Translator: Tani

“Azrak Goldmine? I think I’ve heard of that.” 

“Yes, it was one of the more well-known gold mines on the continent. But now, I hear that all the gold veins have dried up and died and that this territory had been incorporated into the imperial territory after the dwarves withdrew from it,”

The little girl pointed out the small possibility of hope, 

“If there was such a big gold vein int he past, wouldn’t it still be there?” 

The man however, denied even the small possibility of such a thing, 

“My lady, the dwarves, who care more for gold than their own limbs, would not be that soft. If there were any gold veins alive on this land, there would be no reason for them to abandon it. But they left – without any regrets.That means this land is already dead.” 

As thought to emphasise his words, the man continued,

“There’s a good reason for everything in the world, My Lady,” 

The girl lost what she could say when even the idea that there was gold in this land that could cause conflict had been dried up. 

What was clear was that there was definitely a problem with those strange promissory notes issued by this Banco. 

However in order for those problems to arise, the situation in this land had to take a turn for the worse or the Lord’s credit status had to be disturbed. 

But since there was no way to point that out anymore, she as an outsider, could not take any further issue with it. 

“Is that so?” 

Well, if there was no specific or immediate problem then getting involved was rather a nuisance. 

Rockefeller, who watched their exchange closely, judged that the girl would probably not throw out any other issues on the subject and said, 

“Thank you very much for your concern about our shop, but if the Lord’s credit is strong, there will likely be no problems,” 

She had exchanged her promissory notes for Talents. 

All of her questions had been answered too. 

When there was nothing more to see, the girl looked at the man and the man acted quickly, having understood the meaning. 

“Then, shall we go?” 

The girl who turned to follow the man without reply, suddenly turned back and asked Rockfeller and unexpected question, 

“What if – what if there was a problem with the Lord’ credit? It probably won’t happen, but what if it does?” 

1 in 10-thousand. 

What would you do if that 1 in 10-thousand thing happened? 

Rockefeller paused at the girls question. Then he answered without a lie. 

“At that time, we would somehow find a way to get the money we lent back no matter what.” 

The girl had asked the question without expected much a response.

However, the girl was surprised, and even the man, who was holding the door at the threshold of the shop turned around and looked at Rockefeller. 

Would such words come from a 15-year-old boy?

At that moment, they could no longer see Rockefeller as the young banco assistant who lowered himself to deal with nobility. 

Sitting in that chair behind the counter, he looked like a devilish creditor, who would do anything to get his money back. 

“If I am unable to receive money from my Lord, I’ll take something of corresponding worth instead. If there is no money to reimburse his debt, then the rights of his castle and his lordship – and if he didn’t even have that, then the land would do. If he didn’t have the land, then I would take the Lord’s soul.” 

Rockefeller once again smiled the bright and innocent smile at the two, who had yet to move another step. 

“After all, we never do business that causes a loss.”