The Founder of the Great Financial Family

Chapter 97 (2)

At the question, Rockefeller smiled and replied.

"The development of the magic stone tank is good for everyone. Even now, dozens, hundreds of people are dying every day at the empire's borders due to friction with other forces. If magic stone tanks are deployed in such places, the sacrifices will naturally decrease."

As Ricardo slightly narrowed his eyes, Rockefeller continued.

"For the greater good, some sacrifices from the public must be accepted. Wasn't it the same with the Flame War? If Bastard Dallant hadn't been born, the empire would be in a different state now."

"We could help with gold coins instead of Goblin Dollars."

"I wonder if you're really the assistant I hired."

"......"

Not knowing what to say, Ricardo remained silent, and Rockefeller eased the tense atmosphere with a faint smile.

"Money is something that should never run out. In that sense, we intend to help Count Frank with Goblin Dollars instead of gold coins. Goblin Dollars won't deplete our money no matter how they are used. But gold coins aren't the same. Gold coins are depleted as they are used. It's best to save them."

Rockefeller's expression was quite serious.

"And one thing to keep in mind. If you want to work with me on this, you must completely change your previous thoughts. Will you stand with the public and represent their position, or deceive them and work with me?"

He knew that Ricardo was the head of an assassin family.

But Rockefeller acted as if he didn't know, perfectly pretending.

"Will you rule over them?"

What Ricardo thought when he saw Rockefeller's appearance was only one thing.

'A dangerous but beautiful person.'

He, too, was the head of one of the empire's three great families, the Ismails.

A person who longed for the word "rule" more than anyone else.

If the emperor sitting on the throne and other family heads tried to rule over the public with power and authority alone.

This person, despite being a commoner by birth, was trying to rule over them with something completely different.

Ricardo felt a lot in this position.

'This is the first time I've met such a charming opponent.'

For him, others were just meat pieces standing on two legs and moving.

Those who could be killed and saved according to necessity.

But for the first time, someone appeared who he wanted to keep alive.

His thoughts were too beautiful and intense.

"I seem to have made a mistake. If my words were rude, please forgive me."

"It's not that serious. But I hope you change your mind from now on. That's what I'm saying, to think from our position, not the public's."

"I understand your thoughts, Lord Rockefeller. I seem to have been very ignorant."

"Wait a moment. I am not yet a formal noble. Yet you call me Lord Rockefeller......"

"It's just a matter of time. The royal family will soon appoint you as the head of the Lyon Guild. And I am your assistant. It's only natural for me to show respect to you, the guild leader."

Although it was a bit uncomfortable, Rockefeller let it pass.

"Then do as you please. But it's quite awkward. Lord Rockefeller......"

"You'll get used to it soon. And you don't have to be so formal with me, your assistant."

Rockefeller then waved his hand.

"I'm comfortable with this, so I'll do it this way for now."

The two resumed their halted steps.

During that time.

Ricardo, who suddenly had another question, asked Rockefeller.

"About the Goblin Dollars you mentioned earlier. I suddenly thought, if they were to issue them using ordinary paper that can be obtained in the market, not the paper from the Sinclair family, wouldn't that also be a problem?"

It was a thought that could be done.

However, Rockefeller knew that it was impossible and shook his head before answering.

"That's impossible."

"Why?"

"Since Goblin Dollars are issued with gold coins as collateral, if some banker issues them indiscriminately without considering that, there won't be any gold coins left due to the returned Goblin Dollars."

"Couldn't it be exchanged for gold coins at another bank?"

"Each bank has the ability to distinguish counterfeit promissory notes. I can do it too."

Rockefeller took out something like a magnifying glass from his pocket.

It was a special artifact for identification made by the Sinclair family.

"With this, there's no need to exchange counterfeit Goblin Dollars for gold coins."

Ricardo nodded his head.

"I see."

"In my opinion, the chances of bankers affiliated with the guild creating counterfeit Goblin Dollars are low. Rather, it's the ignorant commoners who will try to deceive us and everyone else with counterfeit Goblin Dollars."

"That would be a problem."

Counterfeit Goblin Dollars had been a problem Rockefeller had been thinking about since he first conceived of them.

"But there's a solution."

Rockefeller was not from here.

Therefore, he could also bring a solution to the problem of counterfeit Goblin Dollars from there.

"Although not immediately, if Goblin Dollars become popularized, I plan to solve all counterfeit issues through magic called blockchain."

"Blockchain?"

"You probably haven't heard of it. I only know the concept. But since there's magic, I don't think it would be too difficult to implement what I had in mind."

The completion of Goblin Dollars through blockchain. [T/N: Cryptocurrency in the medieval era?!]

That was the ultimate currency Rockefeller wanted.

And when that is achieved. We will no longer need to consider the Sinclair family when issuing Goblin Dollars. Then, the paper woven with blockchain magic will be safer than the paper they provided.

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