bookpower Vol.4 Ch.241 Changing Tides.
Vol.4 Ch.241 Changing Tides.
Vol.4 Ch.241 Changing Tides.
Baron Eamon leaned forward, his piercing gaze fixed on Rya across the polished oak table. "Could I take a look at the figures?" he inquired, his voice steady and clear. "I prefer to understand how the numbers will impact our interests."
Rya’s lips curled into a knowing smile as she gracefully handed the document to Lord Gawain, who was standing behind her. He accepted it, then made his way toward Nathaniel, eager to have the calculations verified before the meeting proceeded further.
The Earl grasped the parchment tightly, his brow knitting in concentration as he delved into the intricate figures sprawled before him. Despite the bright light streaming through the skylights, he leaned closer, a flickering candle by his side guiding his older eyes through the maze of numbers. The soft glow danced around him, casting gentle shadows that highlighted the lines of his face, revealing the intensity of his scrutiny.
"You’re welcome to correct any errors if I miscalculated, Lord Nathaniel," Rya said, her voice calm and encouraging as she observed the Earl’s examination with an attentive eye.
Engrossed in the task at hand, Nathaniel didn’t notice her focused gaze. His attention was solely on the numbers, which danced across the page in a complex ballet of trade implications. He had to concede that the Dark Elf’s diligence shone through in her calculations; every figure was precisely aligned, reflecting the intricate dynamics of the proposed trade deal.
Her words hung in the air, filled with a palpable sense of possibility, as they all considered the future that lay before them.
Eamon, Thaddeus, and Nathaniel exchanged puzzled glances, their brows furrowed in confusion, while Alaric’s expression hardened as he turned to Duval, whose face had drained of color, appearing almost ghostly. The sight was bittersweet for the Duke; he relished every opportunity to witness the Prime Minister's downfalls, yet it vexed him that this particular failure was orchestrated by his nephew and that woman he regarded as little more than a whore. A tumult of thoughts surged through the Duke’s mind, but he struggled to conjure a scheme to thwart his nephew and his harlot, finding himself frustratingly empty of viable options.
Meanwhile, William's mind raced at breakneck speed as he grappled with the impending loss of his most significant source of income, each thought colliding chaotically with the next. In stark contrast, Count Sebastian maintained his stoic demeanor, the hint of disappointment shadowing his gaze as he observed Duval. His heart was heavy at seeing his friend so uncharacteristically panicked.
Terenthiel and the other members of the Divine Three, however, seemed entirely unconcerned with the turmoil unfolding around them. Instead, they directed their collective ire towards Rya, their intense glares as potent as daggers, and they all looked like they were trying to make the Dark Elf’s head explode, but it never happened. Rya simply smiled at them.