The God's Games

Seeing this, Flower Deer who usually wears a cold and serious expression, cracked a small smile, amused by how quickly Master PungPong had changed his tune.

When Master PungPong and his team mentioned that they wanted to rest for the night, Mr. Turner confidently said, "Of course, you need to rest. It'll take me a day to gather everything you need. If you trust me, you can leave your batch of weapons here, and I'll have my people deliver them to you tomorrow."
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The players looked at each other and decided to trust Mr. Turner.

They agreed to leave the weapons with him and then found an Inn to stay at for the night.

Since they had a day to spend in Lindblum City, Master PungPong suggested that they go explore the streets.

They had been busy with their quest and hadn't had a chance to look around the city.

Such a big city must have plenty of interesting places to see, right?

The teammates all agreed with Master PungPong's idea, so the four of them went out together to explore.

The people from Ulon Town didn't dare to wander off, but fortunately, Hanjun didn't plan to go out either.

He stayed in his room to rest, waiting for tomorrow to come.

Meanwhile, Mr. Turner ordered his men to start gathering the supplies for Master PungPong's trade, but then he heard that Viscount Hereford's men had intercepted the shipment.

Mr. Turner frowned and cursed his luck.

Even though he did business in Lindblum City, he wasn't one of Viscount Hereford's people.

If it weren't for the fact that business was still good in Lindblum City, he would have left long ago.

The main reason was that Viscount Hereford was a greedy man who tried to interfere in every deal, taking a big cut for himself.

Luckily, Mr. Turner had a strong enough background that Viscount Hereford didn't dare to go too far.

All he could do was watch enviously as Mr. Turner's business thrived, not daring to push his luck too much.

However, after Saradin arrived in Lindblum City, Viscount Hereford became much less reasonable.

Relying on the backing of a powerful figure, Viscount Hereford started to throw his weight around, repeatedly interfering in Mr. Turner's business.

His intentions were clear without needing to say much.

Mr. Turner had to give in a little, letting Viscount Hereford take a cut out of respect for Saradin.

But now, Viscount Hereford was pushing harder and harder, making Mr. Turner increasingly frustrated.

It wasn't the right time to break ties, so Mr. Turner had to endure it for now, waiting for the day when he couldn't take it anymore to confront them openly.

One of his men came up and said, "Boss, the Viscount's people heard that we made another big deal recently, and they want to come and take a look."

Mr. Turner frowned and, after a moment, said, "Let them look but don't let them touch this batch. These are top-quality goods, and I'm planning to send them to the Royal City of Orinthia."

The man agreed, but he didn't expect that when Viscount Hereford's steward saw the cart full of shiny weapons, he would react with such surprise.

Mr. Turner's man could tell this wasn't good news—the steward had clearly taken a liking to the goods.

Before he could say anything, the steward spoke up, "The demon army is about to march to the south. These weapons have arrived just in time. They can equip Lindblum City's soldiers. Let your boss know that the city lord's office will be taking these."

Hearing those words made the henchman grit his teeth in frustration.

The steward wasn't even talking about making a deal; he was just trying to take the goods for free.

How could that be allowed?

He quickly stopped the city lord's soldiers and sent someone to inform Mr. Turner.

Soon, Mr. Turner who is seething with anger, confronted the steward.

His fierce expression and imposing stature were very intimidating, making the steward feel a strong sense of pressure.

Mr. Turner said, "I didn't know when the city lord's office turned into a gang of thieves. These goods are mine—since when does the city lord's office have the right to take them?"

The steward, feeling nervous, stepped back, his heart racing, but he quickly regained his composure and replied, "This is Lindblum City and everything in Lindblum City belongs to Viscount Hereford. It doesn't matter if these things are yours—if Viscount Hereford says the word, you'll have to hand them over."

Mr. Turner responded in a deep voice, "I've never heard of such a rule!"

He spoke so loudly that it made the steward's ears ring, causing him to take another step back, "Then I'll have the Viscount explain the rule to you."

Mr. Turner was unhappy.

He knew that Saradin must be the one accompanying Viscount Hereford, and in front of a powerful Warlock, he had no choice but to reluctantly agree, knowing the outcome would be the same either way.

But these goods weren't even his; they were just temporarily stored here.

As a businessman, he had to maintain his credibility, so he decided not to let Viscount Hereford get away with it this time.

The steward, thinking Mr. Turner had given in, lifted the cover off the cart, revealing the weapons.

The bright, gleaming silver of the swords dazzled his eyes, and he couldn't resist picking up a longsword.

As he touched the cold blade, the steward was awestruck by the weapon's excellent craftsmanship.

He immediately felt that his earlier decision was correct—Viscount Hereford would definitely be pleased.

With these weapons, they could arm the entire Lindblum City.

The steward's eyes sparkled as he started to think of the weapons as his own.

Mr. Turner was visibly displeased.

He gave a signal to one of his men, who then stepped forward and snatched the weapon out of the steward's hands.

The steward was unhappy with this and said, "What do you think you're doing? Are you planning to defy the city lord's orders?"