‘No, no matter how small the village bank is, they just lend money and don’t check the goods?’
Shouldn’t the bank staff be this sloppy? That’s why conmen were rampant in the streets!
In addition, the bundles of cash he hander over were not only large but also quite thick. How much was it all? I think it’d be hundreds of thousands of resos at best.
‘…It’s suspicious.’
I glared at the banker without immediately accepting the large sum of money he handed over. I was so nervous that I was tapping my fingertips on the table while my mind raced.
“I think the amount is wrong.”
“There is nothing wrong. Oriharcons are so precious that it is said to only exist in legends.”
Of course, the banker may have recognized the true value of Oriharcon right away without any emotion, but I couldn’t shake off the weird feeling and shook my head. Because if you try to catch a roe deer, you end up missing the rabbit.
“No, I’ll just borrow 3,000 resos.”
It was money that could take Adrian and Lucas to the Great Temple. Anyway, if I became a saint, I’d receive a certain amount of support, and once I started mining, I would become the richest person in the empire. There was no need to be blinded with greed over money.
“No way.”
I was stunned and laughed at the bank teller’s firm answer. Refusing to lend less money, there were banks like this.
“What? Why?”
“That is our bank’s internal regulations. Jewelry mortgages are fundamentally 10,000 resos.”
It couldn’t be helped. I nodded my head calmly at the employee’s explanation.
“Then I’ll borrow 10,000 resos.”
“Take at least 100,000… With that money, His Highness can’t even buy proper clothes.”
The employee muttered something but it was too low to even hear.
“Now, here’s 10,000 resos. And take a souvenir from your visit to the bank.”
“A souvenir?”
Was he giving out New Year’s calendar? Undoubtedly, my eyes widened when I received the large envelope from him.
“It looks like clothes.”
What bank gives you clothes as a souvenir?
“Our bank recently started a dressmaking business.”
“Oh, I don’t need this…”
“Business hours are over. Goodbye.”
I wanted to reject the souvenir from the brazen man, but he immediately jumped up and closed the window.
* * *
The clothes I got as a souvenir from the bank were a suit that fit Adrian perfectly, as if they were custom made. When the cheap dye that covered his brilliant blonde was almost gone, he showed off the appearance of a precious young man dressed in the black-gray suit.
‘Of course, since you are the prince, you are a precious young man…’
However, the problem was that his behavior wasn’t like that. Adrian couldn’t stand still for a moment and sobbed, perhaps because the suit he would’ve always worn was uncomfortable. People who approached him because of his looks retreated as he sat down and scratched his neck.
‘I think it’s drawing too much attention.’
I thought at the back of my mind, pulling the cravat around Adrian’s neck to hide the leash.
“Be patient even if it’s inconvenient, Rian. They say comfortable clothing is prohibited in the Great Temple.”
Of course, this didn’t apply to Lucas who was a slave. He smiled and tapped Adrian’s abs as if to joke.
“Being a slave is sometimes advantageous.”
“Lucas, get ready too. I’m planning to apply for your status change in the Great Hall as well.”
“Status change?”
Lucas’ smile disappears at my words. I flinched at his cold gaze that revealed his naturally wild sharpness.
“Yes, status change.”
“What are you talking about?”
Why is he angry when I said I’ll free him from slavery? I don’t understand his reaction as Lucas came close with a frown on his face. Due to his considerable height, he lowered his head toward me, and his eyes suddenly turned dark.
“I won’t do a status change or anything like that.”
“What?”
“I told you I’d live as a slave for the rest of my life.”
I don’t know why but his words to live as a slave for the rest of his life sounded so chilling. Lucas slowly caressed the back of my neck, giving me goosebumps and scaring me.
“Say something like status change one more time…” he said like a threat.
“Oh, I won’t…”
What can I do with those cutthroat eyes? I had no choice but to abandon the idea.
Lucas grinned as if he thought I was cute when I was so scared.
“Yeah. Don’t. I told you I’d die in front of the master.”
What kind of a slave in this world would threaten his master like this? It was a moment that was incredibly shocking that I tried to push him away.
“Young Lady Edith Abina?”
The clean scent of moonshine magically swirled around my body.
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