Chapter 147 Business partner

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As Nora led Jolthar and Nytheria into the bustling bakery, the aroma of freshly baked bread, spiced pastries, and sweet confections filled the air. The shop was larger than Jolthar expected, with an impressive array of goods displayed on polished wooden counters. Glass cases held colourful tarts, intricately designed cakes, and flaky pies, each more tempting than the last. The warmth of the hearth combined with the chatter of customers created a welcoming atmosphere. Jolthar's sharp eyes quickly scanned the room. What caught his attention wasn't just the variety of baked goods but the diverse crowd inside. Among the patrons were a few half-elves, a rarity in human-dominated territories, as well as travellers of other races. It was an unusual sight, especially in this region, where humans tended to dominate the population. He noted the relaxed interaction between the customers, a testament to how the town had become a hub of trade and diversity. His gaze shifted to the back of the shop, where he noticed Reyna, Mira's mother, working diligently. She was arranging trays of golden-brown pastries with practiced efficiency, her expression calm and content. The transformation was striking—Jolthar recalled her desperation in the mines, her gaunt face shadowed with worry. Now, she looked healthy, her movements purposeful. Nora's voice broke through his thoughts as she guided them to a staircase leading to the upper floor. "Come on," she said, glancing over her shoulder. Jolthar followed, his boots thudding softly against the polished wooden stairs, Nytheria moving gracefully behind him, her every step measured and poised. The upper floor was a stark contrast to the bustling scene below. It was a quiet, elegant dining area, clearly designed for more private meetings or gatherings. Only four tables were arranged neatly, with each spaced apart for privacy. The glass windows offered a panoramic view of the town square, bustling with activity. From here, Jolthar could see wagons entering and leaving the town, vendors setting up their stalls, and townsfolk going about their daily routines. The changes were unmistakable—the town had grown significantly since his last visit. As they settled into their seats, Jolthar couldn't help but glance at Nora. It was clear she had been instrumental in the town's development. The efficient layout, the flourishing commerce, and even the sense of security that permeated the air—it all bore her mark. She was proving to be a valuable person who he needs to quickly ally with, and he silently acknowledged her capabilities. Jolthar took a seat across from Nora, the sturdy chair creaking slightly under his weight. Mira clung to his side, her small hands gripping his arm as if afraid he might vanish. He patted her head gently, a rare softness in his demeanour, before turning to her mother. "She'll be fine with me," he assured Reyna, who hesitated at the doorway. Reluctantly, Reyna nodded and returned downstairs to her work. Nora's expression softened slightly, a small, satisfied smile forming on her lips. "Well, it's nothing too grand—yet," she said, gesturing to the view outside the window. "But I've only just begun. All this time, my father was the biggest obstacle. His greed and shortsightedness kept me from implementing any of my ideas. Thanks to you, I don't need to worry about him anymore." Her tone carried a mix of gratitude and a hint of cold satisfaction. The implication was clear: the void left by her father's removal had given her the freedom to act as she saw fit, and she had wasted no time taking advantage of it. Jolthar nodded, acknowledging her words. "Glad to be of help," he said simply, his expression unreadable. His voice carried a trace of dry humour, but the weight behind his words hinted at the complexity of his own role in the matter. Nora's gaze flicked to Nytheria, who was busy devouring her cake with an almost childlike enthusiasm. Nytheria wiped a few crumbs from her lips before calling over Reyna, asking for more slices with a surprising lack of hesitation. Jolthar shot her a frown, but she ignored him, clearly enjoying herself. Turning her attention back to Jolthar, Nora tilted her head. "So, why have you come here? And who is this... lady with you?" Jolthar hesitated for a moment, then sighed, glancing at Nytheria, who was now gesturing for Reyna to hurry with the next round of cake. "She's... a friend of mine," he said, his tone betraying a slight annoyance at Nytheria's lack of decorum. "And the reason I came here is simple: I want to be your business partner." Nora raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. "Business partner?" she repeated, leaning back in her chair. Her arms crossed over her chest, and her calculating expression returned. "That's an interesting proposition. What kind of partnership are we talking about?" Jolthar set down his fork and leaned forward, his gaze steady. "I plan to establish myself, build my own territory, and grow my influence. But I don't intend to do it alone. Your ideas, your reach, and your ability to bring people together—that's what I need. Together, we can accomplish far more than we could alone." Nora studied him for a long moment, her eyes searching his face. "Ambitious, as always," she said finally, her tone neutral but with a hint of approval. "And what do you bring to the table in return?" Jolthar's lips curved into a faint smile. "Power. Protection. Resources. I can ensure the safety and stability of anything we build, and I have the means to secure what we need. You've already seen what I'm capable of." Before Nora could respond, Nytheria chimed in, her voice muffled slightly as she chewed. "Why do you need all that? It is so bothersome and makes your life a living chaos." Jolthar shot her a look, but Nytheria merely shrugged, unbothered. Nora tapped her fingers on the table, her mind clearly racing. "And this was the reason you came here?" Jolthar nodded.

Chapter 147 Business partner

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