Chapter 128

Chapter 128. Mercenary's Village (7) + Interest is really sweet (1)

“Details of the contract will be signed later.

Would you agree to hire talented young people from this village as exclusive guards for our bank?”

“....of course.”

Avenna readily nodded.

After that, I briefly talked about the policy regarding the contract that I would hire the young mercenaries in this village.

Skipping the details of the contract and just speaking of conclusions - the conditions I presented to them must have been quite dreamlike conditions from their point of view.

At least it would be a more unconventional condition than being hired cheaply on the battlefield or escorting a peddler with no money.

The answer I got after that was, of course, very positive.

* * *

Later, after the verbal negotiations for the contract with Arell were over, Avenna called Seina saying that she had something to talk about with her granddaughter for a while.

Arel obediently moved away.

Immediately, as if taking turns, Seina came in and sat across from him.

Among the two who were silent for a moment, Avenna spoke first.

“Seina has something to say.”

However, the language that came out of his mouth was not the language of Ernesia Kingdom, but the language of another country.

Originally from distant regions, they deliberately spoke in the language of their hometown when they had important conversations among themselves.

Avenna had been dissatisfied with Seina's common language, which seemed to speak casually, so she preferred to communicate in her hometown language if possible.

“You must have been listening outside?”

“Yes... I heard that the village relocation is something that never happened. But do you really need to speak this language to say that?”

“Depending on what you hear, it could be a conversation that the prince would be a bit uncomfortable with.”

What are you talking about?

Seina tilted her head.

“Arel-nim also has to go back to the territory quickly, so it’s difficult to talk about a long story, right?”

“Well, don’t talk too much. Seina.”

For some reason, Avenna met Seina's eyes with a slightly serious attitude.

A little nervous about what her grandfather would say, she waited for him to speak.

“Did you lay your hand on that prince already?”

“...Is it time for you to retire soon?”

For a moment, Seina had to doubt her grandfather's state of mind.

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“Well, it doesn’t look like it.”

“...I don't know why you're regretting it there?”

“I thought it wouldn’t be strange if it was your personality, even if you had already touched it?”

“I don’t go out like that, either?”

No matter what, the opponent is royalty.

There's no way you can't just touch it blindly.

Of course, isn't that a law to carefully approach the surrounding situation and atmosphere?

As expected, the village is located in such a rural corner, so his common sense is strange.

Seina seriously thought about it.

“Why are you asking such a thing?”

It's not like she's suspicious of her granddaughter's behavior.

I honestly couldn't understand.

“Nothing. I just thought it wouldn't be bad in its own way.”

yes?”

It became more and more incomprehensible.

Have you been away from home too long?

Avenna sighed and taught her the meaning of the question she had just asked.

“I just thought it wouldn’t hurt to have a better relationship with him.”

I'm not simply asking because I'm curious about my granddaughter's behavior.

It was just a fact that I had to know as the village chief.

Most of them say that someone is building an extension of the castle or that someone is having a celebration, so what would be good for a celebration banquet.

The really important agenda comes up like beans in a drought, and they decide roughly and pass it off as if it's just a nuisance.

This is the reality of politics in this country.

Honestly, I think this is just a waste of time.

During this time, I had no choice but to realize desperately how much they usually focus only on inefficient issues.

ah? I'm bored with my mouth.

Normally, carbonation would soothe my mouth.

And I can't even eat sugary tea at all now.

Unlike other times, this is because you cannot look down on them by showing off your favorite items or sipping.

No matter how selfish I am, I can't act like an idiot while grumbling about snacks and carbonated drinks even at meetings like this.

When I keep my manners, I definitely keep them.

It's time to force them to fantasize about it, putting on a grim smile as quietly as possible and pretending to be there as much as possible.

“We will move on to the next agenda item.”

At least the aristocrat who managed to get this messy meeting to flow in one direction... Uh... So what was his name? I don't know! anyway!

He shifted the topic to the next item now.

“Arel has a business to explain to you.”

It was my father who first attracted the attention of the nobles.

The story to be discussed from now on has already been discussed with him in advance.

When my name was mentioned, the nobles all turned their attention to me.

However, most of the eyes are not very nice.

I can't help it because I've already confirmed what agenda I'm going to throw out with documents.

“Arel will give you a detailed explanation.”

Alright, it's my turn soon.

After clearing his throat lightly to attract attention, he immediately decided to throw a large bomb.

“As you all already know from checking the plan I submitted, I plan to establish a bank in the name of the kingdom this time.”

I began to speak in the most respectful tone possible so that I could be heard as well as possible.

It's not even a one-on-one negotiation, so I can't say it on my own.

Sure enough, I tried to speak as carefully as possible, but the noise of the aristocrats grew louder.

“Ah Arell... Did you say bank now? What the heck is...

“If you look at the plan, you'll know the details, but in summary, it's an institution that keeps money and lends it.”

If I wanted to make everyone understand with words, it would not end even if the sun goes down today and my throat becomes hoarse.

The detailed purposes and functions of the banks have already been detailed in papers and have been turned before them copy by piece.

Even belatedly, as soon as they heard my words, there were nobles who hurriedly checked the documents.

Of course, what I wrote there is only a seemingly noble function, and I didn't write my true purpose.

In common sense, who would support me if I wrote, “This is to put the country’s economic rights in my hands.”

“Leave money? I don't understand. If it's for storage, wouldn't it be enough to put it in the mansion safe?”

“Do you really think it is safe?”

I smiled and asked the nobleman who had just asked the question in reverse.

“Have you ever worried about being taken away by someone?”

huh.

He could only groan and keep his mouth shut.

That's right, there was a nobleman who had his safe robbed just a few years ago.

yes the world is dangerous Your own safe is even more dangerous.

Someone might just explode an oversized fireball from the sky.

You might set fire to the manor.

You might break open the secret vault with your bare hands.

Ugh, can I live in fear of the world?

And a representative example of the aristocrat whose house safe was robbed.

Dezel Pratze remains quietly silent for now.

Maybe bad memories are welling up in real time right now.

And I, the real culprit who robbed him, smirking and radiates an atmosphere in the form of a smile asking if there is anything to say, say it.