Chapter 325

My villains, episode 325

, 57. Preface (6)

“...the chieftain.”

Even in this world, Sanghoes that provide basic financial services such as deposits, loans, and bill transactions are quite common. However, they are not called banks.

The only organization so called is the ‘bank’, rooted in the single kingdom of Milanol.

Usually, Sanghoe provides financial services only to the powerful people related to it, such as nobles and wealthy people.

Banks, on the other hand, treat as customers all who swear to keep their contracts. In a word, it is said that no matter how much it is, if there is property, the promissory note will be cut off, and if there is collateral, the loan will be issued.

Having said that, they seem to be easygoing people, but if the banks were really good, they wouldn’t have been able to have one big branch in every big city.

“I don’t think they are cheating, but they are rather dangerous.”

What Sergeant Prosecutor Umberta said with a worried expression represented the public perception of banks.

“When I was in my hometown, I saw some people who were dirty with banks, but all of them ended badly.”

“How bad was it?”

“Variety. There were ship owners who did not pay their debts on time and were shipwrecked and robbed. There were also merchants whose families went missing after being visited by bankers while fooling around with bills.”

“Apart from confiscation, what do you mean by disappearance?”

“I’ve heard of this.... Those bastards sell their creditors all over the country in the east or far away in the desert.”

“Do you sell?”

“yes. as a slave.”

I’ll have to listen to it with certainty, but in Umberta’s story, the organization called the bank was more than a mobster that puts out loans.

If the debt is large, even if you fly to another province or foreign country, you will be caught somehow and your skin will be peeled off.

It was also said that it was thanks to their activities that the windows of large cities were filled, and that even nobles could not despise banks unless they were at the level of a great lord.

There are even rumors that he continues to engage in bullying under the king’s connivance because he has been dealing with the royal family of Zeore for a long time.

“...But the mayor here asked to see me?”

” yes.”

“Why do they ask to see you?”

“I just said that I have something to tell you closely. Judging by his position and appearance, he seemed like a high-ranking man in a bank.”

“Hmm...

I scratched my eyebrows for a while and then parted my lips.

“...I don’t know, but it’s probably like a loan offer. Unlike the bank, I don’t have a relationship.”

“It could be.”

“Let’s just ignore it. I don’t even need that ‘service’.”

Umberta’s bronzed face showed an ambiguous expression.

“But judging from the way he spoke, it didn’t sound like a formal greeting.”

“That’s none of my business. And if you have a business, won’t your friends come to you first? We don’t have to run on our side first.”

By the time the story ended, it was already late. Gradually desperate to take a bath, I dismissed my men.

“Oh wait. Fritz you stay.”

“yes? Are you talking about me?”

“uh.”

He didn’t say anything else, but he crumpled his face at once. He must have expected me to nag or something.

“What is it?”

“What is it? If you just stay, stay.”

As if the others had roughly the same idea, the men laughed at Fritz as they left the hall. The wrinkles between his brows deepened.

“I have nothing to impress. It’s because I have something else to do.”

“...What do you mean?”

“okay.”

I shrugged and asked the guy.

“Your kid came home beaten, but you can’t stay still.”

“You mean Golman?”

“uh. On the church side, Sir Kabar and Okan will take care of it, so you don’t have to worry about it.

Fritz, who had been crumpling his face for a while, smiled broadly, distorting the scar on his cheek.

“Hmm, actually, I was thinking something similar.”

“I’m a guest, so let’s not be too noisy. If I move, you will be noticed, so you take a few kids and take care of it quickly and come back.”

Should I call this a buchang-busi or a bujeon-yeojeon?

“Of course I’ll have to keep it a secret from Miss Heila.”

“...her.” While her mouth was open in a daze, the Marquis of Fanabel said ‘yes’ briefly and quickly left across the hallway.

What the hell is the Marquis of Eavon doing?

What kind of bullshit did you roast and boil your wife and daughter so that a wise wife would say something crazy like ‘If you’re thinking about taking me or not, don’t consider my doctor’?

I managed to get my head together and finally returned to my bedroom.

If arriving in the bedroom brought back peace, it wasn’t. It was because someone had been squashed with a blanket wrapped around the corner of the large bed.

“...is it a bunch?”

“trunnion.”

What was so sad about it was that his little lips were sticking out. The gaze looking up at him seemed to ask, ‘Why did you come here only now!’

I unknowingly burst into laughter and sat down on the bed.

“Since when have you been like this?”

“From the beginning.”

“When was the beginning? Ever since you came here?”

Nodding – I found it so cute that his small face was moving vigorously, so I hugged him and laid down on his back. The guy who harbored some sort of

dissatisfaction,

not knowing what it was, tried to resist my touch, but since his hand had already touched, resistance was meaningless. The wad was sucked into my arms and struggled limbs.

“why? What are you upset about? For not playing with me?”

“...I’m not mad...

“Then? Why did a guy who normally gets around just fine by himself stay in his room all this time?”

Instead of answering, he struggled, but as if he gave up, he buried his face under my neck and took a deep breath.

“smell. It smells strange.”

“...the smell. It should be the scent.”

“It smells.”

He rubbed his face against me again, whining something incomprehensible, perhaps dissatisfied. Even so, the continuous sniffing seemed to be looking for a body odor other than that of roses.

“Oooh.”

“Why are you doing this all of a sudden? huh?” While soothing the bundle, I suddenly remembered how he had been particularly shaken right after arriving at Lianwell. I thought it was just a surprise at the large crowd, but it seems that I felt something more negative than that.

“what’s the matter? Is it because you are anxious because there are too many people? Or do you have any bad memories of places like this?”

After calming down the frown for a while, Mungchi’s mouth opened again.

“I am anxious.”

“You are anxious. why?”

“Someone... I think someone is watching.”

“...Who do you think is watching? Do you feel that way?”

“yes.”

Ungchi recently reached level 32, and his agility reached a whopping 42 points.

This level was practically equivalent to a superpower, so if something strange happened to the guy’s senses, the probability that it was an illusion was close to zero.

Noticing that my expression was stiff, Mungchi continued to speak while hesitating.

“I am not a person.”

“Are you not a person? then?”

“It’s a ghost.”

“......ghost?”

be a ghost

It won’t be like a ghostly soul that is commonly thought of. I can detect that, and since there are Priest Okan and Princess Theodora, who are experts in exorcism, in our party, there is no way that a vengeful spirit will be idle.

“It’s a wad. Can you tell me a little more?”

“...I don’t know.”

Mungchi spit out words he couldn’t understand and buried his face in my arms.

He didn’t seem to be able to find the body odor he wanted, but he seemed satisfied with the warm body temperature and soft touch.

I comforted him without knowing why.

Moongchi fell asleep soundly like that, and after a while, I reached out for the sword belt I had left on the nightstand next to the bed.

It was because the shadows were swaying in the dark corner of the bedroom where the candles couldn’t reach.

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