Chapter 168: Everyone love money (2/2)

If they could place some girls around the future king…

”Stupid woman, do you want our death?”

Hermes rebuked her roughly, his face paling.

The moment his wife made that proposal, his skill Gambling Instinct screamed so hard he felt like he was about to go mad.

Honestly, even without his skill, with all he knew now he would need to be some crazy bastard to try to scheme against Sol.

”Why?”

The duchess was clearly surprised. In all their years of marriage, even though they sometimes had different opinions about their plans, he had never screamed like this at her.

”I am sorry for screaming.”

Hermes apologized first before continuing, ”But don't even think about it. Do not even show your girls to the prince. Anyway, if he really wanted any of them, he would have been tempted by the maids during the last visit.”

Understanding that her husband wouldn't explain anymore, she simply nodded, and said, ”Then, I will ask the maid to be careful in their actions.”

”Do so.”

Once the duchess left, Hermes now alone, turned toward the corner of the room,

”Hahaha, Theresa, I guess you heard everything?”

”Hum? About the honey trap? Hahaha. Don't worry, this is pretty common.”

The secret door opened and let out the cute and smiling Theresa.

”Honestly, in any other circumstance, I would have helped you. Having one of your nieces or distant relatives entering Sol's harem would be useful. But heh, let's just say that my friends are not particularly fond of honey traps. Kukuku~!”

Theresa knew that this was the understatement of the year.

If a woman with sketchy motives came close to Sol, Lilith would cut her without hesitation, or Camelia would mind control her first to ascertain how dangerous she could be.

'Once bitten, twice shy.'

”Anyways, the king contacted me so that I could propose a secret deal with Sol. Seems like the council is as useless as always. A bunch of old fossils who never wish to take responsibility.”

The country of Greed Dike was also known as the country of contract. There, every word, every action, who you talked to, how long you talked to them.

All of this had to be taken into account.

You never knew when you could be backstabbed by even your closest family members.

She knew it. After all, she did kill her own brother.

Hermes, who had some basic understanding about the way Greed Dike functioned shrugged.

”I guess he has no choice. It's clear that Lustburg is on the line between decline and rise to prominence. Everything will depend on the war against Wratharis. I guess the king wishes to bet on Lustburg.”

”That is so. That old man is a crafty bastard. Impeaching Lustburg in the open to please Wratharis but holding hand with Lustburg in secret. No matter who wins, even if he doesn't get any benefits, he will face no loss either.”

This was how merchants worked. It was impossible to always make profits. So the greatest skill a merchant could have was to understand how to minimize potential loss.

”Anyways, just warn your wife to be careful. I am going to prepare myself. Can't look bad in front of my godson and my surrogate daughter.”

Hearing this, Hermes couldn't help but ask, ”I have been wondering. But, do you not plan to have an heir?”

”Hahaha! And risk dying by the hand of my own child? No thanks. Look at me! I am rich, pretty and I have friends in high places all over the world. Life is beautiful as it is now. Perhaps in my later years, I will take some young boys and play around for a short while. Anyways, all my fortune will belong to Sol after my death.”

Laughing like this, she went back to the secret chamber in order to take a bath and change her clothes.

As she was now, she lacked nothing.

In fact, she was so rich that she had reached the level where gold was only a string of numbers in her eyes.

Since she had drunk some water from the youth springs that belonged to the elves, she could live for one or two hundred years as a young woman before dying.

Even though that water didn't boost natural lifespan but only maintained the appearance of youth, this was more than enough for her.

Though, with her luck, the chance of her dying because she stuck her nose in business that didn't concern her was far higher.

'Now that I think about it, perhaps I should ask Sol to get those stuck-up elves to commercialize that water? Women all over the world would kill or sell their souls for something like that.'

Back then, she had proposed the plan to Mars, but he had refused since he didn't wish to borrow Blaze's authority to make money.

But for Sol, it would be his own authority, right?

Her eyes already began to shine brightly.

Money may be a string of numbers, but she wouldn't mind adding one or two more zero to that string.