The Founder of the Great Financial Family

Chapter 52 (2)

Isabella also looked surprised, but they just needed to take care of their gold coins and leave.

No matter what happened in this territory afterward, it had nothing to do with them.

"I guess so."

"Yes, then we'll start the exchange, miss."

"Okay."

Rockefeller came out with a pouch of gold coins and placed it in front of them.

"Here, it's a total of 100 dalants."

The pouch of gold coins was quite heavy, but it was not a problem for a mage who could store something in their own space.

Jason used magic to levitate the pouch of gold coins and moved it into his own space.

Maintaining a specific space also consumed a certain amount of magical power.

The more items and weight stored in the space, the more magical power was consumed, which was why Jason only exchanged the gold coins he needed right away.

The rest of the gold coins could be exchanged at a bank in another territory with the other promissory notes they received here.

'What I wanted to check here was whether the promissory note given by the lord was effective or not.'

"Good job, boy."

As Jason finished speaking and was about to leave with the pouch of gold coins, Isabella, who had been quietly sitting, began to speak to Rockefeller.

"Commoner, you said your name is Rockefeller?"

At her interest, Jason, who was about to leave, paused and glanced at her.

'Here she goes again.'

It wasn't surprising.

It wasn't a bad idea to clear up any curiosity on the spot.

However, what Jason found somewhat uncomfortable was that her interest in this place was not magic but money games related to finance.

Finance was neither more noble nor more sophisticated than magic; rather, it was a lowly knowledge.

'I wish she'd just ask and be done with it. There's no need for her to know.'

Jason had no interest in what would happen later here.

What did it have to do with him, and what benefit would there be?

But she was a very curious person.

"Yes, that's right. You even remember my name, miss."

"I have a question."

"Please ask. I'm listening."

She narrowed her eyes slightly and soon asked what she was curious about.

"We're done with this deal, so we have no more business in this territory, but from what I see, there seems to be a big problem for you in the future... What do you think about this?"

At her question, Rockefeller shook his head with a puzzled expression.

"Problem? What problem are you talking about?"

Last time, he had unnecessarily extended the conversation in front of the heroine and suffered a loss, so this time, he pretended not to know, and her expression hardened slightly.

She seemed a little disappointed.

"You know what the problem is, don't you?"

"I don't know what problem you're talking about..."

"The promissory notes. The ones the lord wrote for me, trusting only his credit. Do you think there won't be any problems with them?"

"Yes, of course. The lord is like the sky, right? Can there be any problems with the promissory notes written by the sky?"

"The lord... is like the sky?"

"Yes, the sky. What could go wrong with the promissory notes written by the lord who is like the sky? There's no problem."

"Really? Do you really think so?"

"Yes! Of course, I think so."

Although the conversation seemed pointless, she was the owner of the "true eye."

Her true eye clearly saw the dark intentions of Rockefeller.

However, she didn't know exactly what that dishonest intention meant.

Whether it was a natural greed that came with being a bank assistant, or if there was another intention behind it.

It was impossible to tell.

"Miss, as I said before..."

As Jason tried to persuade her, she noticed and stopped him first by raising her hand to cover his mouth.

Unlike before, she had grown in her own way.

She clearly knew the power and limitations of her true eye.

That's why she closed his mouth first when he tried to step in unnecessarily.

Jason, who received her signal and closed his mouth, slightly frowned.

'It's a waste of time. It's meaningless.'

No matter what Jason, who came with her, thought.

She wanted to make sure why she came here.

"To be honest, from what I've seen, you're not honest at all. I can tell that much with my true eye."

Just as she knew the limitations of her true eye, Rockefeller also knew the limitations of her power.

'I know. You couldn't even read the protagonist's inner thoughts. What can you know with such a crude ability?'

"Honest? Well, I don't know. I just said what I thought."

As he spoke like a slippery snake, Isabella smiled instead.

"I knew you'd say that. I thought about how you'd talk while coming here, and I was sure you'd say that."

She nodded her head as if she had found the answer inside herself, and turned her body halfway while keeping her gaze on him.

As she pretended to leave, Rockefeller narrowed his eyes slightly and watched her, and she left her last words before leaving.

"If my hunch is right, you'll get the money you lent to the lord back one way or another. If that happens, the lord here will lose his power, and you'll become a completely different person, one who can't even be compared to who you are now. That might even be... a noble."

As expected of the heroine, she wasn't a fool.

Rockefeller laughed inwardly when she continued her words.

"But if that's not the case, you'll become a beggar in an instant."

After assuming two situations, she finally sent a meaningful smile.

"If I have a chance to come back here in the future, I'll be able to see what happened to you. One way or another, the result will be there."

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