The negotiation Count Furry Adler was waiting for did not occur; it was met only with the merchant's indifferent agreement.
Under the glow of the fireplace, Count Furry Adler furrowed his brows, exuding the dignity of a superior.
He felt it was too simple. Simplicity in business is often not a good thing; it usually represents hidden agendas, troubles, and someone in need on the other side.
"That might cost tens or hundreds of thousands of contribution points."
Count Furry Adler leaned slightly forward, staring intently into the eyes beneath the hood, and spoke seriously.
"Mr. Luli's contribution points are sufficient to cover it," the merchant replied.
Count Furry Adler sat back on the sofa, the hall filled only with his breathing and the subtle crackling of the fireplace.
After pondering for a moment, Count Furry Adler asked, "Can I know the identity of Mr. Luli?"
"No."
