The Useless 8th Prince

Not a Person Who Can Be Touched

“A-What do you want?”

Ralph was doubtful. He crawled forward, trying to block Catherine's figure behind him. The man did not want his own wife to get involved because of his stupidity. He did not want to do anything reckless and fell into another hole.

“You can relax. It has absolutely nothing to do with you,” Ciel said with a relaxed expression.

“L-Then ... then what do you want?” ralph asked doubtfully.

“I can solve your problem with the Baron. You could say, as long as you live, he won't dare to bother you. But I want something …

Once you start producing wine. I want to get 30 .. no. I want to get 25% of the wine you produce. The contract is forever.

You should send it every late spring, summer, and autumn. Three times in a year.”

Hearing Ciel's words, Ralph was stunned. He did not expect his offer to be that easy. If he could go back to producing wine, even if it had to be deposited into a 25% Baron and a 25% Ciel, there would still be 50% that could be sold. At the very least, he would not live with such a bad condition.

“A-Is that true, Mister?”

“I can also give you a more interesting offer. Do you want to hear it?” Not answering, Ciel asked again.

“S-I want to hear it, Mr.” Ralph said nervously.

“I heard, from the first .. Your family only produces wine on a small scale because of limited land and workers. In the end, in your generation ... this business even almost went bankrupt and died.”

“...” Not answering, Ralph could only look down embarrassed.

“I have a very large fertile land. Suitable for growing wine. If you want, go to my territory and become my subordinate.

I'm gonna open a big winery. Net proceeds from the sale of wine, which means already deducted the cost of labor, maintenance, transportation, and such.

Don't rush to refuse. Maybe 5% sounds a little bit, but .. I think it can already make you rich. Having a manor, a lot of people willing to work under you, and other benefits.

You know why?”

Ralph looked up, looking at the mysterious smiling Ciel with a nervous expression. He couldn't help but ask.

“K-Why, Mister?”

“Because the land to be used to grow grapes is very wide. The wine factory will be big. It would be the only wine producing place in a region.

Yes ... a region that most Marquis do not have.”

Ciel had indeed cleared a vast land in the Black Lily Region bordering the Scarlet Roze Region. The land is suitable for growing plants such as grapes. The total area was similar to the territory of two Marquis people, but the wine section .. Ciel wanted to focus more on the Black Lily Region.

The prince was intending to enrich his main territory. Making himself able to develop strong warriors in either the main division or the three shadow divisions. From the net proceeds of the wine sales, 50% will be included in the interests of the region, 5% will be given to Ralph, while 45% will go into his own pocket. Of course, it would be used to cultivate and expand warriors within the shadow division.

Ciel was not worried at all that Ralph would refuse. After all, that person was already like a dying beast and thirsty. He was like a man carrying food and water in front of him.

Under the choice of life is better or death .. who would be foolish enough to choose death?

Sure enough, Ralph looked at Ciel with a bright expression. Looks amazing. However, there was still a hint of doubt in his gaze.

Seeing that, Ciel raised the corner of his lips. Putting back the wine bottle on the shelf and returning the cup to the dimensional pouch, he approached the figures of Ralph and Catherine.

Putting his right hand on his left chest, Ciel bowed politely.

“Include, my name is Luciel Dawnbringer .. The 8th Prince of the Black Sun Empire.”

“This boy has met his Master!” ralph said in a respectful tone, handing himself over to Ciel.

“Good.” Ciel nodded with a faint smile on his lips. “I promise, you won't regret this.”

“This boy believes in his Master!”

“Thank you guys head. Then ... tell me, what kind of Baron that controls this area.”

Seeing Ciel's operation about manipulation, pulling people to his side, and others. Savian looked very impressed. To him, Ciel's remark was even more convincing than all the nobles he had met.

As for Ferel, his expression was stagnant. He was completely dumbfounded and could only complain inwardly.

Is this the power of Prince Luciel? So ingenious and cunning... is it really vicious?

I have a lot to learn from him.

...***...

Meanwhile, at Green Oak Castle.

In the living room, Boris' figure was thrown and damaged some furniture. Not far from there, there was the figure of a stocky middle-aged man who had a face similar to his. That man is Boris' father, Baron Oakson.

“Why did you hit our son, darling? How dare you .. have you gone mad! If you still dare, I will leave you!”

The figure of a stocky woman with thick makeup shouted to Baron Oakson. Of course she was the wife of the Baron and the mother of Boris.

“Leaving me? A smelly woman like you? Even I dare to kill you and the useless son that you gave birth to!”

Seeing how her normally relaxed husband was truly enraged, the originally arrogant Baron's wife was instantly frightened. He no longer dared to refute, instead trying to calm the middle-aged man down.

“Quiet, Sweetheart. Why so angry .. The stupid kid doesn't know anything. Wouldn't it be better to forgive her? He will definitely change.”

“Change? See how he makes trouble everywhere just because of women! Rather than nobles, this fool looks more like a monkey in the mating season!” yelled Baron Oakson.

“Isn't that just a country woman? With our power-”

“DIAM!!” yelled Baron Oakson. “It's okay? You think that because of you, the old lady is useless now the wife of nobility .. You feel your son can be as willing as possible?”

“But-”

“I SAID SHUT UP! A small baron like me was similarly appointed by a Count. A Count was considered a middle noble and was appointed by the Duke. The Duke himself was chosen by the King.

You know who you're trying to provoke, stinking boy! That young man is His Highness Luciel Dawnbringer! The prince of the Black Sun Empire!

A figure like him, even our King should smile and be respectful when welcoming his arrival! You, old lady and useless brat.... dare to provoke His Majesty Luciel just for possessing me? You idiot!

Even the Count who had chosen me would be banished and deposed with just a whimper of his finger. Stop making trouble for me, stinky boy!”

Hearing Baron Oakson's words, his wife immediately shivered in fear. While Boris, that stocky man was completely deathly pale. He did not expect at all, it turned out that the person he was trying to provoke was …

A person she cannot touch!

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