The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 194 - 139: Meeting the Wild Boar Great Knight Again (4296)_2

Chapter 194: Chapter 139: Meeting the Wild Boar Great Knight Again (4296)_2

You shouldn’t discuss dreams in front of a banker.

To maintain politeness, Opal Brown could only say to Ivita, "You... you can’t just tell us stories."

"We need you to present better credentials, to prove to the officials of the National Bank, that investing capital in you is something even the God of All Things would deem correct."

"According to you, even if we here agree to lend you money, I’m afraid it may not pass the officials of the National Bank."

This was, of course, just a polite way of putting it.

In fact, Opal Brown was regretting coming here at all.

He was somewhat reluctant to grant the loan.

By the dining table, the old witch bit into half a chicken and gave Opal Brown a cold smirk, causing a chill to run down his spine.

Opal Brown was slightly scared, his hands shaking as he held the cutlery.

Indeed.

This was, after all, the territory of wizards and witches.

Black Wolf, on the other hand, cared little and merely focused on gnawing at the chicken leg in his hand. He and Griffin were both warriors.

They had nothing to do with these loans and bank affairs.

So, they simply turned a deaf ear to the conversation between Opal Brown and Ivita.

They didn’t understand, and didn’t want to worry about it.

Ivita snapped her fingers, commanding the butler to dispatch sixteen muscular soldiers to carry four boxes filled with cast iron in front of the table.

"I believe there’s been a misunderstanding."

"What I’ve spoken of isn’t a tale, but reality."

"The new industry I wish to develop isn’t something from the future, but has already happened."

Ivita commanded the soldiers to open a box. The dark iron blocks were more captivating than the most precious pearls, drawing the attention of all the men in the room.

Black Wolf, still holding his chicken leg asked casually, "Do we really have so much cast iron in our territory now?"

Ivita nodded and pointed at the cast iron, saying, "This is the cast iron produced in our territory in the half a month since we left."

"It will be sold to Parviga."

Turning to the five bankers, she smiled. "Gentlemen, it seems you are lacking confidence. Hence, I brought these iron pieces to bolster it."

The faces of the five bankers changed at the sight of the four boxes of cast iron.

"Are these really all cast iron?"

"Have you mastered the technology to mass-produce cast iron?"

"If this territory has the technology to produce cast iron, it will become one of the most important regions in Ambros."

The five bankers left the dining table, came to the boxes, opened them one by one, and checked them carefully.

Soon, smiles appeared on their faces.

Especially Opal Brown, who overlooked Ivita’s taunts.

For bankers, only interest mattered. Against a wealthy client’s mockery, they’d only think it was Ivita’s unique sense of humour, finding her amusing.

Opal Brown understood.

This was not merely valuable assets, it was a godsend.

It was unparalleled wealth, almost falling into one’s lap.

Opal Brown apologised directly to Ivita, "I’m sorry, Baron. My stupidity has wasted a lot of your time."

Smiling, he asked, "May I ask, how much loan do you need?"

"We can offer various loan methods. The most conventional is for you to repay a portion of the loan each month."

"Of course, there’s also the method of paying back the principal and interest in a lump-sum at the end of the final year."

"This method is generally only offered to our most creditworthy clients, like yourself."

"Generally speaking, you’d be charged an interest rate of 2% if the loan term is for a year. For a 10-year term, the interest rate is 30%."

"How much do you need to borrow, and for how many years?"

Ivita’s eyes lit up, "What’s the maximum loan limit you can approve for me?"

If it’s to be repaid after ten years, she’d borrow as much as they’d lend.

After all, who can predict what will happen in ten years?

Maybe, in a few years, she’d already have become a Great Lord.

Opal Brown laughed, "From us, the most we can lend you is seven thousand gold pounds."

"Any more than that would require higher-level auditing, a cumbersome process. Just certifying credentials can take over a year."

"If it’s below seven thousand, it’s not as troublesome. I can make the decision."

Ivita was somewhat disappointed.

But it was normal. If one could casually borrow, even though banks have their own army to forcefully demand repayment, it would be too much trouble.

Ivita said, "Then let it be seven thousand gold pounds, to be repaid in ten years."

"So, in ten years, I have to repay your bank nine thousand one hundred gold pounds, correct?"

Opal Brown laughed, saying, "Yes."

With the cast iron Ivita had shown him, he was completely at ease with the loan.

Then, with Tartax’s assistance, Ivita spent some time signing the contract with these guys.

And Opal Brown pledged that in about a week, he’d have a professional team escort the gold pounds to Ivita’s territory.

Thus Ivita breathed a sigh of relief, which meant her territory could now develop at a faster pace.

In such a chaotic situation, only strength could offer protection.

Ivita lifted her fork and knife and said to everyone, "Eat, everyone."

The others also happily picked up their cutlery.

...

Having seen off the bankers, Ivita spent every day studying the second stage of the Spirit Mirror Divination and the Washbasin Magic.