Episode-165

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In Chapter 162 of "My Anime Shopping Tree & My Cold Prodigy Wife!": Chapter : 329 Finally, a decision began to form. A decision born not just of logic,... Discover the next events!

Chapter : 329 Finally, a decision began to form. A decision born not just of logic, but of a quiet, nagging feeling that had been at the back of his mind since Galla Forest. A feeling that he was missing a piece of the puzzle. A feeling that his current arsenal, however powerful, was incomplete. He thought of Faria Kruts, of her desperate quest, of the complex alchemical properties of the Dark Vein flower. He thought of his own burgeoning interest in alchemy, of Grimaldi’s lab, of the fine art of distillation and infusion. He thought of the battlefield, not just of overwhelming force, but of strategy, of support, of the subtle arts that turned the tide of a war. He needed more than just a hammer. He needed a scalpel. He needed more than just a soldier. He needed... a scientist. A partner who could analyze, who could create, who could understand the very building blocks of this new world in a way he, with his Earth-based knowledge, could not. A slow smile spread across his face. The choice was made. It was a gamble, an unorthodox one. But it felt... right. He was about to access the System, to make his purchase, when there was a soft, polite knock on his study door. “My Lord?” a maid’s voice called out, hesitant, almost fearful of disturbing him at this late hour. “Apologies for the intrusion. But... a visitor has arrived at the main gate. She insists on seeing you. Urgently.” Lloyd frowned. A visitor? At this hour? “Who is it?” “She... she gave her name as Lady Faria Kruts, my lord,” the maid replied, her voice filled with awed disbelief. Lloyd’s expression shifted, a slow, knowing smile replacing the frown. "Ah," he murmured, a sense of perfect, almost cosmic, timing settling over him. "Finally. She has arrived." He turned to the maid, his voice calm and clear. "I have been expecting her. I sent her an invitation a few days ago. Show her to my study at the manufactory at once." His quiet, contemplative evening had just been, as was becoming increasingly common in his life, productively, strategically, interrupted. He stood up, a sense of grim purpose settling over him. It was time to call in a favor. And to recruit a new, very different, kind of ally. The manufactory study, usually a place of quiet industry, felt charged with a new, potent energy. The scent of rosemary and almond was overlaid with the fainter, more exotic perfume of Southern silks and the faint, lingering aroma of road dust. Lady Faria Kruts sat in the chair opposite Lloyd’s desk, her weariness from the journey evident but overshadowed by a fierce, focused intensity. She had come as he had requested, her arrival a testament to the weight of the life-debt she now owed him. “Lord Ferrum,” she began, her voice low but firm, having dispensed with the initial pleasantries. “Your message was... cryptic. It spoke of a ‘commission of unparalleled importance’ and a ‘debt of honor’. I am here. As I said I would be. Now, explain yourself. What is this urgent matter that required me to travel two days with all haste?” “Lady Faria,” Lloyd greeted her, gesturing for Jasmin to pour her a glass of chilled fruit nectar, which Faria accepted with a grateful nod. “Thank you for coming so promptly. And again, my condolences and best wishes for your brother’s swift recovery. I trust the Dark Vein flower is proving... effective?” A flicker of raw emotion, a mixture of hope and pain, crossed Faria’s face. “The alchemists are working,” she said, her voice tight. “They have begun the distillation process. It is as potent as the legends claimed. They are... optimistic. For the first time in years.” She looked at him, her gaze direct, unwavering, and filled with a gratitude so profound it was almost a physical force. “And that, Lord Ferrum, is a debt I can never truly repay. Which is why I am here. House Kruts honors its debts. Name your reward. Gold. Land. A favorable trade agreement. Within the bounds of our power, it is yours.” It was a tempting offer. More gold meant more System Coins, a faster path to power. But Lloyd, the eighty-year-old strategist, saw a different kind of opportunity. Gold was a finite resource. A favor from a powerful Southern Marquess, a debt of honor... that was an asset of incalculable, enduring value. This was his moment. Chapter : 330 He leaned forward, a slow, conspiratorial smile spreading across his face. “Lady Faria,” he began, his voice dropping, taking on the tone of a visionary proposing a radical new venture. “I have no need of your gold. Or your land. But you do possess something I require. A skill. A talent that is, in its own way, as rare and potent as the flower you sought.” Faria’s eyebrow arched in surprise. “My... talent, my lord? You speak of my painting?” “I speak of your art,” Lloyd corrected gently. “And I have a proposal for you. An unorthodox one, I grant you. A commission, of sorts. But not a standard portrait, not a landscape. I wish to create a new kind of art. A piece not for private appreciation, but for... public persuasion.” He saw the confusion in her amethyst eyes and pressed on, his own excitement for the audacious idea building. “I am launching a brand, Lady Faria. AURA. You have seen its first product.” He gestured vaguely, as if the dispenser were there. “But a product is just an object. A brand... a brand is a story. An idea. And I need a way to tell that story to everyone, instantly, without a single word. I need... an advertisement.” “Ad...vertisement?” Faria repeated the word, foreign and strange on her tongue. “A form of mass communication,” Lloyd explained, his mind drawing on a lifetime of being bombarded by commercials, billboards, print ads. “A piece of public art with a single, clear, persuasive purpose. To create desire. To tell a story so compelling that anyone who sees it immediately understands the value, the promise, of the product.” He began to paint a picture for her with his words, his voice filled with the passion of a creator. “I envision a painting, Lady Faria. A large canvas, to be displayed in the most prominent locations in the capital—the Merchant’s Guild hall, the entrance to the Royal Court, perhaps even commissioned as a mural on a public square. A painting that tells the story of AURA’s transformative power.” He leaned closer, his eyes gleaming. “Imagine it. A single canvas, divided. On one side, a woman. Her skin is dull, rough, chafed from the harsh lye soaps of our world. Her expression is one of weary resignation. The background is dim, grey, lifeless. It is a world of mundane, painful necessity.” “And on the other side,” he continued, his voice rising with enthusiasm, “the same woman. But transformed. She is using our AURA elixir. And her skin... it is luminous. Radiant. Smooth as polished silk. Her expression is one of serene, confident joy. The background is filled with light, with vibrant color, with life. It is a world of effortless, fragrant, luxurious refinement.” He looked at her, his vision sharp and clear. “It is a before-and-after, a visual testament. It requires no words. It requires no explanation. Any person, from a Duchess to a dust-man, who looks upon it will understand the message instantly. This product... it will transform you. It will elevate you. It will take you from the grey world of necessity to the vibrant world of luxury. It is not just a painting, Lady Faria. It is a promise. A silent, irresistible, incredibly persuasive advertisement.” Faria stared at him, her earlier weariness completely gone, replaced by a look of stunned, almost rapt, fascination. The artist in her, the woman who understood the power of color, of composition, of emotion conveyed through a brushstroke, was grappling with this radical, almost profane, new concept. Art, not for beauty’s sake, not for the glory of the ancestors or the capturing of a fleeting moment, but as a tool. A tool of commerce. A tool of mass communication. It was audacious. It was unorthodox. It was... brilliant. “You... you want me to paint an advertisement?” she breathed, the word still feeling strange. “I want you to help me create a new art form,” Lloyd corrected, his smile widening. “To be a pioneer. To use your immense talent not just to capture beauty, but to create desire on a massive scale. It is a challenge, I know. It is unconventional. It may even be seen as... crass... by the traditional art academies.” He paused, then played his final card, a challenge to her own fierce, competitive spirit. “But it is also... new. Groundbreaking. A way to touch the lives, the aspirations, of thousands of people in a way no portrait hanging in a dusty noble’s hall ever could. It is a chance to be a part of a revolution, Faria. A very clean, very fragrant, and very, very profitable revolution.”

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