Although the other world also had trade organizations like the three great Goblin merchant alliances, business practices were still relatively backward due to the limitations of the world's economy and productivity.
On top of that, Ron possessed the seasonal fruits of the Spice Pine Seed as seasonings.
Holding two trump cards and four twos in hand—how could he possibly lose?
After Ron's explanation reassured them, Mia and Eileen finally felt relieved and left the convent.
Then Ron went to find Sylvie.
"Prince Ron." Sylvie gave him a respectful bow before speaking helplessly. "From today onward, when you move around the Royal Capital, I'll accompany you."
Previously, because Ron was in the Royal Capital, countless factions had placed spies around him. Ironically, that actually guaranteed his safety.
Under normal circumstances, no one would be foolish enough to openly assassinate a prince in the Royal Capital.
So Sylvie had only arranged for people to protect him secretly while she herself handled other matters rather than following him constantly.
But last night, Ron had suddenly disappeared.
After entering the Monlis Street shop in the evening, he never came out again.
And none of the nearby spies had noticed any sign that Ron had stayed inside the shop.
This shocked many people.
Some—including Sylvie—were even briefly alarmed, fearing that Ron might have been secretly killed by some mysterious method.
Then, early this morning, the Great Cathedral of the Goddess of Harvest in the City of Chaos sent a letter through the spatial teleportation array.
The letter stated that Ron had appeared in the City of Chaos and had even accompanied one of his employees to the eastern cemetery to visit the grave of an unknown elderly woman.
Although Sylvie was still puzzled about how Ron had returned to the City of Chaos and then come back to the Royal Capital again, confirming his safety was enough for her to decide that she should personally follow him from now on.
"Alright, come with me," Ron said.
He had no intention of refusing.
After confirming that the breeding space inside the dimensional plane wouldn't be exposed, Ron had already planned to grant secondary spatial transmission permissions to a few trusted people.
He led Sylvie all the way to the shop on Monlis Street and, with some reluctance, spent 50,000 wealth points to exchange the permission for her.
Sylvie stared in surprise at the silver-white mark that appeared on the back of her hand. She could clearly feel the spatial imprint within it.
"Prince Ron… this is…"
Ron smiled meaningfully.
"A blessing from the goddess."
Sylvie's expression tightened slightly. She nodded and didn't ask further questions.
Following the guidance of the silver mark, she stepped forward and pushed open the storage room door.
Her mind blurred for a moment as she crossed the threshold.
When she regained her senses, she was already standing on the first floor of the flower shop in the City of Chaos.
"Sister Sylvie?"
Behind the counter, Nora suddenly fumbled with something in the drawer. After hurriedly putting something away with a clatter, she stood up and greeted Sylvie.
At that moment, Ron also stepped out through the storage room door.
"Nora, long time no see," Sylvie said with a polite nod before looking at Ron with some amazement. "This is truly… miraculous…"
"There's no need to hide the existence of the spatial passage," Ron said, giving instructions. "It can't really be hidden anyway. But the specific operation details must not be revealed to others. Understood?"
"Of course. I'll be careful," Sylvie replied.
After that, she simply followed behind Ron—neither interrupting nor leaving.
Even though she already knew the truth and had confirmed Ron's safety, she didn't want a repeat of yesterday's situation. So she decided it was best to keep a close eye on him.
This made Ron feel a little embarrassed about doing anything too intimate with Nora.
So he simply asked directly, "Have you finished the recruitment notices?"
"Yes!"
Nora opened the drawer and took out the two notices placed on top.
Only then did she realize that beneath them was the book she had hurriedly hidden earlier in her panic—
"Diary of a Viscount's Wife Rising to Power."
She quickly shut the drawer again, her face turning red as she wondered whether the Boss had noticed.
Ron suppressed a smile but pretended not to notice. He simply took the two papers and glanced through them.
"Boss, the salary section hasn't been decided yet," Nora said softly. "You should fill that in. I don't know what amount would be appropriate."
"Oh, that."
Ron picked up a pen and wrote 20 silver coins per week in the salary column.
Nora stared at the number with wide eyes.
"But… I only earn 10 silver coins…"
Ron couldn't help laughing when he heard that.
"You won't have a fixed salary anymore. I'm not even giving you those 10 silver coins."
Nora's mouth opened slightly as if she had just suffered a devastating blow.
Ron reached out and pinched her cheek.
"Why are you so silly?"
"You'll be the one paying the employees in the future. The loose coins collected by the shop will all be under your control. Why would I still need to give you a separate salary?"
"Mm… I understand…" Nora murmured.
Standing nearby, Sylvie watched their interaction and couldn't help feeling that their relationship had long since gone beyond that of a shop owner and employee.
Back when they were still in the City of Chaos, Sylvie occasionally saw Ron pinch Nora's nose or flick her forehead, but the atmosphere between them had still been relatively restrained.
When they left the City of Chaos, Sylvie had boarded the carriage first and never saw the farewell hug the two shared.
And during the time Ron stayed in the Royal Capital, he spoke with Nora through the doll every day, their relationship gradually growing closer.
Then this morning, when they reunited and even held hands while visiting the cemetery in the east—
Their relationship had already become quite obvious.
So their current interaction was completely natural.
Or rather, because Sylvie was standing there, Ron was already being fairly restrained.
But from Sylvie's perspective, the whole thing felt almost surreal.
It was as if she had missed some crucial part of the story.
Had she been somehow commanded to death by a mysterious force or something?
How did these two suddenly get together?
Looking at Nora's shy expression, Sylvie didn't quite know what to say.
From her perspective, the most suitable wife candidate for Prince Ron was actually Miss Eileen, who stayed beside Princess Mia.
Eileen was Mia's etiquette tutor and also the granddaughter of Duke Christine.
That background truly matched Prince Ron's status.
Still, Sylvie understood Ron's personality, so she wouldn't say anything.
She only wondered—
How long could a relationship like this last?
In noble circles, it was extremely common for men like Prince Soven to grow tired of someone and simply toss them aside.
After living in the City of Chaos for so long, Sylvie had grown quite fond of Nora.
She could only hope that Prince Ron wouldn't be influenced by Prince Soven.