The Founder of the Great Financial Family

Chapter 96 (2)

Unexpected news reached Lyon, which was crowded with foreigners like a rising tide.

It was the suicide of Benjamin, the former guild master of Lyon.

Not long ago, Benjamin, who had been expelled from the guild master's position, had hung himself in his study, unable to overcome his shame.

No one doubted that Benjamin had committed suicide since there was even a handwritten will.

The reason was obvious, and there was a will, so who would doubt it?

However, it was different for Rockefeller.

He was in a strange mood inside his shop as he learned of the news, knowing better than anyone that it was not a suicide.

'Did he take care of it?'

At that moment, Rockefeller could recall the mysterious assistant who had come to him.

He was a young man with a charming appearance and wavy silver hair.

'It could be. The head of the family has moved directly.'

As expected, the Ismail family, known for their assassinations, was a scary place.

They were the ones who could easily kill or save people depending on the need.

'It seems that they judged me to be more valuable than him. Otherwise, I would have been the one to commit suicide.'

The news that he would support the Second Prince in the upcoming Crown War must have sounded very sweet to the Ismail family.

Why else would they let him go after he had harmed the Black Label Union?

'Of course not.'

After finishing his thoughts, Rockefeller was about to immerse himself in his work again when an unwelcome guest appeared.

"You came again."

It was the same person who had come to be his assistant last time.

Introducing himself as Thomas Martel, the head of the Ismail family, he was Ricardo.

"Yes, I saw the help-wanted advertisement still outside. I thought I'd try again. Did you find someone to work with?"

No one else had come to learn from Rockefeller, and he found no suitable applicants, including Ricardo.

However, seeing that Ricardo had come twice, he seemed to have a purpose.

'Could he be here to monitor whether I will truly support the Second Prince in the Crown War?'

That thought crossed his mind, but another thought occurred to him.

'No, why would the head of the family personally monitor me?'

That was the question.

Usually, he would have someone else do it.

'Was the Crown War that important to him?'

"No, I haven't found anyone yet. I'm just picky when it comes to people."

Rockefeller hesitated for a moment.

He wondered whether to make up an excuse to send Ricardo away or to accept him as is.

'Even if I want to send him away, it won't be possible. He'll be around me one way or another.'

Might as well.

Rockefeller thought for a moment about keeping Ricardo by his side.

'If I think about it positively, it might be safer to have him by my side. There will be many people threatening me in the upcoming Crown War.'

What if someone who bears a grudge against him secretly sends an assassin?

It would be like sending a puppy into a tiger's den.

With that thought, Rockefeller couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Would you like to give it a try? I don't think waiting any longer will bring us a better candidate."

At that, Ricardo also replied with a delighted expression.

"I will do my best if given the opportunity."

"You can learn the work at your own pace. First, we have someone to meet today, so follow me."

It seemed Rockefeller had some business to attend to.

He stepped out of the store with his newly hired assistant.

The assistant, who was suddenly brought outside the store upon being hired, expressed his curiosity.

"Where are we going all of a sudden?"

This was a matter that Rockefeller could have handled on his own.

But why would he not bring along the strongest bodyguard he had?

"We have someone to meet today. Do you know about Baron Frank?"

Baron Frank.

He was the developer of the Magisteel Tank.

"I've heard the name."

"He's the developer of the Magisteel Tank. I heard that the factory's situation has been quite bad lately."

"Is there a reason for visiting them because of their poor situation?"

Could he be considered an assistant?

In any case, Rockefeller thought it was okay to inform him since he came on his own accord and answered his question.

"Their situation is bad because they lack money. To run the factory, they need to cover research expenses and labor costs. If they can't afford it, the factory won't operate. We're going there to solve that problem."

"You're not going to help them for free, right?"

"Of course not."

The Magisteel Tank was the empire's unique firepower weapon against the monstrous weapons of other races.

There was no weapon as important as the Magisteel Tank in the war.

'The Magisteel Tank is important in many ways. It's necessary for the upcoming Gold Mine War.'

"We will demand a share in their business in exchange for helping them. Then we will become the owners of the Magisteel Tank, just like Baron Frank."

Rockefeller, who knew the outcome of the Magisteel Tank, was confident, but Ricardo, who had heard various bad news related to the Magisteel Tank, showed a slightly skeptical attitude.

"Are you sure you're not wasting money? I've heard about the Magisteel Tank, and it's said to be just a pile of scrap metal."

"It may be like that now. But if development goes well, no one knows what will happen later."

"It's just that the rumors are too bad."

"We'll find out later. After all, it's our business."

Rockefeller smiled slightly.

"We have a lot of money, so there's not much to lose even if we spend it there. Even if it fails, it's not a big deal."

Having a lot of money?

Of course, as the head of the Lyon Guild, it wasn't wrong.

"But it seems like quite a lot of money will be needed, right? I've heard that the cost of the Magisteel that goes into it alone is quite high."

To that, Rockefeller confidently replied.

"We can afford all of it. Why? Because we have this."

When Rockefeller took out Goblin Dollars from his pocket, Ricardo narrowed his eyes slightly.

Lately, in the Lyon Guild, that strange paper money was being used like real money.

Thanks to the convenient paper money, gold and silver coins had gradually disappeared.

'In the past, some promissory notes issued by the bank were used as money among a few people, but it wasn't as widely used as it is now. But after he became the guild leader, it completely changed. Everyone is using Goblin Dollars.'

The Goblin Dollars, which replaced gold coins, were spreading throughout the empire at a terrifying speed.

Since Goblin Dollars were exchangeable for gold coins, no one had any problems with it.

To be precise, they didn't know the reason, so they left it alone.

'I've heard that he printed promissory notes with nonexistent gold coins... Is this an extension of that?'

It was a matter unrelated to him.

But he still had that thought.

The Rockefeller he was with might be deceiving the entire empire.

'He may be a person with scarier thoughts than he appears.'

"What does that have to do with it?"

When Ricardo asked about the Goblin Dollars he had taken out, Rockefeller still had a smiling face.

"No matter how much Baron Frank wants."

If he had intended to lend gold coins, there would have been a limit.

After all, the amount of gold coins he had was limited.

But there was no limit to the Goblin Dollars issued with that collateral.

As much as the other party wanted, he could just print and give them.

That was the terrifying aspect of Goblin Dollars.

'This is truly Show me the money.'

"Everything can be replaced with this. It's the magic we possess, after all."

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