Revenge Costs Interest [EN]: Chapter 56

Revenge Has Interest 56. Allen’s Scheme (56/200)

Allen’s Scheme

2023.09.25.

Everyone wore puzzled expressions at the unfamiliar word ‘sewing machine.’

Leia roughly explained what it was, but most seemed disbelieving. Still, there were those who knew.

Sonya and Adolf, who knew about sewing machines, reacted very negatively.

“Are you asking us to create works with that vulgar and ridiculous machine?”

Adolf vehemently opposed the use of sewing machines.

“I’d rather die. I can’t let 30 years of experience be nullified by a mere lump of iron.”

Like husband, like wife. The couple jumped up and down, asserting their honor, pride, and the dignity of being imperial tailors.

“Then, you should both die!”

Leia glared fiercely at Sonya and Adolf, shouting.

“Honor, pride, 30 years of experience, the dignity of being imperial tailors? It all ends when you die anyway.”

“Young lady, how can you say such harsh things?”

Sonya looked at Leia resentfully. Then, Terrence rose from his seat and walked towards the couple.

“Haven’t you grasped the situation yet? If you break your promise with the Empress, it’s the gallows.”

In Terrence’s eyes, anger that had been smoldering blazed like madness.

“Tell me, do you want to die? If so, you don’t have to do anything.”

Sonya and Adolf turned pale.

Leia didn’t have time to listen to their opinions any longer, so she approached Chenelle.

“Grandpa Rapa might be able to get a sewing machine, right?”

“Grandpa can get anything. He even used to sell people’s eyeballs a long, long time ago.”

Leia reflexively looked at Terrence.

“I’ll go.”

He rushed out of the mansion with Luke. But Leia still felt a sense of foreboding.

Even the Hamilton Company had tried to sell sewing machines, but the craftsmen threw stones at the company in fierce opposition.

They believed that if sewing machines, which were five times faster than hand sewing, became widespread, they would take away many people’s jobs.

“Pauline, find people among the employees who are good at sewing and cutting.”

“Yes.”

Until Terrence brought back the sewing machine, they had to cut the fabric according to the patterns. That way, when the sewing machine arrived, they could start stitching right away.

“But, we also need someone who can operate the sewing machine, right?”

Chenelle pointed out something they hadn’t considered.

Leia instructed James to gather all the employees of the mansion.

“Please, let there be someone.”

Fortunately, the boots, hats, and gloves were stored elsewhere and were safe.

Also, it was fortunate that there was a lot of Turkic fabric left.

‘Terrence, you must get the sewing machine.’

Leia went to the window and watched the two men leave the mansion, leading the escort.

She desperately hoped that they would not return empty-handed.

Leia turned away from the window and said to Sonya and Adolf.

“It’s up to you two. Whether you die or live.”

That wasn’t just a threat. If they didn’t make the Empress’s riding suit in time, those two would be hanged, as Terrence said.

Of course, it would be difficult for her to avoid punishment as well.

Even if Terrence’s power prevented her from being killed, it was clear that she would pay a heavy price for insulting the imperial family.

* * *

Allen looked at the telegram he had just received and smiled very contentedly.

“Hahaha, the Empress’s riding suit has become rags.”

Moreover, the person who ordered the work was unconscious, practically dead. It would be difficult to reveal who was behind it.

“Now that there are only three days left, they’ll probably buy some shoddy ready-made clothes and give them to her. Or they’ll fall out of favor with the Empress and get into trouble.”

It was a very satisfactory result.

It was a pity that he couldn’t watch the situation unfold right in front of him. He should have toasted while looking at Terrence’s dirt-eating face.

‘What a shame.’

The Empress of Lubeck, who was the strongest candidate for victory in the Bellis Royal Equestrian Competition, would not be able to perform properly.

She wouldn’t stand out much either. Because she would be wearing a riding suit that everyone else wears. Then, his secretary spoke to Allen in a serious tone.

“Sir, it will be difficult to continue contacting people at the Courtois mansion for the time being.”

“I suppose so. Terrence has a brain; he won’t just sit still, will he? Let’s do it again when things calm down.”

“Understood.”

Allen wanted to savor this exhilaration for a long time. Isn’t this the pleasure of give and take?

‘You should have been prepared for this when you attacked me. Did you think I would just stand by and take it?’

Imagining Terrence running around frantically looking for alternatives made his anger melt away.

‘Once Rivette becomes the Crown Princess, I won’t have to bow down to anyone anymore.’

Because wealth, honor, and power will all be in his hands. And if Rivette even has a prince, his life will be smooth sailing.

‘Hmm, poor Grace. If she were by my side, I would at least comfort her. But it won’t be long, the Duke will be eliminated soon too.’

He was confident that he would treat her like a queen and shower her with the affection that Terrence couldn’t give her.

Just then, Sarah came to see him.

‘She’s so clueless; she has a knack for ruining other people’s fun.’

She wasn’t too bad as a bed partner, but he didn’t want to see her during the day.

She was just a maid, but he gave her the honor of wearing nice clothes, eating good food, and sleeping with the most handsome man in Galdenia at night. What was she so dissatisfied with that she grumbled every day?

“Allen, when are we getting married?”

Sarah stroked Allen’s shoulder and asked. Allen almost burst out laughing at Sarah’s nonsense.

Who’s marrying whom? She had to say something that made sense. Suddenly, a good idea popped into his head.

“Prove to me that you are a helpful presence to me.”

“Prove? I already did, didn’t I?”

Who was the one who took the lead in betraying Leia and Richard? She helped Allen swallow up the Hamilton Company, what more proof did he want?

“Find Richard Hamilton’s memoirs. If you find only that, I will marry Sarah that day.”

“What?”

“Sarah knows; she was like a daughter to Richard. Use your head, where would the memoirs be?”

* * *

Terrence came to the southern outskirts of Lebon. Rapa had stopped smuggling, and other gypsies had monopolized the situation.

“They’re worse than our organization.”

“Human scum.”

They were worse than Rapa’s organization; it was a complete mess. They were good with knives and did all sorts of dirty and vile things.

“I don’t care about that, all I need is a sewing machine.”

“They definitely have it; the problem is whether they’ll give it up willingly.”

“Should I set up a bomb?”

“They mainly trade bombs and weapons.”

“What?”

Terrence’s face changed drastically and became serious.

It was one thing to deal with opium, alcohol, or rare items that they didn’t handle, but trading weapons and bombs was a clear act of treason.

“I took care of the northern thugs, and now the southern thugs are running wild.”

Just then, a group of men appeared from the opposite side. They all had fierce faces and were so burly that anyone could tell they were ‘thugs.’

“The guy with the blue hair is the boss, Sarubi; he’s very vicious.”

Rapa gestured to Terrence and informed him.

“Oh! Old man Rapa has brought a precious guest? I heard you became a noble’s dog; is it true?”

Sarubi sneered at Terrence and Rapa.

“Hey! Blue hair, I need a sewing machine.”

Terrence cut to the chase and stated his business.

“What is the noble lord going to use a sewing machine for? Is he going to make his wife’s panties?”

Sarubi’s subordinates laughed loudly at his words.

“Well, I not only make panties, but also undershorts, and if I have time, I’ll sew up your mouth too.”

At Terrence’s answer, all the subordinates, including Sarubi, drew their swords at once.

“You won’t come to your senses until you get stabbed.”

Sarubi shouted, panting.

Soon, Terrence smirked and pointed a gun at him, and the guards behind him took out their rifles in unison.

“Won’t you come to your senses until you get a bullet hole in your head?”

Then Sarubi made an awkward expression and quietly put down his sword.

Terrence got off his horse and walked towards Sarubi.

Sarubi had not expected to see the Duke of Courtois, whom he had only heard about, in person.

He was only twenty-five years old, so he thought he was a kid, but his tall height and sturdy build exuded a strong aura that overwhelmed people.

In particular, all the power was concentrated in his fierce black eyes.

“I don’t care what you sell. But you need to know that if you deal with weapons and bombs, you’re dead.”

“We’re not the kind of people who are afraid of dying.”

Sarubi didn’t back down either. What was there to be afraid of in a life that was already at the bottom? They were just living day to day.

“Hmm, good. I’ll buy all the weapons and bombs. But bring me a sewing machine if you have one.”

Only then did Sarubi seem moved by Terrence’s offer.

He would buy all the bombs and weapons? But handing them over to a noble was a risky act.

“I refuse. I don’t trade with nobles. But I do have about three sewing machines.”

“Bring them.”

Terrence said in a low voice.

“I heard the noble lord is a war hero? Then you must be very good at fighting?”

Sarubi grinned, revealing his black teeth.

“Why don’t you fight me? If you win, I’ll give you the sewing machine for free. Anyway, no one is going to buy it, so it’s been a nuisance. But if I win, how about you don’t make a peep even if you die?”

“Good, should we do it with guns or swords?”

Sarubi was slightly surprised when Terrence accepted without hesitation.

“Sword.”

At that moment, Terrence remembered Rapa’s words. The southern gypsies were especially good with knives.

Then Terrence said to Sarubi in a nonchalant tone.

“I only consider it a win when the opponent’s head is cut off. Remember that well.”