly, he remembered that when he visited Leah a while ago, she didn't have this fox in her arms yet.
Count Sancher couldn't help but think of the mysterious man he had seen on the street that day.
"As for your son, don't worry."
Lia smiled slightly.
"He will definitely be happy."
Upon hearing this, Sancher couldn't help but sigh, his eyes revealing deep worry.
Can feelings between humans and demi-humans truly be accepted in this world?
He was lost in thought and did not notice.
On a distant rooftop, a man stands in the darkness.
He was dressed in a black suit, wearing a top hat, and holding a jeweled cane.
Hidden in the darkness, silently gazing into the distance.
He watched the countless carriages depart in the distance, while the dark purple magic tower floating in his other hand shimmered with a radiant light.
[Current focus target - 'greed']
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