The Black Market Chapter 78 - Deal With Clement Marchand

The auction was over and everyone left with satisfied expressions. The guests saw many ancient relics and treasures being auctioned, and although not all of them were able to get an item, but at least they were able to spectate the emergence of the second largest diamond discovered so far. The news about the Praeclarum Adamantino will surely create a buzz on the whole world. And news of the Tyrannical Tower acquiring it will more than likely place them on everyone's eyes. 

Cale met Delfino and old man Sekoujo along the way...

"Little brother Cale, you truly surprised this old man that I almost had a heart attack. I didn't know that the Tyrannical Tower was also rich in resources aside from being strong." Old man Sekoujo smiled benignly as he glanced at Cale with admiration.

"Yeah, what would you even do with those treasures. And hmm.. Where are they? I wanted to have a look." Delfino inspected Cale from head to foot.

Cale merely smiled at Delfino's inquiry and told the both of them. "Mr. Delfino, Mr. Sekoujo, Wolf King told me that he will give the both of you a call to discuss on something important. I can't give you details right now, but you guys will eventually know about it."

Old man Sekoujo was silent for a moment before he nodded his head. "Okay little brother Cale. I will wait for Wolf King's call."

Cale smiled at the old man and glanced at Delfino. The latter swallowed a mouthful of saliva after seeing the towering Brogen and Atlas behind Cale. He then forced out a smile while nodding his head. "Of course I will be there when Wolf King needs me!" 

"Great! I shall not waste both of your time. I'll take my leave now. Good bye to you gentlemen." Cale waved his right hand and left afterwards.

A chubby middle aged man and a benign old man stared the receding back of the young man with complicated expressions. The both of them then released heavy sighs.

"My lord, I sense a few S-Class level fighters tailing us. Your orders?" Brogen whispered towards Cale silently. He had also broken through the early stage of Emperor-Class level not too long ago. 

Cale had long sensed the people following them and just walked towards the the office of the auction house. 

They still had to sign a contract with the Marchand Family for their payment and the amount that Cale used was more than half a billion dollars. Although the Marchand Family was rich, they would never give something for free. 

"Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!"

"Come inside." A calm voice answered inside the room.

"Atlas, Brogen, stay here for now and don't let anyone inside." Cale patted their shoulders before going inside with Nocturna.

After stepping inside the room, they saw a clean and modern themed office. An old man in his seventies sat calmly on a sofa while waiting for Cale and Nocturna. When they were near him, he gestured for the both of them to sit down on the sofa opposite him.

"Hello Sir Clement Marchand, patriarch of the Marchand Family, who has a total networth of sixty billion dollars. It's truly a pleasure to meet one of the best merchants in the world. My name is Cale, First General of Tyrannical Tower and this is my wife Nocturna." Cale spoke calmly and then smiled mischievously at Clement Marchand.

Clement Marchand was a bit surprised at Cale's words. Only a few people knew his identity, and none knew the total networth of his Marchand Family aside from him, the patriarch and a few of his family members. And although Cale merely provided a rounded amount, it was still fairly close to their total net worth. 

"The Tyrannical Tower is truly as mysterious as the rumors. Even this old man can't hide anything from you." Clement Marchand calmly stated while smiling lightly at Cale.

He was surprised at the old man's calmness, even Delfino was not as calm after learning that someone knew his secrets. But the old man in front of him remained calm as if he was unruffled by Cale's words. 

"Mr. Marchand, I am impressed with your tranquility. You are truly a descendant of a noble and one of the richest men in the world. My purpose in going here is to discuss the payment I will provide your Marchand Family with." Cale smiled mysteriously at the old man.

"Go on, I am listening." The old man replied calmly, but his heart was beating with exectations.

"I know that your Marchand Family has a private army of thousands of elites. You even have a few King-Class level fighters within your ranks." Cale glanced at the curtain behind Clement with a playful smile.

Clement's heartbeat quickened, but he still put on a composed expression. "Oh, and what do you propose young man?"

Cale smiled and gestured Nocturna with his head. The latter then took out an iPad and handed it to Clement. 

Clement glanced at the photos shown on the iPad. There were about ten photos saved in the gallery. Each photo made Clement's calm expression to change from time to time. He then sighed and handed back the IPad to Nocturna.

"This is indeed enough to pay everything you have bade from the auction earlier. But where did you get these weapons?" Clement's aged face was full of curiosity as he asked Cale. The latter smiled in response and shook his head. 

"Oh well, it's a pleasure doing business with you young man." Clement had a look of defeat, but a smile hung on his aged face afterwards.

"The pleasure is mine Mr. Marchand. I guess it's time for us to go. Don't worry about the weapons, they will be delivered by my men within one week." Cale shook Clement's hands lightly while smiling at the old man.

He then turned to leave and when they were about to step out of the room, he said. "Good bye Mr. Marchand and good bye Lhun Marchand." He then left the room, but his light laughter still reverberated inside the room for a brief second.

Clement Marchand glanced at the closed door with a shocked expression. The curtain behind him then ruffled and Lhun Marchand's silhouette appeared with a similarly dumbfounded expression. "Interesting! But your strength will be mine soon. And that woman...." Lhun Marchand laughed manically while Clement Marchand remained thoughtful.

Chapter end