Chapter 302: Conditions

When the black-clad maid walked out of Benier's mansion, a light rain was falling. On this wide street, there was no one left, and the houses and shops along the way were all closed.

In this city called Senario, Ike Benier's status was equivalent to that of the city lord, and his mansion concentrated the city's strongest military force.

Thus, when the battle broke out, everyone shut themselves indoors, not daring to show the slightest curiosity. Even ten minutes after the ceasefire, they only dared to peek through cracks in the walls and corners of windows to observe the outside movements.

But when the black-clad maid reached the opposite intersection, she saw a man in a gray suit, pipe in mouth, standing in a corner. She frowned and looked over, her cold gaze making the gray-clad man's already pallid face even more unsightly.

André Lee Wiltonstein!

When he said this, his forehead was covered in cold sweat. Because the blade protruding from the tip of the black-clad maid's umbrella was less than three centimeters from his neck. Just a little more, and it would have cut his carotid artery or severed his head.

He deeply regretted it. Had he known it would come to this, he would never have accepted that commission, even though the fee was generous, as high as 300,000 gold shields. But this was truly a terrifyingly high-risk task.

However, the one who dared to risk his life to take on this task naturally possessed extraordinary courage. Although the maid's blade was almost piercing his skin, he still spoke clearly: "André Lee Wiltonstein of Atlanta asked me to ask you: Are you coming back or not?"

Young Master Mochen?

Roberte Yvonne's eyes flickered, then she retracted the blade of the Thousand Mechanisms Umbrella: "Please tell Young Master Mochen that I will return to his side, but not now."

The middle-aged man let out a long sigh of relief, knowing he had saved his life.

"One more thing. Someone asked me to tell you: The various powers of the Antoria continent have intended to join forces to eliminate you. If this alliance is formed, at least four legends will participate."

"Understood!"

Roberte bowed slightly to the middle-aged man: "Thank you for your reminder."

When the black-clad maid, holding her umbrella, walked into the rain ahead, the middle-aged man, a private detective by profession, instantly lost all his strength and slumped against the wall behind him.

He thought, what a terrifying existence this was? Ignatius of the Church of Light, a level 19 paladin possessing two holy artifacts, yet even this figure with 20S-level combat power could not withstand Roberte Yvonne's single sword strike—

It seemed that this bloody whirlwind that had swept across half of the Antoria continent might continue to blow here for a while longer. That maid had such qualifications.

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"Five half-new ten-thousand-ton merchant ships, is that right?"

Inside the Unicorn Apartment, Li Mochen smiled wryly, looking at Alexandra Candela, who had come to visit again: "Mr. Candela is indeed sincere."

This man was quite sincere. Although he couldn't get back his father's five armed merchant ships, he offered five half-new ocean-going container ships, with tonnages of two 16,000-ton and three 14,000-ton—modified versions at that.

The most extensively modified were the two 16,000-ton ships. Not only were the hulls and keels reinforced, but they were also equipped with two 150mm naval guns fore and aft, two 4×2 missile launchers, three sets of six-barreled 20mm automatic rotary cannons, and a set of level 17 shipboard magic defense arrays.

The Sacred Blood Hunt was not giving them away but selling them at half price. The total cost was less than 132 million gold shields, only 50% of the market price. The key was that payment could be made in installments, starting one year later, over five years, with zero interest.

According to this deputy团长, this came from several merchants who couldn't pay their debts and used these ships as collateral, which were then confiscated by the Sacred Blood Hunt and the Cadia Hunt. But what exactly happened, Li Mochen didn't know, nor did he bother to find out.

"But I'm very curious: couldn't your hunt find anyone else? The terms you offer are so favorable, and the profits are astonishing. I think in America, few people could refuse your invitation."

"There are many who want to do business on the Antoria continent, but not many have enough strength and can open up shipping routes in the near future. And then the most important thing is the issue of trust—"

Alexandra looked quite helpless: "André, during wartime, we need to ensure that our logistics are not controlled by anyone. Do you understand?"

If there were other better options, he wouldn't be here groveling. Originally, he thought this young man had no choice, but the explosion of the Rising Sun Company had made this youth's career in Atlanta rise suddenly.

However, this situation only strengthened his resolve to ask this young man to take over.

"But I still can't understand: why does it have to be me?"

Li Mochen shook his head: "To be honest, my father never let me participate in his business. Now I know nothing about his connections, and I'm afraid I won't be of much help to you."

"You can rest assured on that point. I think we have a fair understanding of your father's situation."

Alexandra said confidently: "If you never set foot on the sea from now on, then the connections your father cultivated on the Antoria continent will naturally disappear with his death. But now, I will remind them. Those who owe your father favors will eventually repay you; those who cooperated with your father will not refuse the heir of their former partner, right? Especially those Easterners, they value the principle of 'father dies, son succeeds.' As long as your people appear before them, everything will be fine."

"The reason it has to be you is that we want you to come forward and reorganize the United Wings Fleet. In the past two months, this fleet has lost two leaders. Now, besides you, no one can reorganize this fleet."

Li Mochen continued shaking his head: "The problem is, even if I want to accept, I can't find enough reliable crew members right now."

When Alexandra heard this, a hint of joy appeared in his eyes: "That's not difficult, right? I said I could provide you with an interest-free loan of 50 million gold shields. I think with money, you can recruit any talent you want."

"That's too little. How many suitable people can that recruit?"

Li Mochen shook his head: "From what you've told me, such a fleet needs three to four 17S-level experts in naval combat to keep the situation under control, right?"

Alexandra caught the hint. After a moment's thought, he said: "80 million gold shields, five-year interest-free. That's the most we can concede."

Then he waved his hand, signaling a woman in full silver armor with an Eastern face to walk over to the sofa.

"This is our hunt's deputy captain, Wang Daina. Although she can't compare to your maid, she is still an 18-level magic energy hunter. If we reach a cooperation, she will be stationed with you as our special envoy for the next two years. You can have her participate in escort missions, or have her do anything—I mean anything."