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It seemed so silly to think that the establishment would just let Myst Neumann take over the Rosawaal Mansion and the surrounding areas as soon as word got out that the original owner, Roswaal T. Mathers, had mysteriously disappeared. But that is what happened; Myst was now the owner of several acres of prime real estate, including the deposits of magical crystals used to protect villages all over Lugnica. For while everyone else with relevance (aka Return by Death) had been gallivating off away from the Capital, Myst had used his secret casino profits and his own estates' money to snap up the Rosawaal mansion and Irlam Village, all the while looking like a relatively [i]innocent[/i] businessman who had bought the property for 'The Good of Lugnica'.

Well, Lugnica's good was [i]his own[/i], in this specific case. And so Myst sat in his new mansion's sitting-room as his servants and assorted mercenaries took away all enblems of the Mathers family.

Myst's accountant, a thin young woman who wore modest but still functional clothing (a blouse and trousers), approached Myst, carrying the Mathers' old ledger. She would then say in a tight, clipped voice, "The mines are functioning again, and are projected to make a profit of several million silver coins within the next month. However, the current laborers are...entitled, demanding higher pay, cleaner quarters, better food, and other improvments."

The old Water Mage frowned. "Those workers need to know their place. Lay them off; we'll bring sla - debtors from the Casino who've lost their wealth instead. In fact, send word to the casino; they are to increase the number of special events to get people into more gambling debts. Also, send word to the local prisons; if they can make some of their stronger inmates 'disappear' and smuggle them here for hard labor, tell them I would be very grateful."

A nod from the accountant, who continued, "It will be done, my lord. I presume we will be using Irlam Village as a labor source as well?"

"Yes," Myst said. "they are my feudal subordinates anyway, so it is my legal right to reduce their entitlements and make them contribute to this estates prosperity. Send a message, carried by two dozen of my best mercenaries, that their taxes are raised and free healing and schooling are suspended. Well, except for the smartest among their children; I might need new pawns." Another nod from the accountant, who then left at the same time that a butler entered.

"Lord Myst Neumann," the aged, balding man said, "[i]Gyzo Celestia[/i] has recieved your message and will be coming shortly."

Myst smiled, and said, "Perfect."