The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1109 - 335: The Chance to Strike It Rich Has Arrived!

The visitor was none other than his precious daughter, Kawenna.

Honestly, she looks much more likable with a cold face than with the sweet smile she wears now.

Because based on Ralph's experience, whenever she shows this expression, it's inevitably about talking money with him.

"Daddy," Kawenna said coyly, her voice brimming with barely contained excitement, "my friend from the Imperial Royal Art Academy told me Prince Colin is going to give a lecture at their school. They say it's the most cutting-edge school of art... You know how much I am interested in painting, can I go and have a look?"

As she spoke, she clasped her hands to her chest, wearing a look of infatuation, an expression that seemed less like admiration for art and more like having her mind filled with thoughts of the Prince from the Vast Ocean.

Ralph couldn't help but groan inwardly, what on earth has happened to this world?

A prince separated from the Imperial for five hundred years, now coming to the Imperial Royal Art Academy to lecture on cutting-edge art...

Saint Sis above, has everyone in this city gone mad?

Ralph felt too sober in comparison.

Although he has long thought that the world is full of fools, never before has he felt so overwhelmed by their numbers, including his daughter.

Logically, this shouldn't be the case.

A soul experiencing humanity for the first time should not be reincarnated into a noble family, even if his title were watered down, even if his land as a Baron was less than a third compared to Barons in remote areas.

Ralph glared at her, his head aching, and decided not to say more, directly pulling open the drawer to take out a pouch of silver coins, tossing it on the table impatiently.

"That's all there is, you take it, if it's not enough, go ask your mother, I've got no more here, stop thinking about it!"

If this bit of money could get this little darling onto Prince Colin's bedside, it would be considered a successful investment, even if it resulted in a love child, he would have the means to make Baron Cosia call him father.

Unfortunately, looking at the face on the newspaper and then at his daughter, he really didn't dare hold even a one in ten thousand expectation, feeling that even that would be an insult to His Highness.

To be fair, his daughter wasn't ugly, but that was the Imperial Royal Art Academy, a place where Holy Light Nobles scouted for brides, and her friend studying dance might not even stand a chance.

Kawenna gleefully grabbed the money pouch, sweetly exclaiming, "Daddy, you're the best!" before turning and running out lightly, her posture identical to his son's.

It seemed there was no reliable person in this family... except for himself, the one who bore all the burdens.

Ralph shook his head, sighing at the misfortune of the family, drawing a cross on his chest in prayer, but before he could finish the gesture, the study door opened again, and his wife Yura walked in.

At the moment, her delicate face was filled with excitement, much like a flower blooming on dead wood.

Seeing her excitement, Ralph felt no joy but instead spoke nervously.

"You're not here to ask for money too, are you?"

Yura paused, then chuckled helplessly: "Ask for money? Darling, who said anything about asking for money? Wait, don't worry about that for now, just look at this!"

Saying this, she swiftly moved to the desk, spreading the newspaper she held open in front of her husband, eagerly pointing to a striking piece of news.

"Sir Edmund Dantes met with the Mayor of White Dew District yesterday to discuss establishing a sugar refinery and a large distillery, with the investment amounting to as much as 1 million Gold Coins, involving the entire district's redevelopment and infrastructure construction! Read this line!"

The moment Ralph saw the newspaper, he was momentarily stunned, his eyes immediately lighting up, breath quickening.

Dantes?

Of course, he knew that surname!

That Sir Dantes was a distant relative of Prince Colin, who has recently become extremely popular in the Holy City!

Not long ago, he had sent someone to visit, trying to build a connection with Dantes, but coincidentally Dantes was out, and gathered at the door was a crowd of people with similar intentions, making his servant return empty-handed.

But that no longer mattered.

1 million Gold Coins!

This amount far exceeds the entire annual tax revenue of the White Dew District!

Such a large-scale investment coming into White Dew District, land prices are sure to soar!

Even if the distillery wasn't built here, they could still make a fortune by doing nothing!

Of course—

If they could draw this investment over to their side, even better, as their lands contained the cheapest laborers in the Holy City!

"Darling, we're going to be rich!" Yura excitedly clutched her husband's arm, her eyes filled with exhilaration.

Ralph was now fully awake too, trembling as he picked up the newspaper, reading it over and over, and gradually a greedy yet excited gleam surfaced in his cautious pupils.

Pressing her right hand to her chest, Yura continued babbling on: "I was wondering yesterday, the day before yesterday no one was interested in our estate, and then suddenly a flood of tenants were seeking rent. Luckily, I had my wits about me and told them to wait a couple of days, and then today we saw this newspaper... Otherwise, we would have lost out big!"

Ralph suddenly stood up, decisively slamming the table with his hand.

"Notify the steward immediately to contact the newspaper and retract the rental ad! Now is not the time to lease out the land, we need to find ways to acquire more land!"

He paced back and forth in the room, his chest heaving with excitement, as if seeing a massive gold mine right in front of him.

Whether his family could completely turn things around depended on this opportunity!

Suddenly, he thought of someone.

That gentleman was the branch manager of the Imperial Royal Bank in White Dew District. A few days ago at a banquet, they exchanged business cards, and he had pounded his chest, telling Ralph to contact him if there was any capital need.

At this thought, Ralph's mouth couldn't help but curve upwards, much like a hyena catching the scent of blood.

The opportunity for riches had arrived!