Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong

The lights flickered on.

Cyan Town, First Commercial Street, inside Sanders’ Trading Conference, the president’s room.

Knock, knock, knock.

Hearing the knock at the door, a slender figure stood up from an antique office desk inlaid with Light Crystal Stones and walked straight up to open the door.

“Oh, it’s Uncle Mason Banks.”

A crisp and sharp female voice sounded as the slender figure slightly turned her body to the side to let the guest in.

Opposite her was an old man with a rosy complexion.

The old man had a monocle over his left eye, and his slightly tight brocade robe accentuated his muscular figure.

On the other side, the slender figure gradually came into focus.

She had a delicate face, a high nose bridge, bright and clear eyes, and a head full of thick, soft black hair tied behind her head, giving her a very neat appearance.

Due to the counterglow, her cheeks appeared somewhat angular, exuding a masculine sense of fortitude.

However, the strands of hair hanging down by her temples added a touch of girlish charm to her, both complementing each other, creating a unique androgynous beauty.

“President, you’re back.”

Mason Banks first bowed respectfully to the young woman called the president, and then smiled slightly.

“Uncle Mason, I’ve said it countless times, just call me Linda when we are in private.”

Frowning slightly, Linda gestured for Mason to sit down and continued, “If it weren’t for your help back then, I, who had come to Cyan Town all alone, would have been expelled from the family long ago.”

“President, you’re too kind. I was merely a wheel of the carriage. The prosperity of this branch in Cyan Town is mainly due to your leadership.”

Mason Banks first poured a cup of tea for Linda, then began to drink his own tea while speaking: “I guess those direct line peers must have given you a hard time at the family meeting this time, right?”

Linda gave a slight nod, unable to hide a hint of indignation on her pretty face.

However, it soon transformed into a sense of helplessness and self-mockery: “Those scumbags from the direct line, either born to dukes or marquises, have extremely abundant resources and strong backgrounds in their families, whether in terms of wealth or the number of powerful retainers.”

With a soft sigh, Linda continued: “As for me, born into a declining knight family with impure blood, it’s only natural for them to look down on me.”

“President, please don’t belittle yourself.”

Setting down his teacup, Mason Banks shook his head helplessly and sighed, “With your Talent for cultivation, if you had the same resources and conditions as them, your strength would have probably been at least at the Tier 3 Peak Level, or even broken through the shackles and entered Tier 4 by now.”

“Moreover, your management and operational abilities are top-notch. How else could you make this branch, with only half the funding of most other towns, so well-organized and even more profitable than most of them?”

“Uncle Mason, all that is in the past now.”

Shaking her head with a wry smile, a glimmer of crystal flashed in Linda’s eyes, which was immediately replaced by determination.

Children without umbrellas must run hard.

“What, did those guys pull strings again and find various ways to reduce our funding?”

Mason Banks froze for a moment before showing a slightly agitated expression.

“The funding was cut by half again, but the profits cannot be lower than before. If I don’t achieve it within a month, I will be expelled from the family and stripped of my noble title.”

As she spoke, Linda clenched her fists, her whole body trembling slightly.

Under the light of the Light Crystal Stones, her tightly clenched fist seemed unnaturally pale due to not having been released for a long time. “Those bastards are pushing us too far, driving us into a corner!”

Mason Banks’ forehead throbbed with veins, exposing his anger. As the second-in-command of this branch and the chief appraiser, he knew all too well that this was an absolutely impossible goal to achieve.

After a brief silence, Mason Banks seemed to think of something and his face lit up: “President, perhaps there is someone who can help us!”

“Uncle Mason, you’re not talking about the City Lord, are you? That man is cruel, temperamental, and ruthless for wealth, willing to kill innocents at will.”

Determination crossed Linda’s pretty face, and she declared adamantly, “As a

Knight, even if I die, I will never beg him for help!”

‘ President, you misunderstood! It’s not that disgusting fellow, it’s another mysterious person!”

Excited, Mason Banks first drank a glass of cold tea.

Then he recounted the entire story of Leo Ray’s sudden visit yesterday afternoon.

“He sold 30 Tier 3 weapons at once?”

After listening carefully to Mason Banks’ description, Linda blinked her long eyelashes, revealing a surprised expression.

Such a big spender was undoubtedly a rare sight in remote areas like Cyan Town, occurring perhaps once in a century.

“Uncle Mason, did this mysterious person leave any contact information or accommodation details?”

After a brief moment of contemplation, Linda, her hand propped on her cheek, continued to inquire.

“That… I didn’t.”

Mason Banks slapped his wrinkled forehead, revealing a guilty and regretful expression on his aged face, and shook his head helplessly: “At that time, I was only thinking about how to get on the man’s good side, and I completely forgot this most important issue.”

After a slight pause, Mason Banks seemed to remember something and said, “However, that person did say before leaving that he would come back to find us soon!”

“Really…” On hearing this, disappointment was written all over Linda’s face.

“Hehe.”

At that moment, an elegant and low laughter suddenly entered the ears of Linda and Mason Banks inside the room.

The abrupt sound left both the young and the old momentarily stunned, their expressions immediately turning into a mix of anxiety and surprise.

Without a doubt, whoever was able to sneak into this well-hidden room under the eyes of two Tier 3 Powerhouses was no ordinary person.

Realizing this, both Linda and Mason Banks reacted swiftly.

Linda dashed straight toward the weapon rack nearby, while Mason Banks, unarmed, charged towards the doorway, attempting to block the intruder’s escape.

“Please, relax, both of you. There’s no need to be so agitated. My master sent me here.”

In the corner of the room, a burly figure wearing glasses gradually became clearer.

He leisurely took out a thin, dark silk cloak as delicate as cicada wings from his bosom and waved it in front of Mason Banks.

“Illusion Cloaks? And a similarly muscular body like mine… Your Excellency, are you one of the subordinates of that person from yesterday?”

Mason Banks immediately signaled Linda, who had drawn her Knight Sword, not to attack, and couldn’t help but blurt out..