Dragon King's Harem Chapter 340. Agreement

Dragon King's Harem Chapter 340. Agreement

He clicked his tongue in displeasure. “Tch!” The irritation on his face was evident, his reluctance to comply clear as day. But I had managed to corner him, exposing his wrongdoing for all to see.

“Just like I thought,” I scoffed, unable to resist a smug chuckle lacing my voice.

“I will investigate this matter as soon as possible and give you the report,” he conceded, begrudgingly indicating his agreement.

A shitty grin spread across my face. "Now we're talking. When's the deadline?” I pressed, eager for further clarification.

He paused for a moment before responding. “Three months after I arrive back in my capital,” he declared, his tone firm.

“That's too long,” I countered, a frown creasing my brow.

Viperax's expression hardened, his jaw clenching as he regarded me with thinly veiled annoyance. “I can't drop everything just for your demands,” he retorted, his tone bordering on hostile.

I narrowed my eyes, refusing to back down. “This is not just my demand, Viperax. It's a matter of justice,” I shot back, my voice firm.

"I don't have a portal skill like you nor can fly. It doesn't get any faster than that. Unless you expect me to catch random people,” Viperax grumbled, his irritation palpable. It was the first time he offered a logical explanation instead of a flimsy excuse.

I couldn't argue with that. His point made sense. "Fair enough. Three months. But I need your assurance that there won't be any new attacks during that time," I demanded, my voice firm and resolute.

“I can't guarantee that,” he shot back, his tone serious. “I can order my guards to be vigilant, but I can't guarantee the investigation will go smoothly. Many of those involved likely have powerful backers within the government or nobility. And there's no guarantee the culprits are even from my tribe,” he explained, his expression grave.

His words gave me pause. He had a point. Unraveling this mystery wouldn't be easy, especially if powerful figures were involved.

'Oh, he's talking seriously,' I thought to myself, taken aback by the unexpected turn in our conversation. What started as a battle of wits between kings now seemed like a genuine discussion.

I remained silent, pondering his words. Unlike the factory incident, where the evidence pointed directly at Viperax, this situation was more complex. The thieves and bandits could easily blend in with the populace, making it difficult to discern their true identities and motives. Drawing hasty conclusions could lead to disastrous consequences. Still, I couldn't simply ignore the problem.

"So what's your solution to this?" I inquired, curious to hear his thoughts.

Viperax hesitated for a moment, his gaze darting nervously around the room. It was clear he was carefully considering his words. “You have my permission to deal with the bandits and thieves as you see fit. They've caused me enough trouble,” he finally replied.

Viperax's suggestion, albeit reluctantly, signaled a rare moment of humility on his part. It wasn't often that kings were willing to relinquish control over matters concerning their own tribes.

"Great. We have a deal then," I remarked, genuinely pleased by the progress we had made. "I appreciate your straightforwardness. It makes things much easier," I added, acknowledging the importance of clear communication in diplomacy.

He responded with a disdainful snort, clearly still harboring some resentment towards me.

Before he could make his exit, I halted him with a raised hand. "Hold on a second. We still need to formalize our agreement," I reminded him.

He paused, a hint of annoyance evident in his expression. "Do we really need to go through all that paperwork?" he grumbled.

I chuckled at his reluctance. "Just a formality, Viperax. It won't take long," I assured him, flicking my fingers.

Eir approached the decorative tent without drawing attention to himself. He deftly reached behind the ornate fabric and retrieved the parchment from the recorder. The recorder, hidden from view behind the tent decoration, had set up a small table adorned with sheets of parchment and writing implements. Eir swiftly took hold of the parchment, careful not to disturb the other items on the table, and made his way back to me.

In this context, the role of a recorder, akin to that of a clerk, involved the meticulous documentation of agreements, discussions, and decisions made during meetings or negotiations. The recorder served as the custodian of official records, ensuring that all pertinent information was accurately recorded for future reference.

Similar to a scribe of old, the recorder diligently transcribed verbal exchanges into written form, capturing the essence of the conversation and preserving it for posterity. Their task went beyond mere transcription; they also organized and formatted the information in a clear and coherent manner, making it easily accessible to those who may need to reference it later.

In this specific scenario, where an agreement was being formulated based on discussions between parties, the recorder's role became paramount. They carefully drafted the terms of the agreement, incorporating the details and compromises reached during the negotiation process.

I took a moment to review its contents one more time. Leaning forward slightly, I scanned through the text, ensuring that every detail accurately reflected the terms we had discussed during our meeting with Viperax. My eyes flicked across the page, absorbing the clauses and conditions laid out in the document.

The agreement outlined the terms of cooperation between our kingdoms, covering everything from the investigation of the wyvern disturbances to the punishment of those involved in the theft of dragon eggs. It was crucial that each point was articulated clearly and precisely, leaving no room for ambiguity or misinterpretation.

Satisfied with the document's contents, I nodded to Eir, indicating that it was ready to be presented to Viperax. Eir reached out to take the parchment, but before he could complete the motion, one of Viperax's wives intercepted him.

With a swift and graceful movement, she plucked the parchment from Eir's hand. It was clear that she intended to deliver the document to Viperax herself.

I watched as she approached Viperax. Handing him the parchment, she whispered a few quiet words. Viperax accepted the document with a nod, his gaze flicking briefly to me before he turned his attention to its contents.