Chapter 380. Its Never Too Late for Revenge, Even If It Takes Fifty Years (2)
"Within three days at the latest," Caron said firmly, "Empty out your secret fund and have it transported to Reben. Cobler, you still have some of your men stationed there, don't you?"
"Of course," Cobler replied with his usual, greasy grin.
"Good. You'll make contact through them and deliver the money. And if that money doesn't make it to Reben..." Caron's voice dropped, smooth as silk and cold as a blade. "You know what'll happen, right? The investigators and the Oceanwolf Knight Order will pay your territory a visit. Oh, and don't even think about reporting this. I already have people stationed all over your lands. Hehe."
Caron smiled as he said it, but there was nothing warm in that smile.
Even in the face of such venomous threats, Baron Norang maintained a tense, disciplined expression. He answered, "There couldn't possibly be any hesitation, my lord. I am deeply honored that you've entrusted such an important matter to me. I'll do everything I can to meet your expectations."
"Excellent attitude," Caron said, amused. "Now, off you go. You can contact me through this communication orb from now on."
"Yes, my lord," Norang replied, then carefully accepted the communication orb Caron handed over and bowed deeply once more before leaving the room.
Creaaak.
As the door closed behind him, Cobler finally let out a long breath. He said, "Phew! I thought he was going to catch on! Heh heh, did you see his face? He'll be shoveling money into your lap for the rest of his miserable life. Do you have any idea what kind of filth he was back in Reben?"
"Do you know him?" Caron asked.
"Only I know him; he doesn't know me. He used to suck up to Marquis Leandro. When you said you wanted him of all people, I nearly dropped dead from shock!" Cobler answered.
He sidled up to Caron, massaging his shoulders, then said, "He's human garbage, that one."