The Overlord Journey of the God of Creation

Almost uttering a dangerous word, Meredith covered her mouth with a smile, while Viscount Allen swallowed.

"I see..."

He knew that the mistress Meredith was talking about was that blue-haired woman, and the so-called master should be that partner, so the orchid goddess should be that person's lover.

And they should be players of that kind of game... The Viscount had a little misunderstanding.

"It's really lucky. I was drawn with a one-third probability, and I was able to stay with the master for such a long time." Meredith showed a happy smile on her face.

Regarding the complicated relationship between them, Viscount Allen felt that it was better not to get too involved.

"I've finished listening to my story. Ms. Amanda, what do you think?" Allen asked carefully.

"Okay, just you." Meredith said flatly.

"what?"

Such a voice came from the mouth of Lord Viscount.

"Wait, what does that mean...it's just me."

"Literally." Meredith tilted her head with an expression of what's wrong with this person.

"Salt merchant agent, I chose you."

The overstimulation brought by Meredith's calm words made the big businessman almost spit out blood.

The annual refined salt production of the Great Salt Lake involves at least tens of thousands of gold coins, please don't say it so casually, please!

"Originally, the mistress has decided to be you." Meredith explained.

"The reason is——your daughter is friends with Mistress-sama's adoptive daughter."

At this moment, Lord Viscount seems to have not recovered from the shock and joy...

When I got home today, I gave my daughter the set she liked before... No, I bought all the ten sets of skirts for her...

Meredith stood up, picked up the wine bottle, walked to Lord Viscount, and skillfully poured him a glass of wine.

"What do you think is the greatest opportunity in the world?"

"It's... National Fortune."

"That's right, you just took advantage of the luck of the country and made a fortune selling stones." Meredith put her slender fingers on his shoulders.

"However, that's just a matter of luck—"

She whispered in Viscount Allen's ear.

"What can really bring you to the top is to hold the fate of the country in your own hands."

"Boom!" These words made Viscount Allen's heart beat violently.

"My mistress is not just a businessman, you understand."

"Yes, I understand..."

The scene that he saw in the Dragon Kingdom that day appeared in front of Viscount Allen again. His shoulders trembled slightly, and he didn't know whether it was excitement or fear.

Until now, he still dare not tell what he saw, for fear that others will regard him as a lunatic, and he is even more afraid of being punished by that person.

He didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and even recalled that scene every night, for fear that he would forget.

People who have the ability to hold the fate of the country in their own hands... that's the kind of people they are talking about.

"You should know what to do with yourself?"

Allen's mouth cracked into a smile.

Since then, he has actually stopped acting for the right to sell refined salt.

Cooperating with that person, this matter itself, has become his purpose.

"Of course, I understand."

For businessmen, the biggest opportunity is the luck of the country.

But now, the fate of the empire may depend on that person's words.

What I should do, of course, is self-evident.

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The image of Meredith, the goddess of orchids, is probably the image of Krystal Luculus in my mind...

Good boy don't ask me who that is!I do not know anything...

Chapter 220 Five Picnics and Tents

"Hey." Camelia pressed a sharpened black iron nail into the ground with her fingers.

"Preya~" she called out her sister's name.

"Here we come~" Preya's voice came from about 5000 meters away, and with a "swipe", a white girl appeared out of thin air.

She held a light blue chain in her hand, which contained a powerful magic power of wind.