The Transmigration Survival Guide Volume 7 Chapter 60
I received the letter I was waiting for at night. There were no signs prior or changes. Nothing had changed, unless you wanted to count the young manâs complaint when he delivered it to me. The imperial capitalâs air was still bathed in a faint scent of alcohol. Drunkards caroused throughout the streets. paled in comparison to the girlsâ smiles and hip-shaking actions. The girlsâ clear skin bounced, exuded sensuality and their pheromones boldly enveloped men, attracting them in similar fashion to bees to honey. Everything was the same. No matter what happened or was about to happen, nothing had changed.
If this was a novel, Iâd spring a surprise attack at sunset, at the last moment of trading hour, when I had destroyed Edwardâs joy with the letter I received and revelled in Edwardâs stiff smile. However, my life wasnât so dramatic, and it wouldnât happen to me. I wouldnât let it happen. I no longer had anything to gamble on. I had to ensure that Iâd hit the bullâs eye without question. The letter arrived with impeccable timing as it gave me enough time to make adjustments. I didnât think the romanticised outcome wasnât cool. That was for brute force people. There was still a lot that had to be done.
The dwarvesâ letter consisted of only two words: âFound them.â That was enough for me. I knew full well how excited Francis was; he mightâve been drunk already.
I handed Ross a letter: âTake this letter to the boy working at Achillesâ company.â
The letter I wanted delivered to the boy was a warning that the price of the stones would plummet. As for whether he believed it or not, that was none of my business. If he quickly got rid of them before the bomb imploded, Achillesâ company would be able to get some health points. If he didnât believe me, then what could I do? His decision would determine if he could do business or not. If the boy sensed the danger and immediately cut his losses, Achilles would definitely think that he had a businessmanâs nose.
âAnd hereâs another letter. Take it to the bank. Have them come to the trade centre at sunset tomorrow. Iâll declare my bankruptcy there.â
When I touched my face, I realised that I had stubble again. I picked up the metal tray to check myself out. I hadnât paid attention to my appearance for days. I only just realised how haggard I looked.
I told myself, âI need to tidy up my appearance after this before going to see Veirya. I donât want her to think I went through trouble here.â
The hotel was shabby, yes. Still, they did have soap and razors. I took in a deep breath. I looked into the tray and hot water on the stove. Although my life wasnât dramatic, there was a show worth watching at sunset tomorrow. Being the main protagonist tomorrow, I had to put on a stellar performance, which included rocking a striking appearance.
 âMr. Edward, you met the businessman, right?â asked the man in front of Edward.
He took the chilly glass of wine from the bartender. The price of such a drink should be self-explanatory in an era where there were no refrigerators or freezers.
Radiating confidence, Edward nodded: âHe was an interesting fellow. I never thought of that idea. Thereâs no capital required. All you need to do is to shoulder the risk. Iâve thought about it. If only one or two people went broke in a business with a hundred people involved but a hundred people paid to insure themselves, even covering ten times the amount would still put you in the profit margin. Itâs an excellent money-making idea. Once this done, I want to copy his method. What did he call it again? Insurance?â
âMm⊠To tell the truth, he actually sold the insurance policy to me for thirty thousand gold coins. I then sold it to others, thereby making myself a fair amount,â shared the young man. âDo the insurance policies count as a commercial good? If it is, I think we can turn it into a tradable item.â
Second hand and third hand deals had little bearing on Edwardâs business or even impact his ability to make money because, if Edward won, everyone won. Edward was scheduled to pay the insurance man, who was bound to show up at the trade centre to collect his money, tomorrow at sunset. Hence, Edward could even pass the money on to the young man with him at the moment to hand over. It wasnât just Edward who had to pay. All the people who bought the insurance policy would have to pay him.
Everyone joyously believed that theyâd make money thanks to the insurance policy. They believed their investment would make them money. Maybe some realised there was a risk of bankruptcy but were fine with it for the next buyer would cover them. The thing was, nobody knew who the last buyer was.
Fourth night. Another ordinary night.
I splashed water on my face and wiped off the bubbles on my chin. I checked my face out in the mirror. The flame beside me wasnât bright enough, causing my face to appear in the mirror as if it was a flickering light. My eyes were enveloped in darkness. I rinsed my razor in the water once I confirmed I was done tidying up. I grabbed a pen again to begin penning my letter to Veirya.
âI wonder how sheâll react when she receives a letter this time. She was grouchy the last time I didnât write one. Is Veirya awake yet? There wonât be any residual issues, will there? What else does she need to do for her recovery?â I wondered as I wrote.
I wanted to take care of Veirya. Unfortunately I had to stay in the imperial capital. I couldnât deny that her injury was my fault. With that said, it wasnât a reason for me to be disheartened. I was her lover. I needed to keep putting one foot forward for her. Since we were family, I had to go and work for her. Sisiâs argument was sound. Nonetheless, it was complete logical fallacy. Perhaps something would happen to Veirya and I. I would protect Veirya, nonetheless. Veirya could still get hurt without me. As a matter of fact, sheâd be in more danger without me. Veirya got hurt because of me, which was precisely why she needed me.
I had to get revenge. I didnât come just to talk to Sisi. I came to exact a vengeance.
I gazed my cape that Sisi made for me quietly hanging on the wall. I didnât hate Sisi. Put it this way: what would be the point of hating her? She was the queen of humanity, the Queen of the empire. I could eliminate anyone who could threaten her. How was I going to oppose her? Though making me bankrupt was her idea, I didnât hate her. On one hand, I mightâve feared her. On the other hand, I felt I still had some feelings for her.
âWhat exactly do I think of Sisi and Lucilia? I know that Iâm just feigning ignorance,â I inwardly said.
It broke my heart to see Sisi quiver and cry in front of me, but what could I do? I blamed myself and also felt upset when I left Lucia, but what could I do? I did much worse to Sisi than Veirya; however, I genuinely wanted to be together with Sisi back then. I just happened to treat her as a substitute.
I left without a single moment of hesitation and didnât spare a thought for Sisi when Veirya returned. I could understand Sisi hating me, and I could also understand her loving me. In saying that, I wasnât a harem novel main protagonist. Veirya and Sisi were normal women and could never accept me having a harem. Moreover, how could a Queen not have a lover who belonged exclusively to her?
I would be willing to give up everything for Veirya. Having said that, I would look after Sisi, as well. Sisiâs entire life was dedicated to her throne and nation. I planned to protect everything she treasured. That was all I could do. I couldnât change the world. I donât know how the characters in novels do it; I was happy enough to change just Veirya.
I carefully put away the dwarvesâ letter, my tool for reversing the tables tomorrow.
âVeirya, wait just a while for me. Iâll be back to you. Iâll get back everything you cherish. Weâll be together as we did at the start. Youâre all my family. I wonât abandon any of you.â