Chapter 980: 962 bankruptcy! ?

Chapter 980 962. Bankruptcy! ?

Sileton lowered his head and walked into the guest room again in a low voice.

“Look.” Taller admired as he wiped the beer foam from his lips. "This is what we call a lesson learned."

With that said, the intelligence chief put the silver fork that Silden had just walked away from, and then turned back and slapped it **** the table, back on the dinner plate.

Taller raised his glass towards Lan En.

“Here’s to the dwarf who was tricked.”

"Respect." The witcher looked away from Siloden's door and raised his glass to touch it. "This friend was cheated but remained loyal."

“Huh~” exhaling a breath of cold air, Lan En shook his head helplessly.

“It seems you don’t blame him.”

“Blame him? What’s the blame?” the demon hunter asked Taller strangely.

“Investment is risky, and you have to admit that you lose money if you enter the market. Apart from Silerton’s strategy being a bit radical, he didn’t do anything in the books. The failure of the investment was because we were deceived, and it was not him who deceived me.”

Even felt that this matter itself was not as uncomfortable as Shillerton's refusal to continue to manage his personal assets.

For an individual who has shown a dominant level of intimidation on the battlefield, Lan En has never had to worry about what he would do if he ran out of money.

In addition, this time [Turbid Current·Destruction] directly ‘ate’ the remains of the spiral sword he threw inside.

The witcher thought that he should also prepare a space backpack for Velvet Ball when he comes back this time.

So Lane did not feel at a loss after facing the situation where Silerton made a mistake in operating his personal fund and the capital chain was broken.

Since the other party doesn’t need it, just keep your distance as usual.

“I’m happy with maintaining the status quo.”

Most of the time it is not necessary to speak clearly.

Facing Taller's speech on behalf of Foltest, Lan also picked up a piece of ham with a silver fork and put it into his mouth while talking.

“Do you still remember the promise Foltest made to you? In order to investigate you and send spies here, other countries have given Temeria a lot of preferential tariff policies. You will have a share of the profits, as long as you ask.”

“Although I am on the verge of bankruptcy. Well, this is really the first time I have encountered this. But I don’t want to get involved with the royal family, nobles, etc. just because of this financial problem.”

But then again, the problem that Siledon is struggling with now only makes him feel a little "annoyed" to Lan En.

When countless wealthy businessmen and nobles heard the news, their first reaction was: Can it be my turn to send money?

Although thirty-two thousand orens is a lot even for a nobleman who owns an independent castle.

But thinking about it, the matter is not urgent yet.

After all, even if this money is injected into the capital flow, the fund framework that Sillerton has set up will start to operate.

Taller nodded immediately and put his hand into his collar to scratch his neck, looking relaxed and natural.

“Of course, what the **** can I say?”

“Forgive me, Taller.”

Otherwise, if other countries knew that Lane was receiving financial support from Temeria, it would be hard to say how the situation would evolve.

“I just feel it’s a bit troublesome. I originally wanted to make a big purchase.”

With Lan En's current network of connections, it would not be difficult to come up with this money.

Taller had drifted to the side, and his eyes that were observing another tavern customer immediately turned back to Lan En.

Although it was a good thing that it was discovered later that the remains of the Spiral Sword gave the giant sword [Remaining Fire], but who knows if something good will happen next time?

The probability of bad things happening is always greater than the probability of good things happening.

Lan En calmly listened to the process of his money being stolen, and even found it a bit interesting.

“That’s it? This group of scammers and brokers with the sharpest sense of smell just focus on a fund that is obviously not right?”

“So far, we have only found this step. Finance, equity, company ownership. These things are very complicated.”

Taller said helplessly.

"Just like the group of brokers I'm telling you now, I only know of their existence, but I don't know their specific identities and looks. I guess Siledon didn't even notice their existence."

The intelligence chief took another sip of Redanian beer and sighed.

“Playing in finance is called stabbing someone behind the scenes without even showing their face.”

“Aretusa is also investigating your personal fund. If you still have doubts, you can ask your people there after you return to Gos Velen.”

Taller was outspoken and even suggested that Lan go to Arethusa College for intelligence reconciliation.

“I will, thank you.” Lan En nodded. "By the way, there's something else I forgot to ask."

"What?"

“Why is Siledon in the Dark Water?” Lan En said he was confused. "Why did he come to this village? Just waiting for me?"

“Probably so.” Taller replied indifferently. "He is here to hold a meeting with the local blacksmiths' guild in Vizima this time. It is about Valyrian steel business."

“I came here three days ago and a guest room was opened here.”

Three days ago.

Lan En thought calmly.

It should be that Margarita observed the tidal changes in the magic power of Chaos, and then told Siloden that she was coming back soon.

So the red-bearded dwarf could wait for him exactly here.

Since studying the information about the intersection of the celestial sphere through the elf beacon, both Margarita and Tisaya seem to have gained something.

With one last sip, he drank up the remaining Nilfgaardian limoncello in the glass. Lan put the glass on the table and stood up.

“Can you please use me?”

Taller sounded with a teasing voice.

Lan En was not pretentious and waved without looking back as he walked out.

“Then thank you for your generosity in helping a poor and poor bankrupt witcher.”

“I am willing to serve you.”

Taller, with his funny voice and strange aura, was finally left behind by Lan En.

The witcher who walked out of the tavern left the village and found Flannel Ball and Qilin who were having fun in the wild.

The calico kitten was holding a large package and standing on the back of the unicorn. Its horse-like body structure prevented the unicorn from eating the green flowers and grass that popped out of the package.

The Qilin was jumping around, but the flannel ball relied on the [Light Body Technique] given to it by Lan En to stand firmly on the Qilin's back as if it was stained with glue.

“The boss is back, meow!”

The flannel ball jumped down with a big package in his hands and swayed toward Lan En.

Qilin stretched his neck, trying to put his head into the package from above.

But before it could succeed, Lan En grabbed the pale horn on the Qilin's head that was like a crystal cone.

Lift up the Qilin’s head and speak to it seriously.

“I’m broke, Qilin.”

Gu Long’s face was filled with questions.

“Xi, Xilülu?”