The Next Prince, Chapter 31 pg7
The Next Prince, Chapter 31 pg7
Warm fingertips touched the side of the face, but the warmth reached the heart. Petai blinked, lowered his gaze, and sighed softly to change the subject.
“It's okay now... What about the competition? I heard that Asawathewathin is planning to buy solid players by getting a whole club the club.”
“That's impossible. No one is crazy enough to do that.” Ramil shrugged and returned with a chuckle in his throat. Most people prefer renting rather than buying players, for one thing, it saves money, and secondly, no one wants to take responsibility for binding athletes.
“...”
“Except that it will have a sponsored endorsement.” Petai's silence implies agreement with Ramil's thoughts, and they should move on from this topic.
Unless someone unexpectedly receives a message from Sivakorn, causing a noticeable change in Ramil's demeanor, including his facial expression, which makes Petai sense something is amiss.
“What is it?”
“Sivakorn reports that Prince Kalavin is interested in sponsoring Khanin's team.” The atmosphere becomes tense. Ramil can't help but feel that what he once thought was impossible now seems plausible.
“What will you do?” The white-bodied house owner pleads for attention as Ramil hurriedly gets up from his chair, pressing the phone in his hand to contact someone.
“Contact Sivakorn to arrange the purchase of players in the rented club.” Atsawathewathin's boy must be playing the defensive game. From Ramil's perspective, even though he looks at Khanin indifferently, he now needs to reconsider this character.
If the opposing side has a sponsor and can actually choose to buy players from the club, highly ranked fencers, whom he specifically chose, would be at a significantly higher risk of being bought.
“It might not be true, Atsawathewathin still doesn't have any fencers in the team, so why does Prince Kalavin want to sponsor them?”
“Because they are Atsawathewathins.” Almost a single sentence that can explain it all, the lineage that once ranked number one is always more interesting than the team that came to compete.
“But we still don't know if Prince Kalavin will actually sponsor
Atsawathewathin.”
“Sivakorn never makes a wrong suggestion.” The information given by the other side is almost flawless, and because of that, Ramil starts to get heated up, just like Petai.
“Sometimes, this matter might be more complex than that. Charan won't let Khanin do this.” It seems that this sentence bothers Petai more than needing to communicate with the conversation partner. The intensity of both parties is no different.
But because he knows Charan's temperament well, Petai feels that something is strange...
“You know each other well. That doctor is only there to perform the same duty as you. Has he ever held a sword in his life?” Charan is not involved in fencing, and everyone knows this fact. Ultimately, Petai can't argue against it.
“...”
“Regardless, we have to deal with this matter. The rented fencer is the club's prerogative. If they really intend to buy, we will lose all the players that we have chosen. It's better to find the best athletes within the club.”
“And what about the budget?”
“Financial management is as important as winning. If we don't hold onto it, how can we be sure they won't take those players and fight against us?”
“But Charan...” The mention of someone's name causes Ramil's eyebrows to twitch, he looks directly at the person in front of him and asks calmly.
“Agreed, you want someone to win for sure.”
The two sides exchange glances, the pause is longer before Petai finally yields and responds to the person in front of him.
“Ass you wish.” I can't deny that Khanin is really scary, and Ramil's approach seems to be the best option right now.
The tall figure reached out to Sivakorn, conveying the desired order, but the new information he had just received left him somewhat confused.
[Young Prince you don't have to buy the club, Your Highness. The sword athlete that Your Highness wants to buy belonged to
Puchongpisut from the beginning.]
“What's going on...”
…
In the outskirts of the city, before the sun sets, the atmosphere is colder than the normal temperature of the capital. The grass sways in the wind, and because the beef noodle soup is not ready yet, Jirat suggests that Khanin and Charan come out to enjoy the scenery around the homes stay before the meal.
They didn't plan to stay, but because they were persuaded to have dinner together, they didn't refuse. Another reason was that Khanin wanted to take this opportunity to drink, as such opportunities were rare.
The feet of the two individuals stepped lightly along the path. Khanin took a deep breath, feeling more relaxed than before when there was no one else in this particular area, except for a small community nearby.
The beautiful pair of eyes glanced at each other, and now Charan followed behind. Actually, Khanin noticed that if it wasn't a crowded spot or an unexpected time, the other party would not have moved closer to him.
It seemed like Charan was used to letting Khanin take the lead, and he always remained vigilant. Whenever he slowed down, the other would slow down too, so the two of them couldn't walk side by side.
“Here.” The disguised person pretended to rest and called out, which resulted in no difference from what was expected. The distance remained the same, and the other person didn't seem to move any closer.
“Huh?”
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