The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Fitz stared blankly at his boss.

"...What?"

"I see, the long line of carriages blocking the road completely, they are carrying boxes piled like mountains, each filled with the empire's silver coins."

The newspapers in Thunder City are filled with correct but useless nonsense, but the choices people make with their feet are real.

Warner did not trust Andes Bank, nor did he fully trust Edward, but he believed in the choices made unanimously by those bosses wealthier than him.

He doubted the character of those people, but never their intelligence.

"...Since all the wealthy in town are rushing to exchange their stock for that stack of paper in Mr. Jarvis's hands, why should we refuse?"

He said with a smile, then turned around to look at his gaping apprentice, patting the young man's shoulder.

"Be proud, kid, you were born in an era of rapid change, this street is full of opportunities, if you miss Prince Colin, there's still Mr. Sak Jifeng, even a nouveau riche like Jarvis has endless banquets to throw...I wish I were as young as you."

In the past, that idle upstart surely would have flown into a rage, even wasting an hour to make things difficult for a weak apprentice, just to regain some dignity lost in front of the nobles.

But now, that guy has turned into a picture of success, starting to care about appearances like Mr. Yang Andes does.

It's likely he fantasizes in his heart about turning his less-than-two-year-old fur shop into a century-old establishment, lasting as long as the Campbell Duchy.

Once upon a time, these wandering merchants were no different from vagrants, always moving from place to place after a deal.

In this aspect, Warner felt he had an edge over Jarvis; at least, he wasn't a nouveau riche.

His family had been making jewelry for the Royal Family for a long time, with craftsmanship and reputation passed down to today, a full hundred years before Jarvis's fur shop, only recently popularized by the stories of Princess Aileen and Prince Colin.

Feeling superior, Warner couldn't help but also feel a sense of urgency.

The pace at which these upstarts catch up is just too fast, Queen Street in Thunder City has never been this crowded, and it grows more congested each year.

Looking at the flourishing street, he murmured to himself, leaving the final words for himself.

"...Our Warner Jewelry Store must also keep up with the times."

...

Thunder City New Industrial Zone, Horace Textile Factory.

The air was filled with cotton dust and the roar of machines, making it hard for people to breathe. Some textile workers were coughing, as if they wanted to cough out their lungs.

No one could enjoy this sand-blended air except for a middle-aged man as thin as dried orange peel.

His name was Horace.

At this moment, he was rubbing his hands, his face full of a fawning smile, facing the Dragon God's people who had come from afar, as if meeting Saint Sis himself.

"Mr. Sak! The financial power of the Wind Roar Tribe is truly eye-opening, it's an honor to serve you and the Dragon behind you! May our friendship be as sincere and enduring as the ancient pact of a thousand years ago!"

Clearly, this guy was reading a second-hand version of history, as the story Sak Jifeng heard from the tribe priest was not this version.

However, he had no intention of debating, only giving a slight nod with satisfaction after inspecting the last batch of packed cloth, dutifully fulfilling the purchase mission entrusted by Prince Colin.

"The quality is acceptable. The deposit for the next batch of goods, and the balance for this batch, can be settled."

The Demon King wants all of Gana Continent's Lizardmen to have clothes and shoes, a reward for their faith and loyalty.

Although he didn't know where the money came from, the Lord Demon King said he had it, so he did.

Upon hearing deposit and balance, Horace's eyes instantly glowed with heat.

The Dragon God's people are truly different, speaking and acting with candor like the Giant Dragon! Not like some merchants from the Ryan Kingdom, relying on the fame of their trade guild and their backers being the King, actually wanting to earn credit in the Duchy's factory.

When there were no orders before, Horace just put up with it, at worst, the workers suffered a bit, but now he wouldn't cater to those lackeys revolving around the King!

Just wait and see!

Their wise Duke Edward is bound to give a kick to that muddleheaded old king sooner or later!

In a sense, the conflict between the Campbell Duchy and the Kingdom wasn't solely due to Edward's ambition but was a common desire among most Campbell people.

If it weren't for the divine intent letting the Light of Praise fall into Aileen's hands, perhaps Duke Edward would have already led them with the Inheritance Sword.

As for which side's joy and which side's sorrow, that's another story entirely.

Responding to Horace's "prayers", Sak did not, as usual, signal for the guards to bring a heavy cash box, but instead pulled out a stack of brand new "silver pounds" from a leather bag carried by a human attendant.

Seeing this stack of paper money, the smile on Horace's face did not stall at all; in fact, it grew even brighter. He respectfully took it with both hands, then quickly counted it with fingers moistened with spittle, just like the rolling textile machines downstairs.

Sak was his biggest and most straightforward customer; whatever money this Lizardman patron designated, he had to use it.

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