379 Helen·Faust - Five - II

The knocking made the wealthy Mr. Reginald slightly raise his eyebrows, "Come in."

The guard at the door opened it, "Sir, there are two... farmers. They say they want to discuss business with you."

"... Farmers?" 

Reginald was momentarily taken aback, then smiled with interest, "Interesting, let them in."

The guard nodded, then turned to shout outside, "The master invites you in!"

Two men in coarse hemp clothes walked in from outside. The tall, handsome young man looked nervous, while the unremarkable, stocky man appeared quite composed.

"You..." Reginald, with his leg crossed, showed no disdain, merely asking lazily, "wish to conduct business with me? Hmm?"

"We've heard," Laurel stared at the man behind the desk, puffing smoke, "Mr. Hegel, you are the wealthiest in Pelican City."

Reginald Hegel laughed heartily, "So what if I am? Do I look like some philanthropist to you?"