Steel, Guns, and the Industrial Party that Traveled to Another World

At 9 o'clock the next morning, Emerson came to the lord's house again. This time, he did not deliberately let Paul wait for him.

"Haha! Lord Graman has set up a big battle."

Emerson said with a smile after seeing many more people in the room.

Of course, this did not scare him. Emerson confidently and calmly came to the place where he sat yesterday, and sat down without waiting for Paul to speak, and asked: "Lord Graman, one night should have allowed you to think clearly, right?"

"I can bear it--" Paul secretly persuaded himself in his heart.

He smiled and nodded: "Sir Emerson, I have thought about it."

"For the friendship between the Kent family and the Graman family, I have decided to accept your request for sharing profits. But regarding the co-management of Bayerding, I will never agree, otherwise I will be sorry for the deceased Uncle Garnard, and the real lord of Bayerding is Myron Garnard."

"I will not agree to your request about Bayerding yesterday."

Myron next to him shook his head and said to Emerson.

"Oh..."

Emmerson shook his head in disappointment.

"Lord Kent will be very disappointed."

He stared at Paul motionlessly, and the two sides confronted each other.

Finally, after a long inner struggle, Paul retreated to his bottom line: "If the Kent family can give up their demands on Bairdin, we can share more profits."

Then he waited for the other party's reply without saying a word.

Emmerson kept stroking his chin, as if thinking about what Paul had just said.

In fact, he had already made a decision in his heart, but he enjoyed the feeling of "judgment". Seeing the other party anxiously (in his opinion) waiting for his reply, he suddenly felt that his words could decide the other party's fate.

"Now the whole room is full of people waiting for my verdict in silence." This is what Emerson is thinking now.

What verdict should be made on them?

Alas, Graman, Graman, if you came to see me immediately when I first arrived here the day before yesterday, I would let you go now.

What a pity, you made the mistake of disrespecting me at that time, and you must be punished.

After Emerson deliberately waited for a while, he put on a serious expression and finally spoke: "Paul Graman."

"Since you failed to make a decision that satisfied the Kent family in time, I make the following requests to you on behalf of the Earl."

"First, increase the profits distributed to the Earl of Kent and Duke Ferdinand to one-third."

"Second, hand over the papermaking and porcelain making technology to the Kent family."

"Third, immediately give up half of the territory of Bayerding to the Kent family."

"Fourth,..."

Emerson's originally serious face showed a strange smile:

"...Swear allegiance to the Earl of Martz Kent and his legitimate heirs."

After saying these four requirements he added by himself, Emerson couldn't help but get excited:

Huh! Kneel down and beg for mercy from me, this is the punishment for your neglect of me.

Paul Graman, you are a weak man, but you dare not come to see me at the first time. Who do you think you are? You are just a nominal earl who has no knights under you.

But if I am happy, maybe I can let you go. Of course, maybe.

Although he was excited, Emerson still maintained a calm look except for a smile on his face. He also slowly picked up the water cup and drank a sip of water.

Paul was stunned at this time. He was completely stunned by the other party's greed.

Others in the reception room also had an unbelievable expression and did not react.

Paul suddenly felt that someone was pulling his sleeve. When he woke up and turned around, it turned out that it was Ford, the butler, who was pulling him.

Old Ford stretched out the five fingers of his right hand in a knife shape and cut down like this.

The meaning is very clear: Lord Earl, let's go to war!

The other party's request is really too much. It has exceeded the bottom line that Alda can bear. Once agreed, the Graman family will no longer have a foothold in the northwest.

Some spiritual things cannot be given up no matter what. Obviously, it is time to fight.

Seeing that Ford, the biggest advocate of peace, has begun to seek war, Paul quickly made a decision in his heart.

He straightened his body and asked Emerson with a smile: "Sir Emerson, can you represent the Earl of Kent with full authority?"

Emerson was waiting for Paul to beg for mercy from him. He was suddenly asked this question. He hesitated for a moment, but then frowned and said: "Of course, Lord Kent has ordered me to handle the negotiations with you with full authority."

Paul continued to ask: "Are the conditions you just mentioned personally requested by Lord Kent?"

Emerson was a little annoyed: "What does Lord Graman mean? I have already said that Lord Kent has ordered me to handle the negotiations with you with full authority. I don't want to repeat it a second time."

Well, Paul didn't want to ask any more questions. No matter whether Maltz Kent personally requested these four items or this envoy named Emerson took over, the situation is now a fight to the death.

He crossed his hands and leaned his arms on the table, with a determined look on his face.

Emerson suddenly felt uncomfortable with Paul's posture and new expression. Did this little lord dare to refuse his own conditions? Haha, impossible.

The confident smile returned to his face again. This time he asked for many benefits beyond expectations on behalf of the Earl of Kent. This elder would definitely reward himself heavily.

However, what Paul said next made him unable to react.

"Sir Emerson, given that the Kent family has made such an unreasonable request, I think it is a great insult to the Gleiman family."

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"Therefore, in the future, people related to the Kent family are no longer welcome in Alda and Bailding. Once discovered, they will be expelled immediately."

"Now……"

Paul stopped suddenly, stared intently at the face opposite him that disgusted him so much, and then said word by word:

"You - get out -!"

The smile on Emerson's face suddenly froze.

What? Did I hear you right? This little lord who couldn't even recruit a knight under his command actually asked him to get out. Haha, it's a fantasy.

He asked doubtfully: "Count Grayman, what did you just say?"

Paul said angrily: "I told you to get out, are your ears clogged with feces or are your brain so wet that you can't analyze other people's words?"

Well, this time Emerson heard it clearly. This little lord who didn't even have a knight actually asked him to go away, let himself, a nobleman of the royal capital, go away, and asked himself, the envoy of the Kent family, to go away.

absurd! How ridiculous!

Emerson stood there at a loss.

"roll!"

Bryce suddenly shouted at him.

"roll!"

"roll!"

Others in the drawing room began angrily repeating the same words to him.

Emerson suddenly felt a little scared. He tried hard to suppress this feeling and pointed at the people headed by Paul.

"You, you, and you, all wait for me, all of you, wait for me."

Seeing how arrogant he was, Bryce suddenly pulled out his sword and pointed it at him, and yelled again: "Get out!"

The frightening sword light shone on Emerson's face. He shivered, but his face quickly regained its arrogant expression.

"snort!"

He snorted heavily, adjusted his clothes in front of Bryce's sword, then turned and walked out.

…

Emerson didn't stop after returning to the inn. He called his servant and rode out of Lake Town.

"Wait! Wait for the Kent family's knight army to crush you idiots who don't know the heights of heaven and earth!"

He cursed in his heart.

But he had to think about how to face his Uncle Kent first. If he hadn't made those four new demands over and over again, Paul Grayman would have been close to agreeing to the previous conditions...