The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1108 - 335: The Chance to Strike It Rich Has Arrived!

It's a pity that the gap between their statuses is too vast. The exalted Prince wouldn't pay attention to such an insignificant person as him.

However, what worried Ralph was the other figure standing behind Prince Colin—

That person's name was Ticky Cosia, and he would recognize that face even if it turned to ashes.

The newspapers also carried news about that guy, along with the title of the Baron of Withered Wood Port—

[Baron of Withered Wood Port, Ticky Cosia, returns in glory. With him comes the wealth myth of the Gana Continent!]

Seeing this line, Ralph involuntarily tightened his grip on the newspaper, his gaze showing intense reluctance and anxiety.

The Empire has an old saying: The Demon God is not what to fear, but his ubiquitous minions.

If Prince Colin is likened to a Demon God, then Baron Cosia is undoubtedly one of the former's minions.

For a whole decade without news, Ralph thought that the unfortunate fellow had long been buried in the distant Vast Ocean. But unexpectedly, he had survived and stayed by Prince Colin's side, now returning to the Holy City laden with wealth and glory!

Ticky Cosia… Baron of Withered Wood Port!

This name seemed to carry endless derision, echoing repeatedly in his mind.

He could even imagine that guy at this moment proudly standing at the harbor, enjoying the adoring looks from the citizens and the flattering praise from those lowly journalists.

And as for himself?

Merely a small baron from the countryside, filled with ambition yet lacking the opportunity to realize it.

Thinking of this, Ralph clenched his teeth, his eyes burning with jealousy and resentment, but behind them was more fear and unease.

He had, after all, snatched the title from the Cosia family and even melded it into his own family crest.

For a noble, there is no greater humiliation than this, as it is equivalent to erasing their existence.

As Ralph felt his headache due to these endless troubles, the study door suddenly slammed open.

Startled by the noise, Ralph thought it was Ticky coming for him, but it was his son who entered, and he let out a sigh of relief while scolding.

"You brat, again without knocking! I've told you so many times, you must knock before entering my study!"

"Father, Father! Forget the door for now!" Frey's eyes sparkled with excitement as he waved the newspaper, chattering nonstop, "The Royal Arena is hosting a knight tournament, it's Marshal Laco's coming-of-age ceremony for his son! Do you know what that means?"

It means Marshal Laco's son is becoming an adult?

Apart from this, Ralph couldn't think of any other significance, nor did he consider it relevant to himself.

But Frey clearly thought otherwise; this idle youngster loved lively events.

He wore a flattering smile, chuckling, "Dad, you know I've always wanted a knight. This grand event will gather knights from all over the Empire! Can you sponsor me some money to go and observe?"

Ralph gave his son an annoyed glance, feeling another wave of anger, and pointed impatiently at the money box on the floor, "Take it yourself."

Frey quickly ran over with delight, but as soon as the money box was opened, a look of disappointment appeared on his face.

"Why are they all copper coins…"

Silver coins match a noble's status, this kind of money you'd be embarrassed to show.

Hearing this, Ralph grew even more furious, immediately raising his head and scolding, "If only you'd achieve something, our family wouldn't be left with just these scraps!"

He grew more agitated as he spoke, and couldn't help but slam the table and yell.

"You should have some sense and think, how much money did I spend on you? Sending you to the city for school, taking you to the high society banquets, and yet you constantly hang out with a bunch of idlers!"

Frey straightened up in defiance, shooting back, "Father, I'm only sixteen! Isn't it your responsibility to support this family? Besides, if you want me to stand tall so much, why not let me try running this house?"

Ralph bristled and laughed sarcastically, "Give it to you? Ha, given your conduct, even that unfortunate Cosia looks more reliable than you!"

These words slipped out, and Ralph paused, realizing that Cosia had surpassed being a mere unfortunate and was no longer comparable.

Annoyed, Ralph rubbed his temples and decisively pulled a bag of silver coins from the drawer, tossing it to Frey while shooing him off like a fly.

"Just get out of here, don't let me see you!"

After all, he was his son, and the Devor family's honor ultimately lay with this brat.

If he could meet a few truly worthy friends at the knight tournament hosted by the Marshal, it would be better than mingling with Johnny, his sycophantic pets.

Frey caught the money bag, gleefully thanking him with a "Thanks, Dad!" as he dashed out.

Before Ralph could relax, light footsteps sounded outside, a playful face peeked in first, followed by the swaying skirt fluttering into the room.