The people in the room came from powerful families or factions across Dominion. They wouldn't have a problem gathering millions of marks. If the price was beyond that, they could still sell off their assets in other cities to get more marks. This was no exaggeration, but the most sincere and truthful thought in their minds because Westhand was a coveted prize. Doing business here would unequivocally result in enormous profits. People in the world continually devised ways to launch wars. They knew that the post-war reconstruction always ensured that a specific group achieved sudden wealth. It was war profiteering in another form. Yet, the mysterious young man before them casually relinquished this extremely precious opportunity with such unfazed detachment. It was unbelievable. "Mr. Nighthale, your nobility puts us all to shame!" "You're like the radiant moon in the sky, shining so brightly that it banishes all our inner darkness.""You are perfection itself. Please accept my deepest respect!" "Oh, allow me to compose a poem in your honor." 'Ding! You've earned 20 favorability from Ollie.' 'Ding! You've earned 20 favorability from Francis.' Multiple similar notifications chimed in Aiden's mind. "That's settled, then. I'll only manage the properties under my name. As for everything else, you may divide it however you see fit. Just make sure you raise the funds," Aiden said calmly, unbothered by the group that was trembling with excitement. He knew perfectly well. People as cunning as these tycoons would never offer such heartfelt praises unless there were real profits involved, even if he had charisma. But… Who cared? On the surface, selling off such a massive amount of properties looked like he was at the losing end, but this was a windfall for Aiden. The profits Alan and the others envisioned would take years, sometimes decades, to realize. But with Aiden's Fortune Flux talent, he didn't even need to lift a finger. He just needed to wait patiently for two weeks or so, and his fortune would double. He didn't need to pursue doing business. Cash flow was king for Aiden. Technically speaking, this whole deal was a clear win-win, except that the returns Aiden stood to gain were exponentially beyond imagination. He was going to make a killing, and they would still have to thank him for the privilege. It was a strategy that offered maximum leverage and multiple returns; who wouldn't jump at that opportunity? All of you are thinking two steps ahead, but I… I'm playing four-dimensional chess! "Rest assured. We'll gather the funds as soon as possible." "You needn't wait long, Mr. Nighthale. I just hope to reserve a place for myself." The rest also chirped in, hoping to leave a good impression. As long as they could buy land, anything else was negotiable. "Alright. I'll take my leave first to gather the funds. Please continue without me." "Me too."After that, a few more people also bid goodbye. The meeting concluded with an unexpected degree of harmony. "Gentlemen, a moment." Just then, Sienna, who had been silent the entire time, finally spoke. "Your Grace, is there something else?" The crowd turned to look at her curiously. They weren't going to disrespect royalty. If they were going to do business in Westhand, they had to form a good relationship with Sienna. She said calmly, "It concerns the distribution of the land. There's something I need your support on." "Please, go ahead, Your Grace," Alan replied. "It's nothing huge." Sienna's tone remained serene. "I informed the royal family of Leafport's incident the moment it happened. I believe everyone has also witnessed Nighthale's bravery. He displayed exceptional courage and slayed two Lord-level eerie bosses alongside Mr. Jones during the intrusion. He preserved Leafport's final hope. "After that, he even sacrificed his personal interests and sold off his properties. Such courage and integrity moved me deeply. I believe a young man with such virtue and valor deserves better treatment and status. Therefore, I've decided to petition the royal family to grant him the title of duke. "That is all. All in favor? Any objection?" Silence fell upon the hall again. Besides Aiden, everyone else, including Alan, was dumbfounded. Did they hear that correctly? The title… of duke? In Dominion, where bloodline and status meant everything, a duke title represented far more than prestige. The most critical being the legal right to own one's own territory. Beyond that, the honor alone made even these wealthy tycoons drool. Despite all their power and wealth, none of them possessed the duke title.