Steel, Guns and the Industrial Party Across the World

At 9 a.m. the next day, Emerson came to the Lord's Mansion again, this time he did not intentionally ask Paul to wait for him.

"Hehe! Lord Graeman has set up a big battle."

Emerson said with a smile after seeing many more people in the room.

Of course, this did not scare him. Emerson came to the place where he was sitting yesterday confidently and calmly, and sat down without waiting for Paul to speak, and asked, "Master Gleiman, should you spend one night?" Have you thought about it clearly?"

"I'll bear—" Paul persuaded himself inwardly.

He smiled and nodded: "Sir Emerson, I have considered it."

"For the sake of the friendship between the Kent family and the Greiman family, I have decided to accept your request on sharing profits. However, I absolutely cannot agree to condominium Bairding, otherwise I will be sorry for the deceased Uncle Ganard, And the real lord of Bairdin is Myron Garnard."

"I will not agree to the request you made yesterday regarding Bairding."

Macron next to him shook his head at Emerson and said.

"Oh…"

Emerson shook his head looking disappointed.

"Lord Kent will be very disappointed."

He stared at Paul without moving, and the two sides confronted each other like this.

Finally, after a long internal struggle, Paul backed down to his bottom line: "If the Kent family can give up their demands on Bairding, we can share more in terms of profits."

Then he waited silently for the other party's reply.

Emerson kept groping his chin, as if he was thinking about what Paul said just now.

In fact, he has already made a decision in his heart, but he enjoys this feeling of "judgment". Watching the other party anxiously (in his opinion) waiting for his reply, for some reason, he suddenly has a sentence of his own. You can decide the other person's fate.

"Now the whole room is waiting for my sentence in silence." This is what Emerson is thinking now.

What sentence should be passed on them?

Oh, Gryman, Gryman, if you had come to see me the day before yesterday when I first got here, I would have let you go now.

It's a pity, it's a pity, you made a mistake of disrespecting me at that time, and you must be punished.

After Emerson deliberately waited for a while, he put on a serious expression, and finally spoke: "Paul Grayman."

"Since you failed to make a timely decision to satisfy the Kent family, on behalf of the Earl, I make the following request to you."

"First, increase the profits distributed to the Earl of Kent and Duke Ferdinand to one-third."

"Second, hand over the technology of making paper and porcelain to the Kent family."

"Third, give up half of Bairding's territory to the Kent family immediately."

"fourth,…"

A strange smile appeared on Emerson's originally serious face:

"...to swear allegiance to Lord Maltz Kent and his rightful heir."

After talking about these four self-added requirements, Emerson couldn't restrain his excitement:

hum! Kneel down and beg me for mercy, this is your punishment for neglecting me.

Paul Grayman, as a weakling, you dared not come to see me immediately. Who do you think you are, just a nominal earl who doesn't even have a knight under his command.

But if you please me, maybe I can let you go, of course, maybe.

Although he was excited, Emerson still maintained a calm look except for a smile on his face, and took a sip of water in a slow and orderly manner.

Paul was stunned at this moment, he was completely stunned by the other party's greed.

The other people in the reception room also had expressions of disbelief, and none of them reacted.

Paul suddenly felt that his sleeve was being pulled by someone. When he came to his senses, he turned his head and saw that it was Manager Ford who was pulling him.

I saw that the five fingers of Old Ford's right hand were stretched out like a knife, and they went all the way down.

The meaning is very clear: Lord Earl, let's go to war!

The other party's request is really too much, and the limit that Arda can bear has already been broken. If he agrees, the Greiman family will no longer have a foothold in the northwest.

Some things on the spiritual level cannot be given up no matter what. Obviously, it is time to have to fight.

Seeing that General Manager Ford, the biggest peace faction, had started to seek war, Paul quickly made a decision in his heart.

He straightened his body and asked Emerson with a smile, "Sir Emerson, can you represent the Earl of Kent with full authority?"

Emerson was waiting for Paul to beg for mercy. When he was suddenly asked this question, he hesitated for a moment, but then said with a straight face: "Of course, Lord Kent has ordered me to handle the negotiations with you."

Paul continued to ask, "Did Lord Kent ask for the conditions you just mentioned?"

Emerson was slightly annoyed: "What do you mean, Mr. Graiman? I have already said that Mr. Kent has given me full authority to handle the negotiations with you. I don't want to repeat it a second time."

Well, Paul didn’t want to ask any more questions, whether Maltz Kent asked for these four items himself, or the emissary named Emerson stepped in to replace him, anyway, the situation is now endless.

He leaned on the table with his arms crossed, a look of determination on his face.

Emerson suddenly felt a little uncomfortable with Paul's posture and new expression. Could it be that the little lord dared to refuse his own conditions? Haha, impossible.

A confident smile returned to his face again. This time he asked for a lot of benefits that exceeded expectations instead of the Earl of Kent. The elder will definitely reward himself heavily.

However, what Paul said next made him unable to react at once.

"Sir Emerson, in view of the fact that the Kent family has made such an outrageous and unreasonable request, I think this is a great insult to the Greyman family."

"Therefore, in the future, people related to the Kent family will no longer be welcomed in Arda and Bairding. Once discovered, they will be expelled immediately."

"Now…"

Paul stopped suddenly, fixed his eyes on the face on the other side that made him extremely disgusted, and then said word by word:

"get out!"

The smile on Emerson's face froze for a moment.

What? Did I hear correctly, this little lord who can't even gather a knight under his command actually let himself go, haha, it's a fantasy.

He asked suspiciously: "Earl Greiman~www.novelmt.com~ What did you just say?"

Paul said angrily, "I told you to **** off. Are your ears blocked by poop, or are your brains flooded and you can't analyze what other people say?"

Well, Emerson heard clearly this time, this little lord who doesn't even have a single knight, actually let himself go, let himself go, the royal nobleman, and the envoy of the Kent family.

absurd! How ridiculous!

Emerson stood there bewildered.

"roll!"

Bryce suddenly yelled at him.

"roll!"

"roll!"

Others in the living room also began to repeat the same words to him angrily.

Emerson suddenly felt a little scared. He tried his best to restrain this feeling, and pointed at the group led by Paul.

"You, you, and you, wait for me, you all wait for me."

Seeing his arrogance, Bryce drew out his sword and pointed at him, and yelled again: "Get lost!"

The terrifying sword light shone on Emerson's face, and he trembled all over, but his proud expression quickly recovered.

"Humph!"

He snorted heavily, adjusted his clothes in front of Bryce's sword, then turned and walked out.

…

Emerson didn't stop after returning to the post house. He called his servants and rode out of Huxin Town on horseback.

"Wait! Wait for the knight army of the Kent family to crush you idiots who don't know the heights of the world!"

He cursed in his heart.

But he had to think about how to face his Uncle Kent first. If he hadn't put forward those four new requirements, Paul Grayman would have agreed to the previous conditions...