The Vastness of Magical Destiny

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Komer decided to leave the negotiations with the Laurent family about the development of Izmir to Puber, believing it most appropriate for Puber, who was even more Gisa-like than the actual Gisa People, to deal with those detestable sorts. As long as he could maximize the benefits for Caucasus, Komer didn’t mind what measures Puber took, so long as he enjoyed bargaining with the Gisa.

In light of the urgency of Izmir’s development, the negotiations between Puber and the Laurent family were progressing smoothly. Perhaps realizing that in the future they would rely more on Homer and Caucasus, the Laurents did not quibble over every little thing as usual in their dealings with Caucasus. Once the negotiations were successful, the Gisa People’s work efficiency was astonishing, as a large amount of funds and various advanced mining equipment seemed to have been prepared long in advance and began to flood into Izmir, so much so that even the usually demanding Puber had to admit that if it had been local merchants, starting production within two months would have been a miracle. This demonstrated the thorough preparatory work the Laurent family had put into the project.

"Make way!" Even in the study, Komer could hear the cold and proud voice from afar; the icy expression lingered only for a moment on Komer’s face before he returned to his usual composed and polite demeanor.

"What is it?" Komer asked as he walked to the entrance hall.

"Lord, Miss Tracy wishes to see you. I have already informed her that you are currently working and do not wish to see anyone. But she—he—..." The person intercepting for Komer was Finitz, his newly-appointed secretary officer, who finally replaced the often-confused Half-Beastman Guards to become the closest person to Komer in his daily work, which pleased everyone at the Lord’s Mansion and those officials and merchants who regularly dealt with the Lord’s Mansion.

"Oh, Miss Tracy is a special exception, please let her in, and close the door after her," Komer said, leaning elegantly against the entrance hall pillar with a light smile. Although they were separated by a courtyard, Komer seemed to see Finitz’s angrily pursed lips.

Tracy appeared somewhat haggard yet maintained her customary lavish elegance in her attire. However, a closer look revealed that these clothes were probably fashion from a year or two ago. For a Noble who had lost her territory, while it was not a matter of scrimping and saving, someone like Tracy, who had become worthless in Philip’s eyes and could even be considered the cause of the trouble, could hardly expect much financial support from her father.