"I'm really angry right now!"
A few seconds later.
A comfortable exhalation came from Aiden's mouth.
"Phew~"
Ackman, driving the carriage, came to the right side of the carriage.
Through the dim oil lamp inside the carriage, he glanced at the scene inside and quickly looked away.
"Master Aiden, are you alright?"
Aiden was indifferent to the fact that Ackman seemed to have seen everything.
He spoke as if nobody was there: "Jonas is truly driven mad by poverty!"
"I invited him to dispatch troops and join me in eradicating the Iron Blood Brotherhood bandits, and he actually said it's me who needs him?"
"He didn't even hesitate, just outright demanded—hiss... One Hundred Gold Pounds!"
"One Hundred Gold Pounds, does he think there's a gold mine on my lands?"
"Hiss!"
Outside the carriage, Ackman said nothing, just listened quietly.
Aiden continued, "With One Hundred Gold Pounds, I could hire another batch of mercenaries to eliminate these bandits!"
