Chapter 59: Give me reward

"Lord Ha Joon!!! Look! I did it!!!" Galio shouted as soon as he was down from the horse.

"Hehe." Ha Joon giggled a bit, watching the pig sprint towards him.

"Ha Joon, is that?..." Mordred began.

"The Gyrogems we were discussing this morning..." Ha Joon interrupted, "yes, yes it is."

"That's... a lot of money," Yukio muttered under her breath.

Ha Joon smiled.

"Lord Ha Joon!" Galio was now standing in front of Ha Joon. "I sold all 0 Gyrogems!"

"How were you able to do it? The day hasn't ded yet; wouldn't it take a couple of days to ev get to any Elv nation?" Ha Joon asked, intrigued.

Behind him, Mordred was still trying to process the amount of money playing before her eyes.

"Yes, I thought so too, but it seems like something is currtly happing in the capital, because the borders have be closed temporarily. This was what really helped me. I ran into some merchants who were traveling to differt parts of the kingdom. We talked about it, and they bought it off my hands. They're going to sell it off in other countries.

By the time I was done distributing to all the merchants, I had sold all 00 Gyrogems," Galio explained.

Ha Joon placed his hand on his chin, nodding as he considered the situation. "Profit-wise, that was a good move. But for a long-term investmt, we can't really be sure the merchants would ev sell it off to the right people. Still, that shouldn't be an issue—we have more Gyrogems." He pointed at the wagons. "So, how much did you make?"

"40 billion eres, Lord Ha Joon," Galio responded.

'Ohhh, so that's what the farmer was trying to tell me. Eh? 40 billion is a lot, but not my target. But we can skip that for now.'

Ha Joon placed his hand on Galio's shoulder. "You've done well, my frid. I shall give you your share once we are done. Direct them all to the capital."

"Not the Royal bank?" Galio looked perplexed.

"Oh nah, the royal castle." Ha Joon smiled.

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After an hour of transport, the sun had begun to set. Ha Joon and his followers, along with over 0 wagons filled with gold coins, made their way through the streets.

Civilians were in awe as they watched the appointed Prime Minister and the strongest knight, Mordred, ride through the town with a huge line of covered wagons behind them.

Mordred and Merlin accidtally looked at each other, while Mordred immediately looked away, and Merlin smiled mischievously.

"Is that all?" Artoria smiled softly, though her heart pounded in her chest.

"And I want a statue of myself," he added, leaning in closer.

"I'll see what can be done about that," replied Artoria, her voice a bit shaky.

"Oh, I know," Ha Joon grabbed her hand, his eyes gleaming with mischief, "You... yes, I want you."

Artoria was instantly flushed, though she hid it as best as she could. His words hit her hard in the chest, leaving her momtarily speechless.

"Okay, playboy, you're tired, time to rest," Mordred chimed in, grabbing Ha Joon by the hand and dragging him towards the castle.

"The hell is your deal?! Don't ruin my momt!!!" Ha Joon shouted, struggling against Mordred's grip.

"Shut up, idiot!" Mordred yelled back, rolling her eyes.

"I should go too, my master needs me," Yukio said, bowing her head before running after Mordred.

*Sigh*~

Merlin took another glimpse at the wagons filled with money, shaking her head in amazemt.

"At this point, I think we can both agree Ha Joon shouldn't be underestimated. He leaves for one minute and the next he's back with gerational wealth. I don't think I've ever se this much money before," she uttered, her voice tinged with respect and disbelief.

"Yeah," Artoria responded, still in shock from what Ha Joon had said earlier, her mind replaying his words over and over.

"I bet he wants us to keep it in the royal safe, so I'll tell the guards to do so," Merlin said, glancing at Artoria for confirmation.

"Yeah," Artoria replied, barely processing Merlin's words.

"Are you going to take a bath now?" Merlin asked, watching her closely.

"Yeah," Artoria mumbled, her thoughts elsewhere.

"She's gone," Merlin smiled, her hand on her hips as she shook her head. She wasn't wrong; Artoria had be staring at a single spot, barely blinking as if she were stuck in a trance.

In her head, Ha Joon's voice was repeating like a damaged radio.