340 Vote (1/2)
Soon, Logan's group came to a decision.
Unexpectedly, the first one to express an opinion was Logan himself. That old man with meticulously groomed white hair helped himself off his chair and slowly stood up. ”Patriarch Ofran, I have to cautiously remind you, 30,000,000 golds isn't a small amount. The Merlin Family doesn't have such stable resources that they can support a Planar Legion setting root in the Raging Flame Plane. I believe that we should write a letter to Thorne and tell him that his mission is to gain wealth for the Family instead of using the Family's wealth in war.”
”Elder Logan…” Aube stood up with dissatisfaction on his face just as Logan finished talking. ”My father has been doing expeditions in the Raging Flame Plane for many years. He's never made any decisions going against the interests of the Family, has he? If it weren't for the Raging Flame Beastmen launching a fierce offensive and causing dire losses to the Planar Legion, would my father request reinforcements?”
”Haha, Aube, you are worried about your father's safety, I can understand this. But you should understand that the Merlin Family doesn't just serve the interests of one individual. Everyone knows how much your father brought to the Family in the Raging Flame Plane. But we are talking about 30,000,000 golds. If only the Merlin Family were specializing in making money… Let me tell you, the Merlin Family's finances are very tight, we simply can't take out 30,000,000 golds. If you have the ability, you should scrape together that amount yourself. I would help you convince the Elder Council to use it as your investment, and make it so that you would get all the earnings if the Merlin Family earns anything from the Raging Flame Plane!”
”You!” Aube turned red from anger, but he didn't say anything else.
He couldn't say anything else, as this was Aube's weak spot.
He was an alchemist.
Everyone knew that an astronomical amount of resources was needed to nurture an alchemist, especially one like Aube. He had been supported by the Family as he became a Master Alchemist and his consumption could only be described as frightening. It could be said that the profits his father, Thorne, had gained from the Raging Flame Plane had all been invested in Aube. Now, let alone 30 million, the father and son duo couldn't even take out a tenth of that...
This was also the true reason Aube wanted to invest in the Gilded Rose.
Aube needed such a gold-making machine.
Unfortunately, that Mafa Merlin wasn't agreeable.
”In short, the Merlin Family's finances can't allow us to reinforce the Raging Flame Plane. Thus, I personally recommend that we limit the amount used for reinforcing to 5,000,000 golds. Anything more can only wait for the Merlin Family's financial situation to improve…”
”Seconded!”
”Agreed!”
...
Seven Elders quickly showed support for Logan's motion. They were all around Logan, clearly part of his faction.
”Elders, I believe that you all understand the situation in the Raging Flame Plane more than I do. I only want to say that all the forces of Okland are vying over the Raging Flame Plane, and it could be said that whichever one ends up controlling the Raging Flame Planes will become the number 1 force of Okland. My father is currently leading the Planar Legion to struggle in the Raging Flame Plane, arduously resisting the fierce attacks of the Raging Flame Beastmen. He only needs some support from the family, just 30,000,000 golds. The Family has some savings, don't tell me that they can't even take out this amount? This sum would guarantee that the Merlin Family doesn't end up being kicked out of the Raging Flame Plane and keep the chance to become the number 1 force in Okland. Elders, are those 30,000,000 golds not worth spending?”
Aube's words clearly got reactions from some Elders...
Thus, the Elder Council became noisy.
Besides Leon's side and Ross abstaining from voting, the remaining 14 Elders were divided into two factions, arguing endlessly on whether they should spend 30,000,000 golds or not.
This was an eye opener for Lin Yun...
The dignified Elder Council had turned into a food market. Those well-groomed Elders became haggling aunties and peddlers, spluttering and pulling on each other's sleeves because of those 30,000,000 golds.
An hour later...
The argument had yet to be resolved.
In the end, neither side could convince the other.
”Okay, this subject will be put aside temporarily…” After an hour, Ofran, who had been massaging his temples, couldn't help intervening as both sides were taking an instant to regain their breaths.
No one objected to this decision.
They all knew that nothing would come of continuing with this argument. After all, none of them had anything to pressure the other side with, unless they could get Ofran to step in and use his authority as the Patriarch to make the final decision.
But...