The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Otherwise, the other party would turn to the neighboring ones.

Moreover, he had been collaborating with Andes Bank for years and was quite clear about who stood behind them, so taking this money was absolutely risk-free.

The only flaw was that cash transactions were always too troublesome; after work, he had to go deposit the money, which was a risk along the way.

"Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Sak!"

Finally finished counting the money, Horace locked the silver pounds in the safe, then looked at Sak and sidled up obsequiously, lowering his voice.

"There is just a small request from my side; next time, you can just transfer the money to my Andes Bank account or give me a check! You know..."

He nervously glanced towards the direction of the workshop downstairs, his voice even lower, "There are so many people in the factory, and with so much cash lying around, I'm always worried about catching the attention of greedy people."

This greedy fellow had no idea that he was the greediest person in the entire building, greedier even than the Giant Dragon.

Sak was uninterested in the human internal affairs, but he remembered the resentful looks in the eyes of the textile workers when passing by the workshop and casually reminded.

"You should be nicer to your fellow humans. The looks they give you are like they're looking at an enemy. The Wind Roar Tribe needs stable partners. I don't want to come here next time and find you've changed the Chieftain in your tribe."

Horace was startled by this remark, not because it reminded him of the fear from months ago, but how did this gentleman know about his embarrassment?

It's said that the lizardmen of the Gutaf United Kingdom are not only generous but also kind and intolerant of seeing people suffer. Their rampant sympathy even drove them to build a city in the Southwest Swamp to shelter those who couldn't return home with the Dragon God back then.

No doubt—

Someone was badmouthing him behind his back, trying to sabotage him!

"Mr. Sak! I swear to you, I will certainly amend my ways and treat my employees better!"

Horace hastily defended himself, not forgetting to throw a jab at his business competitors at this point.

"Ac-actually, I'm pretty decent to them. Other textile factories cram their fellow humans into eight-person rooms like sardine cans, but I don't dare do that. You know, I am a servant of Saint Sis; I have faith!"

When he said this, he didn't mention how he was forced by the "greedy" Invincible Group to build a three-story dormitory and paid a lot of extra money for it with tears in his eyes.

In fact, there was no need to build the dormitory in the first place.

It was all Princess Aileen's 10% "special tax"! Anyone who didn't solve the employee accommodation problem had to pay the Refugee Camp fund in the New Industrial Zone.

As Horace was talking vehemently, Sak was listening with utter confusion, wondering why this hairless monkey was telling him all this.

If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have said anything.

"... Ahem! Also, Mr. Sak, to avoid any misunderstandings, I must correct you, I am not a Chieftain, but a factory manager. Strictly speaking, the things you mentioned are the obligations of our revered Princess Aileen and His Majesty Edward, not mine."

Seeing that the human finally finished talking, Sak seized the opportunity to let out an expressionless "Oh," leaving Horace awkwardly standing there, taking off with his human attendants.

…

Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

Horace didn't sleep all night; his family was very worried but none dared to ask too many questions.

It wasn't until the following morning, as he sat back in the office listening to the clattering of the loom that this miser regained some spirit and decided—

He would rent an office in the city and move his office out of the factory!

He, who used to be stingy to the extreme, would never have parted with that money. If it hadn't been for a house, he would have even wanted to move his family into the employee dormitory to scrunch up.

Moreover, he made a small concession regarding employee benefits, deciding to exchange the monthly salary of 3,000 copper coins for a full 30 silver coins.

Although his belief wasn't that devout—almost irreverent—at least it held a tad more reverence than those who believed in nothing.

He always felt that the appearance of Mr. Sak was a reminder from the Divine.

The ones who saved him the first time were a group of "mountain people" with cognitive issues, Princess Aileen saved him the second time, and maybe this time, "Sak" came with a mission.

Perhaps the messenger of the Dragon God saw something, hence reminding him that if he doesn't act soon, disaster is coming.

And this time, no one will save him.

At this time, there was a knock at the door, which startled Horace, who was distressed about money, nearly falling from his chair.

"Come in!"

Hearing the shrill shout, the knocking paused for a moment, then his accountant cautiously walked in.

"Boss, last month's salaries are due..."

"Last month?" Horace broke into a cold sweat as he suddenly realized what Sak's words meant, quickly grabbing the accountant by the collar and spitting as he yelled, "Wait, damn, why didn't you tell me earlier!"

The accountant was also very aggrieved, helplessly saying.

"I mentioned it last time... You told me to get lost, even saying to wait because silver coins could be exchanged for more copper coins, and paying wages in copper coins could save a lot."

"Did I say that?" Horace was stunned.

That's not right.

He typically only says 'get lost,' never explaining why, and certainly wouldn't share his inner feelings.

The accountant sneaked a glance at him and said softly.

"I think you did, I can't quite remember... but everyone else said it."

Moreover, he believed his boss was likely thinking that way; whether he actually said it might be his mistaken memory, taking rumors to heart under resentment.

Horace remained silent for a long time before finally releasing the collar, stepping back with a cough to appear upright.

"This is... slander!"

"I swear I never thought like that; the reason the factory hasn't paid is because the business on Ryan Kingdom's side hasn't settled last year's balance, blame that damned King."

"But now there's no problem; the Wind Roar Tribe settled their balance yesterday, you're just in time, I was about to talk to you about the wages."

Upon hearing those words, the accountant's eyes brightened instantly, as excited as if All Souls Festival was approaching.

"Really?! That's great! To be honest, boss, my family is struggling to put food on the table! By the way, I heard those Lizardmen paid in silver pounds! Could... Could you settle my wages with that? 1 silver pound can now buy two more bags of salt than 1 silver coin!"

And it comes with a few copper coins!

Upon hearing this, Horace's mouth twitched, wanting to scold the accountant but recalling Mr. Sak Jifeng's "meaningful" expressionless face as he left—

"You should be nicer to your fellow humans."

He ultimately forced himself to nod despite the heartache and squeezed out a generous yet stiff smile.

"Of course..."

"Honestly, I was just planning that!"

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