Because He Has a Time Limit, He Becomes the Villain's Son-in-law

KDMBW, DMMP - Chapter 29

Because He Has a Time Limit, He Becomes the Villain's Son-in-law - Chapter 29

Translator and Editor: Skye and the Prophet

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Chapter 29's

Evan went to sword training, and I met Serena, who came under the pretext of seeing me as a doctor.

"Serena, did you find the person I told you last time?"

I once asked Serena to find someone and bring him to me secretly.

At that moment, he nodded with a smile.

"Yes, they'll be here soon, disguised as herbalists."

"Thank you."

I have land.

Now is the time to raise the capital.

It was possible to borrow money to develop iron ore, but for now, it was not the right time. Iron ore prices will soar after a few years. In the meantime, I plan to raise money.

Suddenly, Serena spoke in a low voice.

"Miss Lara."

"Yes?"

"You're going out at the right time, aren't you?"

I looked at Serena, surprised. I think he may have noticed something since I bought the land under the name of a loan, but I don't know why he'll talk about it at this point.

"All right."

As I tried to think about what I should answer if she asked again, out of nowhere, Serena grabbed my hand instead.

"We'll help you escape."

"Huh?"

"You're too valuable to stay here at the young master's expense."

I blinked a few times and then asked calmly.

“Tell me what you really want. There is no way the Vestian Dark Information Guild will offer to help me wholeheartedly.”

"I'll tell you later when I'm with Sven."

There was no reason to refuse help, even though it was an unexpected situation.

Moments later, a waiter politely came with a boy.

"MST. Serena, this kid says he's a shaman. He said you'd know who he was.”

“Yes, welcome. I'm the one who called him.”

When Serena answered, the maid bowed and left, and the fifteen-year-old boy bowed to me with a slightly nervous look.

“Halo, I'm Redian Keos, Young Mistress.”

Redian is a handsome boy with dark green hair and black eyes.

I have instructed Serena to bring it directly to me. The reason why I need to use this method is because I cannot move freely.

"Yes" I said, smiling brightly at the boy in front of me.

He calls himself a herbalist herbalist salesman to fool Duke's eyes, but truthfully, Redian is someone who has nothing to do with herbs.

"It's no big deal, I just want to buy some of your paintings."

Redian was an unknown painter.

He has several paintings in a unique style in a small studio in the city center. He sold them, but they were not famous. Soon, however, his name would become widely known. That painting is the best in terms of money laundering!

I have some of the ten gold coins I previously received from Sven. Of course, this is also one of Seymour's moves.

Seymour accidentally saw his painting and soon knew it would be a huge success. So, he bought some paintings and presented the most valuable in the living room, exponentially increasing Redian's value.

Along with him, the value of Seymour's assets also increased.

Therefore, Redian is an artist who will keep working, so if I busy him a little bit before, I can make money.

"Me, my painting?"

"Yes. About five? One gold coin for each?”

"I-it's too much ..."

Redian shook his hand.

'If Seymour shows up later, he'll give you a hundred gold for each painting ...'

In particular, the prices of early works soared to the ceiling as the early painting styles were irreversible even after being tried.

“Then, I will buy ten paintings. One gold coin per two?”

There is no reason not to cut the price even if it is too much.

I don't have to keep in touch with him either.

Redian realized that he should have said, 'No, my painting is precious.' However, he nodded hurriedly as if he realized that I was not the one who carelessly lent the gold coins, but someone who quickly cut the price in half.

“I understand, Mom. Thanks…"

“Please do only ten flower paintings. Give Serena the painting, and she'll take care of it.”

The reason why I called him in person was because he was stubborn to never sell paintings to people he had never met in person. The price of a painting is increasing due to the stubbornness of the artist.

"Yes…"

From Redian's point of view, it must have been astounding.

He was a nameless poor painter, but suddenly the young mistress of a noble family called out to him secretly and said she would buy his painting at a high price.

"Although, how do you know about my painting ..."

“I was out of town a few days ago, and I saw it. I had a good feeling about the painting, so I remembered it. ”

"Ah."

Redness appeared on Redian's face. As an artist, he couldn't help but like the people who flattered his work.

“Especially, the color is very unique, and I like it.”

'...That was Seymour's opinion, but in any case.'

“I think you know why I'm calling you here secretly now. Please don't tell anyone about this. ”

"Yes I understand."

Hearing my words, Redian immediately nodded.

“I've heard that the late Madam loves to paint and often calls many artists .. It may be heavy to do the same.”

“Oh, he did it? I don't know it.”

Since our business is done, I plan to leave. Although Redian hesitated.

He turned towards me and said.

"Excuse me…"

"Yes?"

'My photograph? What kind of special treatment is this? Of course, I cannot say no!'

A portrait painted in the early style of Redian.It would be difficult even to try to price it at a later date.

“Thank you for recognizing and appreciating my painting, Mom. This is my first bulk order.so, I want to give you an extra picture.”.

'To be honest, Seymour will be approaching you soon.'

Although he did not paint his portrait. This is a buff to be a woman from a noble family.

"But, you didn't bring a brush?"

“If I only pay attention to you for a long time, I can remember your features and will be able to draw you.”

…Is he a genius?

“Well, the weather's good. Should we go to the park and get some sunshine?”

Serena suggested with a smile.

Therefore, the three of us went to the park and sat all afternoon.

I ate the Oklasia fruit and talked about random things with Serena while Redian just looked at me from the side. It was a bit embarrassing at first, but I got used to it.

Later, when the portrait was finished, I had to hang it in my hiding place rather than sell it.

It was just a typical and peaceful afternoon.

Until Serena suddenly disappears, saying she is in a hurry to go to the bathroom, and just in time, Evan shows up with some snacks.

...* * *...

“What is..?”

Seymour frowned and flickered in front of Redian's shabby studio.

"Redian Keos called?"

The old lady next door, who was guarding Redian's shabby art studio, nodded with a frown.

“She holds a painting that doesn't even sell every day, but it seems like things are going to get better now. She followed Princess Icard.”'s messenger

"I'm sorry?"

“If the noble lady likes them, it might be a big order. I wonder if he can get a month's living expenses. Last time, I felt sorry for her starving and instead went to buy cat.”

“Princess Icard..”

Seymour bit his nails.

He thought he had nothing to do with her, but strangely, their movements seemed to overlap.

At first, it was a bit frustrating to see him win the same amount of money as him at a horse race. If it wasn't for him, he could have earned more money. Not even if he saw the Black Horse himself, trusted him, and bet on him.

How did young mistress Icard make such a bold choice?

'Is it just a coincidence?'

Even when she went to the Vestian Dark Information Guild, which was said to be the most capable place with the money earned at the horse races, she had heard of the name Princess Icard.

As soon as he held the newspaper in front of the old man guarding the cafe, and said, 'I am this guy.'

He replied with a sour voice.

"You're already here, don't pretend like you're not."

Then, Seymour pointed closer to his back at the newspaper. The old man looked at her in surprise, saying, 'I think it's just one person ..' and guided her to Sven.

In other words, Laria Rose Icard, who had a slimmer back than her in the picture, had come and gone from that place. Furthermore, when he met Sven, Seymour said he wanted to buy a title and land Hanua, but he replied with a nervous expression.

“I'm afraid Hanua plantation has been bought from here to here. Why don't you buy the rest of it?”

Seymour had a strange premonition that the person he mentioned was somehow probably Princess Icard. Although Sven did not reveal the name of the buyer, he still had a hunch.

He thinks he's just a stalker.

Hanua is not famous and is a land of low prices. It was far from the Capital, and there was no highly developed industry.

'If he hadn't thought of making money there for some special reason, he wouldn't be interested in the land at all.'

However, trying to buy secluded land at the same time was not enough. And, now.he called Redian Keos.

Redian Keos was a jewel-like talented painter who he discovered while browsing through various art galleries. Although still young and not actively selling his paintings, the art and expressive painting itself is very good.

In particular, once one sees how bright and unique the color is, it is hard to forget about it.

A few exhibitions at influential art salons were enough to skyrocket the price.

Initially, the artwork was limited in inventory, so once they were known, they made quite a lot of money. So, she was here to make it skyrocket but. once again, Princess Icard…

'Squeaky.'

Seymour sat down in front of the art studio and thought, 'I'll wait for Redian to come back.'

'How can he think the same way as me...?'

It wasn't just anyone, it was Young Madam Icard…

A noblewoman who was completely different from him, who was an ordinary person from birth. She is the only wife of the heir to Icard, although she is only fourteen years old. They had a status gap that made it even difficult for them to greet each other.

Even though he cares about that? Instead, the spirit of challenge is getting ignited.

Didn't he run, wondering how far he could go after starting with his bare hands?

'Maybe…'

Moreover, now that he had bought that title, he could no longer be considered an ordinary person.

He thought he could buy the title to some extent with the money earned from horse racing, but because he earned less money than he thought he had just earned the title of Baron.

'Is this destiny?'

Seymour carefully took out from his pocket a newspaper article from a few days ago, which he always carried, and unfolded it.

'My soulmates, who I never thought would exist in this world?'

We won money together, although because Laria was a noble, she drew more attention than herself—picture of Laria's back, taken at the horse race, in a big position. And next to him, he could see the back of him at the side.

Although they made money together, Laria got more attention because she was a noblewoman.

'I want to know more.'

Her brilliant blonde hair shone in the sunlight, and her green eyes sparkled in thought. Due to her beautiful appearance, the lady passing by quietly looked at her.

Letucia Seymour.

An ordinary eighteen-year-old with no blood, tears, conscience, morals, or ethical consciousness, who is full of ambition, and only likes things that make money.

Now, as Baron, he's named Seymour 'Gold' Letucia.

Just by adding 'Gold' as his middle name, it clearly showed his passion for money.

Even though he started as a baron now, he would work harder for higher degrees that required astronomical money.

If she likes him, she has the persistence to stay by his side, regardless of whether she has a husband or not.

He will not give up on Princess Icard, even for Princess Elanie, who is said to be the center of the Imperial Family.

"I have to meet him."

Seymour raised his chin, deep in thought.

'However…'