The Founder of the Great Financial Family

‘You don’t seem to like seeing me here – Well, he did want me to plough his fields under him. But what should we do? It seems things didn’t go your way,’ – Rockefeller thought. 

“By the way, what brings you here?” When he asked the lord his business instead of Carter, the lord coughed a few times awkwardly – Rockefeller snickered internally – before explaining why. 

“Is there any other reason? If I’ve borrowed money, then I should pay the interest – I’m here to pay the interest from the amount borrowed a month ago – it’s time, isn’t it?” 

When the lord finished talking, he nodded his chin to the Seers who had followed. The Seer took out a pouch of silver coins and put it down in front of Rockefeller. 

“It should be right, but count it anyway. It should be the right amount since I had the new tax collector do it,” 

Rockefeller opened the pouch of silvers and began counting the Shillings brought by the lord.

Carter, who had pasted on a smile that didn’t suit him, spoke to the lord since he would be bored waiting.

“How’s work going these days? Wasn’t the loan from last time related to the Orc extermination?” 

“It’s going very well. I called the most reputable mercenaries I could find – the Hound Mercenaries,” 

“Ah, I see. Come to think of it, yesterday, some people who might have been the Hound Mercenaries stopped by our store,” 

“I suppose they must have. They would need some shillings while stopping by – wouldn’t it be inconvenient to use Talents in this territory?” 

“Of course,” 

“Did you get in trouble with them? They’re as wild as the rumours say,” 

“They didn’t make much noise, but when you look that rugged, I suppose you would get treated like a bunch of vagrants,” 

“A bunch of vagrants?” The lord grinned and commented, 

“Unlike how they look, you don’t know how great they are. They do everything for the right price. Especially on the battlefield, there are so many rumours about them that people would piss their pants from making eye contact,” 

Rockefeller, who had finished counting the interest that he had brought in, suddenly spoke, 

“Yes, that’s everything here,” when he glanced up and met the lord’s gaze, he bowed again. 

Carter, who had watched the interaction, began speaking to the lord again – he had heard many things here and there that he wanted to talk about.

“By the way, my lord,” 

When the lord looked at him, Carter raised a question that he had considered. For him, the fact that it had been the Hound Mercenaries that had been hired was a point of confusion – it was like hiring a tiger just to catch a rabbit. 

“I’ve been wondering, why did you hire the Hound Mercenaries? Aren’t they famous enough that even I, a goldsmith on the outskirts, knows of them? Wouldn’t it have been better to use local mercenaries or more affordable ones if it was simply for the sake of exterminating orcs?” 

When Carter mentioned the economic part of things, the lord smiled,

“The situation isn’t like that,” 

The lord shook his head and went on to say, 

“Yes, as you say, for the sake of subjecting orcs, calling them in might not match their qualifications. Even if it wasn’t them, there are many cheaper ways to solve this problem,”

“So why did you call the Hound Mercenaries? Or would there be a deep meaning I wouldn’t know?”

“What do you mean by deep?”

Seeing the lord’s confident smile, Rockefeller could be sure there was a reason for it. 

‘Looks like there’s something we don’t know.’ 

The lord continued, 

“I’ve heard that there’s a sorcerer in the Orc’s pack that we will need to defeat,” 

Carter looked extremely surprised at the answer, 

“What? A sorcerer? So there’s a sorcerer in the Orc pack that they are going to subjugate?”

Orc Sorcerer. 

In human terms, it was a mage. 

Since most people would tremble at the thought of a mage, Carter was very surprised when it was revealed that there was a sorcerer among the orcs. 

And Rockefeller wasn’t any different? 

An Orc Sorcerer?

“Is that true?” He asked quickly, 

“Although we can’t be sure, one of the Seers who went out for reconnaissance happened to spot what might have been an Orc Sorcerer. I considered it carefully since we can’t take such a thing lightly,” 

Only then did Rockefeller understand why the lord had bothered to hire the Hound Mercenaries. 

It wasn’t a simple case of hunting rabbits, after all.