It was clear to the keen-eyed observers that this fellow actually had no promissory note; he was merely a clown trying to extort money from an old friend but kicked the iron plate instead.

"This guy dared to demand payment from Baron in public..."

"Truly shortsighted..."

"This guy is likely a loan shark; he's really muddled this time, putting the IOU on the head of Mr. Cosia."

"The thing I hate most in this life is loan sharks!"

Listening to the low murmurs of disdain among the crowd, beads of sweat rolled down Horn's forehead, hoping that the public humiliation would quell Mr. Cosia's anger.

Ticky looked down at Horn, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, but remembering how this fellow once fawned over him and then revealed his true colors, a slight, mocking smile ultimately emerged on his lips.

This guy isn't worthy of sympathy—

The number of unfortunate souls destroyed by his loan sharking is unknown.

If it wasn't for being a noble, he probably wouldn't have had the chance to leave this city and might have lost his life in some unknown alley when handing over land.

Ticky said leisurely.

"My old friend, it seems your affection runs deep, to attract my attention using such... hmm, unexpected means. Everyone heard, this is just a misunderstanding, let's spare this prematurely muddled Mr. Horn... I think he might indeed have mixed up the IOUs."

The crowd burst into laughter, amused by the Baron's humor, feeling truly charmed by his gentlemanly and graceful demeanor.

This is a down-to-earth master!

The crowd sent whistles and applause, though not as sincere and strong as for Prince Colin, the momentum was not far behind.

Horn stood stiffly, like a weathered statue, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

Ticky did not continue to look at him and turned to bow to the onlookers, speaking gently, "Friends, thank you for patiently listening to my long story. Having been away from the nation for many years, not seeing folks from my hometown, I've unknowingly become a bit of a chatterbox. As an apology for taking up your time, I would like to... share this joy with everyone."

Having said this, he smiled and directed his gaze to Langton, the young man about to inherit the Baron title.

"Langton, this bag of gold coins, you will throw them into the air for me... consider it a treat from the Cosia family for everyone to have a cup of coffee."

Langton, flushed with excitement, ran forward to pick up the money bag, raised his trembling arm high, and shouted loudly.

"Baron Cosia treats everyone to coffee!"

In the next moment, dazzling gold coins scattered like golden raindrops, shimmering under the bright sunlight, instantly turning the square in front of the port into a sea of festivity.

Unexpectedly, watching the show even comes with money, people cheered, screamed, and scrambled madly for the falling gold coins, leaving the entire farce behind.

However, it won't be long before this revelry is over, they will remember Baron Cosia as a generous and kind gentleman.

Just as the people of Thunder City always remember Prince Colin's generosity.

Watching the fish drawn in by the bait, Ticky walked contentedly through the boiling crowd. Langton followed step by step behind him, face full of admiration, chattering on.

"Sir, you don't have a place to stay yet... how about coming to my mansion? I want to hear more about the New Continent! I mean, Gana Continent!"

Seeing the little fan who has completely turned in his mold, Ticky did not stop but simply smiled lightly and said.

"No need, my servant has reserved a room at the Imperial Royal Hotel, if you're interested in the continuation of the story, you can come to the hotel to find me at this time tomorrow."

As for Horn—

That guy still knelt there like a stray dog, as if his entire soul had been drained.

At this moment, Ticky felt unparalleled satisfaction, believing all the humiliation and suffering of the past ten years swept away with the flying gold coins, leaving only intoxicating contentment.

Although he can't quite say that his great vengeance has been fulfilled, it's indeed as Lord Demon King said—he is slowly reclaiming everything that was taken from him.

First, dignity and honor.

Then—

The land!

Looking beyond the chaotic crowd and the street turned upside down by gold coins, a cold smile appeared on his lips, and ambitious flames burned in his eyes.

Holy City—

I'm back!

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