Chapter 570 Information Concerning Survival
Yuekou had been living quite comfortably recently.
The Lord of the Morning Light hadn't recovered for a long time, and His Royal Highness the Prince seemed to have forgotten him. However, the nobles hadn't overlooked him, the ambassador from the neighboring country.
Attending lavish banquets, reveling with Denise, and even, through her introductions, frequenting some high-end clubs and brothels requiring referrals, savoring the affluence and unique charm of this kingdom's capital – these were all treatments unavailable in Greycastle.
All because of the "Wimbledon Royal Ambassador" title hanging on him.
Although an ambassador was equivalent to a count, in some ways, it was even more useful than a count—after all, the latter could only do as he pleased in his own fiefdom, while the former could enjoy the courtesy of upper-class nobles in other kingdoms.
He deeply realized the benefits of status.
In addition, His Majesty's personally appointed guard, Hill Fox, was also a magical person.
No matter who he dealt with, the other party would always sneak into his bedroom two or three nights later, rambling on about that person's identity, status, and interests. If it was a big shot, even their preferences could be figured out. With Hill's assistance, Yuekou seemed even more at ease in noble circles.
Moreover, under the other party's arrangement, the matter of purchasing slaves had also made considerable progress.
After making Denise feel comfortable, Yuekou mentioned it in her ear, and the female merchant immediately agreed to his suggestion—to open a path for rescuing slaves using the existing caravan: purchasing refugees needed by His Majesty Wimbledon from other slave traders, and then transporting them to Greycastle. The prerequisite was that the slaves must be given the status of free people, rather than being treated as goods for resale.
Of course, a merchant was a merchant, and even in the midst of passion, she didn't forget to negotiate the price. She could waive the purchase price difference, but the transportation fee couldn't be spared. Adding up manpower, food, carts, and other expenses, plus profit, it was finally concluded that the transportation fee was ten silver wolves per person.
Having received Hill's instructions, he naturally agreed without hesitation, patting his chest and saying that even if it was more expensive, he couldn't let these talented individuals fall into slavery. This statement undoubtedly deepened Denise's goodwill, and the two returned to bed and rolled around enthusiastically for a while.
Afterwards, Yuekou sent Hill to specifically negotiate this matter, so he didn't have to worry about these trivial business matters anymore.
He heard that the first batch of twenty-five purchased slaves had already set off with the caravan yesterday. In this calculation, he could also receive His Majesty's promised additional reward of one hundred and twenty-five silver wolves.
To be able to earn money while lying in bed, was there a better position than this?
Being an ambassador was truly amazing!
Just as Yuekou was wondering where to wander around today, a servant knocked on the door and walked in, "Your Excellency, Otto, the eldest son of the Rossi family, wishes to see you."
Otto Rossi? He wasn't unfamiliar with this surname, one of the three major families of the City of the Morning Light, with power second only to the Moya royal family. Denise had also specifically warned him that it was okay to hook up with women from any family, but not to go looking for the three major families—especially the Quinn family, otherwise even the ambassador's status wouldn't be able to protect him.
However, Yuekou certainly didn't need to worry about this now. He had always been very cautious about such matters. The purpose of the other party's visit should be to invite him to a banquet, right?
"Please let him in."
A young man walked into the room, first looking around, then taking the initiative to close all the windows before sitting down in a chair.
His expression was somewhat anxious, his eyes dark, obviously having stayed up very late last night and hardly slept at all.
Yuekou didn't quite approve of this kind of behavior of hollowing out one's body for pleasure. In his opinion, measured pleasure could make both men and women feel cheerful and healthy, which was a beneficial behavior. But spending energy all night was just overdrafting the body's potential. Prince Anpei was a typical example, his face was extremely pale. If things continued like this, he would probably be unable to seek pleasure by the age of thirty.
However, the fact that the other party hadn't spoken for a long time also made him feel quite strange. This wasn't in accordance with etiquette, and people from large families shouldn't be so rude. After waiting for a while, Yuekou had no choice but to take the initiative to speak, "You are Otto Rossi,
are you, sir? I wonder—"
"Can you contact Roland Wimbledon, right?" The other party suddenly interrupted, "I have important information to tell him."
"Uh..." Yuekou was stunned, "Information?"
"It's all written inside," Otto took a letter from his arms and placed it in front of him, then added ten gold dragons on top, "This money is the reward. Please be sure to give the letter to your king. This information concerns the survival of the Kingdom of Greycastle!"
Yuekou gasped. Concerning the survival of Greycastle? This was too exaggerated… It wasn't until the other party stared at him with burning eyes that he came back to his senses, "I understand. Don't worry, I will pass it on to His Majesty."
"Please send it as soon as possible," After repeatedly urging, Otto got up and left. Seeing his anxious appearance, he didn't seem to be lying.
Yuekou quickly put the ten gold dragons into his arms, but didn't want to touch the letter—in his opinion, this thing was too hot to handle. He should ask Hill what to do first.
……
When Hill Fox quietly walked into the bedroom, he recounted everything that had happened during the day in detail.
The latter pondered for a moment, then pulled out a small knife from somewhere, cleanly opening the letter.
"Hey, what do you want to do!" Yuekou was shocked, "Opening His Majesty's letter privately is a serious crime!"
"Shh," Hill made a gesture of silence, "If the information inside is really as important as he said, then we naturally can't send the letter through conventional means—sending someone from Dawn City to the Western Region would take at least a month, and things could easily go wrong along the way. It's too unsafe."
"Then what does opening the letter have to do with it?"
"Do you remember those few grey falcons I've been raising? They are the fastest messengers. They can fly from here to Dawn City in just two or three days." Hill explained, "After changing messengers there, the letter can be delivered to His Majesty within a week. But they can't carry such a large envelope to fly, so I have to read the contents and then rewrite it in a secret message."
"Grey falcons can also deliver letters? Not carrier pigeons?" Yuekou asked in surprise, "I thought you were raising them for hunting."
"They are much smarter than carrier pigeons," Hill unfolded the envelope, and his expression quickly became serious, "There is such a thing..."
"What's written in the letter?"
"Do you really want to know?" He turned his head.
"...Never mind," Yuekou coughed twice, "I'd rather get a good night's sleep every day."
"A wise choice," Hill agreed, "Not only that, it's best not to mention to anyone that Otto Rossi came to see you. It's also better to decline any banquets held in the palace for the time being," he paused, "They've encountered big trouble."