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Chapter 193 - 139: Goodbye, Wild Boar Great Knight (4296)_1

Chapter 193: Chapter 139: Goodbye, Wild Boar Great Knight (4296)_1

In the first floor of the castle, Ivita, dressed casually, sat in the main seat. Knight Griffin, Black Wolf, the Old Witch and others were on his left, while five bankers from the Republic of Belisarius and Tartax were seated on his right.

The cook served up slaughtered chickens in front of everyone, surprisingly, each person had a chicken to themselves.

The Black Wolf and Griffin were astonished. Even for the sake of entertaining guests, such extravagance seemed unnecessary.

When did they become so wealthy?

Ivita ignored their thoughts. If it weren’t for learning water magic, he would not have allowed so many roosters and old hens bought from civilians to be killed.

However, since the Washbasin Water Magic only required chicken blood, they simply prepared chicken soup and roast chicken to serve the guests.

After thanking the God of All Things and Ivita for their hospitality, the bankers took a sip of the chicken soup, each of them nodding in satisfaction.

Despite this being a rural area compared to the Republic of Belisarius, everything was genuinely good here.

The simmered chicken soup was even more delicious than any other condiments.

Ivita addressed the guests and said, "Although it is considered impolite to discuss business at the dinner table according to etiquette..."

"But I prefer to be direct. I want to know how much money can I borrow from the banks in Belisarius. My guests?"

The bankers exchanged a glance.

They all felt that Ivita’s question was rather abrupt, but given that Ivita was a wizard, no one dared to test a wizard’s patience.

Therefore, no one dared to say a word.

Nor dared to show any dissatisfaction.

This was the advantage of status. Sometimes, power could cover many flaws.

Opal Brown seemed to be the lead banker. He hesitated for a moment, put down his fork, and said to Ivita, "Honorable Baron, we thank you for your generous hospitality."

"But before we discuss signing contracts, I want to know what you intend to do with the money?"

Ivita looked at Tartax, "How does what I want to do affect how much I can borrow?"

"Yes." Opal Brown apologized and bowed in respect. "Depending on different circumstances, we will provide you with corresponding reviews."

"Not only is your qualification to take out a loan important."

"But also the purpose of your loan is significant."

Ivita nodded. He understood. After all, borrowing money from a bank for gambling and borrowing for managing industries were two different concepts.

Ivita thought for a moment and said, "As you can see, the maintenance of my territory, especially the restoration of it, wouldn’t need a loan."

"But I want to go a step further, develop my territory, which would require a massive amount of money."

"I intend to develop some handcraft industries."

After Opal Brown listened, he whispered with his four colleagues.

After a short while, he turned to Ivita with an apologetic smile on his face, "May I ask what kind of handcraft industry you’re referring to, wool or cloth?"

"To our awareness, these industries have already been monopolized by several republics and cities within the Ambros Territory."

"If you want to join in at this stage, no matter how much money you invest, you may not achieve the results you expect."

Opal Brown understood that there was one type of loan that was challenging to approve.

That is, when noble lords want to develop new industries, especially the handicraft industry.

Because they usually end up losing everything.

Ambitious young lords always like to take shortcuts, but reality often responds coldly to them.

Lending money to such people results in no yield, and even the principal can’t be fully recovered.

Many bad debts in the National Bank of Belisarius occurred this way.

Opal Brown simply presumed that the lord in front of him, who was excessively young, was more than likely one of those people.

Tartax gave Ivita a look, hinting that he misspoke. Bankers hate it when borrowers talk like this.

Tartax laughed it off, "Actually, what Lord Ivita meant was the farmlands of peasants in his territory have suffered severe damage, and he wants to borrow money to develop agriculture in his domain, so to help the civilians get through this winter."

"It’s cold in winter. Without enough firewood and food, life can be harsh."

"Really?" The bankers eyed Tartax suspiciously.

No matter how they looked at it, it seemed like a smooth talk.

Developing agricultural production and establishing a new handicraft industry are entirely different.

For bankers, honestly developing agriculture indicates that although lord might be slow to repay, he is an excellent asset that can repay.

The latter, however, is highly risky.

Opal Brown asked Ivita, "My lord, do you actually intend to borrow money to restore your territory?"

Under Tartax’s almost suffocating gaze, Ivita shook his head and then said, "No, Tartax did not tell the truth."

"Not only do I want to restore this territory, but I also want to make this territory extremely prosperous, and let the people living in this territory enjoy the most affluent life in Ambros."

This was also linked to the growth of his sky attribute magic power.

Tartax wanted to cover his face.

Not just because of the dubious looks of the five bankers, but also because he knew that in the eyes of these realistic bankers, Ivita’s words just now lowered his credit score even further.