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Slumped on the floor, the despondent Eirbower Duke raised his head and looked at Charlotte. It might have been a mirage, but he thought that he saw a divine golden radiance coming from her, almost as if she was a goddess—the Goddess of Fortune.

The good thing about civilizations was that most problems could be easily resolved by an exchange of resources. As the frequency of resource exchange went up, humans actualized the concept of money in order to better facilitate such exchanges. No one could deny the extrinsic value of money.

It is often said that there is no problem in the world that can’t be solved with money; if not, it could only mean that the offered money isn’t enough.

The Sorofyas had a slightly different interpretation of that saying.

Anything that can be solved with money isn’t a problem.

“H-how much again?”

The Eirbower Duke stared at the glowing Goddess of Fortune before him with eyes widened in incredulity, unable to believe what he had just heard. So, Charlotte calmly repeated the figure once more with a smile.

“100,000.”

“!”

Those light words vanquished the indignation on the Eirbower Duke’s face, replacing it with an imposing disposition fitting for the ruler of the northern lands. His mana started to surge as he rose to his feet, fully showcasing his towering bear-like stature.

It felt like the sky had risen by three inches the moment the silent Eirbower Duke stood up. He had been so humble and money-minded in front of Charlotte and the others that even Roel forgot what kind of person he was till this moment.

Orsted Eirbower, Origin Level 2. Guardian of the Northern Lands.

This honest-looking man had once made a resounding name for himself in the Austine Empire before he returned home to inherit the title of the Eirbower Duke. Ironically, it was the decades serving as the Eirbower Duke that slowly caused the man who was once nicknamed ‘Incendiary Bear’ to slowly lose his temper.

Even the toughest man would have to bow down in the face of poverty.

Despite Orsted Eirbower’s miserly attitude, the huge sum of money he earned from the Blessing Festival every year would go to purchasing resources so that his people could safely tide through winter. Without this income, there was no way the freezing northern lands could possibly sustain so many people.

It was no exaggeration to say that the prosperity of the Eirbower Dukedom was closely related to the ‘miserly’ and ‘greedy’ attitude of the preceding Eirbower Dukes.

Roel couldn’t help but feel a little moved thinking about it.

Meanwhile, Orsted Eirbower took out a mysterious-looking whistle from his suit.

“Can I get it in terms of resources?”

“Of course. I’ll bear the cost of delivery.”

“Deal!”

Preeee!

Orsted blew his whistle the moment they came to a deal, producing a clear and surprisingly euphonious whistle sound. Within ten seconds, a humongous bear around the size of a truck barged through

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