At this moment, Huck's thoughts had already flown outside the villa, eager to report immediately to the headquarters there, hoping to personally report this matter to the chief before he clocked off.

The Holy City doesn't only have the Imperial Royal Bank; he believes that Prince Colin's money lender must not only be him.

As for why it's Colin, is that even a question?

Who would recognize Dantes, an obscure surname, for pulling out the Vault key?

Seeing Huck's absent-mindedness, Edmond did not linger, courteously saw him to the downstairs, then returned to the second-floor study, watching this gentleman disappear at the street corner of King Street.

Honestly, not to mention Mr. Huck, even he felt like the events just now were like a dream.

One million Gold Coins...

By Saint Sis, he's becoming more and more numb to the feeling of money.

As Huck left the mansion, the door next to the study silently opened, Lumier and Baron Ticky Cosia walked in one after the other.

Seeing these two faces both master and friend, Edmond breathed a sigh of relief, took out a handkerchief to wipe the fine sweat off his forehead, forcing a smile that was both reluctant and somewhat smug.

"How did the two of you think I performed just now?"

"Not bad, you've got one-tenth of my skills already." Ticky nodded appreciatively.

Lumier glanced at him, smiled meaningfully, and made no comment.

Having one-tenth of the Baron's skill isn't bad.

Edmond took this sentence as affirmation and finally relaxed his tense shoulders.

However, there's still a hint of uneasiness in his heart, hesitated for a long time before finally casting his gaze towards Lumier, who hadn't spoken.

"The bank side is settled, but for the White Dew District infrastructure renovation project, we haven't formally discussed it yet, is it really okay to release the information like this now?"

Once Huck returns, he will certainly inquire about the news at the White Dew District's office.

Although he previously met the district governor and had a nice chat, they aren't familiar enough for the other party to take risks for him.

Seeing Edmond's timid demeanor, Ticky couldn't help but laugh.

A mere district governor amounts to nothing?

This matter has nothing to do with him at all.

At this moment, Ticky obviously forgot his cowardly demeanor in front of General Hamoldon.

But people are like this, once they endure the storm, they completely forget the version of themselves praying to the Divine in the cabin.

Lumier wasn't mocking Edmond's insight, but in a very light voice, he conveyed Lord Demon King's advice to him.

"If you keep hiding and hesitating, then this matter will most likely fail."

"However, as long as your momentum is strong enough, strong enough that the Nobles in the White Dew District are leveraged, burdened with debts—"

"This project will naturally succeed."

...

An invisible storm is quietly brewing over the Imperial Royal Bank.

And at the same time, less than five kilometers from the Imperial Royal Bank headquarters at the Imperial Royal Arena, the boiling atmosphere surged over the crowd-packed ring stands, charging straight into the sky!

The clamorous sound waves seemed to shatter the clouds in the sky, as dazzling sunlight poured onto the wide and crowded venue, bringing a heat not belonging to this autumn season.

Seated in a corner of the stand, Frey Devor looked at the bustling venue with excitement, enjoying along with the surrounding people.

However, the sidekick beside him displayed a bitter face, mumbling.

"Lord Devor, do we really have to sit here? There's absolutely nothing to see from here..."

His build grew horizontally, standing in the crowd like a squashed pumpkin, only able to see the back of the heads in the front row.

"Stop complaining, you're lucky to have a view at all, think about who's bought you the ticket, without me, you wouldn't even afford the fare!" Frey snapped impatiently at his companion's complaints, eyes askew.

That's the hard truth.

Several young men reluctantly sat down but quickly got drawn into the lively atmosphere inside the arena, soon ignoring their complaints.

Frey fetched a bronze telescope, flaunted it briefly, then began surveying around.

His expression was ostentatious, muttering all along.

"Look at those Knights; they sure put on a show, though who knows how much real skill they have."

The youths beside him burst into agreeing laughter upon hearing this.

"Lord Devor, If you enter the arena, you'll surely outshine them by a hundred times!"

Frey smiled proudly.

"Of course, my riding skills you've seen... It's just a shame learning martial arts is a job for the lower class, my father insists I study Magic instead."

Actually, he couldn't even be bothered to learn Magic; learning it not only requires memorizing loads of knowledge but also cultivating one's temperament, its tediousness no less boring than listening to Priests recite the Holy Word Book in the chapel.

Of course, upon hearing this everyone showered praises, all about how talented Lord Little Devor is and sure to expand the Devor family's reputation.

Several citizens nearby heard the offensive words and fiercely glared at Frey, but dared not to speak up.

This guy obviously belonged to a Noble family.

Although hitting a brick randomly in the Holy City can likely hit two Nobles, these aloof individuals are still above offense from ordinary citizens like them.

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