Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32

I have absolutely no connections.

[Hmm. So, youre saying youre trying to sell an unproven drug to the nobility without any connections, and I have to figure out a way is that what youre saying?]

Yes.

At Logans casual response, Phillip temporarily lost his words.

[If this goes wrong, Logan might be fine, but Im surely done for.]

Dont worry about it.

[You say that as if its not your life on the line]

What was that?

[Ah, nothing. Hmm. To make noble connections, a party is indeed the best option.]

Party? A party, huh

[Yes. But Im a commoner and cant attend noble parties. So at least Logan should]

Me? Youre telling me to go to a party?

The McLain family, hardly in a position to afford a party, never had such an experience, and in his previous life, the only parties he knew were disorderly victory celebrations with plenty of mercenaries and few knights.

That alone was a troublesome enough request, but there was more.

[Even if you attend a party and make connections, it will take time before those are useful for business. You cant just sell there either.]

Hmm? Selling directly? Ho!

[Not to put a damper on your plans, but really, you shouldnt do that. Not just for Logans sake but also for the reputation of the McLain family within social circles.]

No. Thats not what Im talking about. As long as were not selling, it should be fine.

[Excuse me?]

With a rising sense of foreboding, Phillip asked in a concerned tone.

Hmm. Thanks to you, Ive got a great idea. Lets meet in the capital.

[Me too? I have work to do here]

Itll take a week to arrive. Well meet inside the West Gate of Gran in a weeks time, in the morning.

[Logan, are you even listening to]

Crack.

Click.

Contrary to Phillips desperate cry, Logan, who seemed lost in thought, stepped out of the communication room with notably light steps.

* * *

Are you going out again?

Yes. After such a significant event, I need time to calm my shocked spirit.

You do?

Yes.

The big son, suddenly requesting a meeting, gave an absurdly nonchalant excuse, making Patrik sigh.

Huh Hm. Well, where do you plan to go?

To the capital for a bit.

The capital?

Yes.

And youre saying youre going to a large city to calm your mind?

To broaden my horizons.

Im supposed to believe that?

Yes.

Patrik couldnt hide his astonishment but saw no movement on his sons unfazed face.

I cant exactly tell him Im going to sell aphrodisiacs in the capital.

Even if it was a profitable item, it wouldnt sit well with the trade guild without intermediaries, and certainly not if he announced such personal business ambitions.

Hed object, citing the familys dignity.

So the best approach was sheer brazenness.

Fine. You must have something in mind. Go ahead.

To his surprise, he was granted permission rather easily.

Thankfully, his reputation built on prior achievements was still solid enough.

The capital was uncharted territory in his current life.

The prospect of a nobles son, with no servants in tow, driving a carriage loaded with nearly 2000 boxes, caused a bit of an issue within the family.

Due to his demonstrated performance in the war, no one dare oppose Logans assertive insistence.

Thanks to that, for the first time in a while, Logan could prepare to sleep alone under the starry night sky, using the road as his bed.

Its inevitable. Rick has to work.

If reliable Rick, already tired from daily labor in the warehouse, had heard this, he would have been exasperated.

Rick wanted to keep the relationship between the meat from Karok and this medication a secret for as long as possible.

Because he still lacked completely trustworthy confidants.

Still, sorry about that

Logan did have a conscience.

Alright. Your name shall henceforth be Impo-Rick.

He named the abundant results produced by Ricks hard work after him.

The Rick that cures impotence. Nice!

At that moment, Rick, barely able to sleep from exhaustion, shivered with an inexplicable chill.

* * * People were crowded densely in front of the city gate, leaving hardly any space to set foot.

Even from a great distance, where they appeared as mere dots, the gates and walls of the city were impressively majestic.

They seemed like dwarves entering the castle of giants.

Such was the overwhelming size of the Grand Castle of the Thousand-Year Kingdom.

The massive walls, reaching 20 meters high and periodically enhanced by protective magic, had withstood a millennium, neither crumbling nor wearing down easily.

In tales, even the aura of Aura Users supposedly couldnt easily scratch the city walls.

That may be an exaggeration.

Remembering the walls falling helplessly in his previous life, Logan felt uncomfortable, as they now seemed to emphasize the empires might.

And that feeling intensified as the walls drew near, and the bustling crowd grew denser.

The capital, with a resident population of one million and a transient population exceeding two million, is the largest and most important city in the eastern part of the continent.

For the people of the Grandia Kingdom, the capital, Grand, was a symbol and a source of pride representing a millennium of history.

A fort constructed in the distant past, unlike anything possessed by the Ares Empire.

Still, Logans view of it was entirely different.

Staring at the gates reminded him of the scene where the gates fell, and countless people perished.

Ugh

Leaving the burnt McLain Castle behind, the frantic charge toward the capital.

At the sight of his brothers dear face, falling broken before the very Western Gate.

Lonian.

And the memory of powerlessly watching his younger brother dragged away amid the chaos.

Crunch.

Never again

Whinny.

Ah!

Involuntarily tightening his grip on the reins, the horses reared up as if startled.