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The banquet continued on a fictitious day. Albrecht used a room across the hall from Shigelard's, and he used to go out with Rosamund as an excuse to come back when the banquet was over.
The banquet was open at any time, day or night, so if it was open during the day, I would go out during the day and then come back to sleep at night. When it was open at night, I owe my life to someone else nearby.
I couldn't quite shine a light on my face, so I went there once, but I felt like dying every time. The frenzied parties of the Northmen were not at all adapted.
The excuse for having work was not just an excuse, but actually there was a lot to do. I had to recruit ships, create a list of warriors to hire, and even bring the brothers and sisters who belonged to the warrior.
I've been leading hundreds of people since I came to Karagat, and I've joined the families of warriors, and in the spring there are many merchants trying to trade with the south along Albrecht.
Trading goods were mostly leather, fur, weapons, and whale byproducts, and many followed Albrecht to find out about mercenary days in the south.
Suddenly, more than a thousand people saw Albrecht and were crowded. It had already gone beyond the banking business to some sort of ethnic immigration.
Almost every northern ship is swarming with Karagat, and Karagat is a barrel full of people. People from the outside had no place to live, so they cut down the trees and lived in a hut.
The Dwarves' progress was actually more in architecture than in blacksmithing. I simply taught people, but the liver was worth it.
The Dwarves made ink by mixing dragon blood with strange things such as grassroots, sea water, guano, iron sulfide, rubber, and songs that had never been heard of. It looked black on the outside, but when the light slanted, it became orange.
If you drop a drop of the author's blood on the ink, a simple medicinal treatment could tell who the author was, but it was impossible to forge. And I made a certificate of deposit by dropping the depositor's blood to make it identifiable.
Albrecht, Rosamund and the Dwarves used this ink to write documents. In this outdated era, I think it's an overtechnology called counterfeiting technology, but I think it's something Albrecht recommended for banking.
The dwarves get another drink and make a pen that moves automatically in the air. All they have to do is go out during the day, play with the kids, and come at night to make sure it's done right.
The bank had already actually been established, and had mortgaged and lent money to the gathered merchants. It was the responsibility of Albrecht, Rosamund, and the warriors of the staff to see the trader's face directly.
People initially were a bit edgy, but Albrecht stood like a sign and vouched for his reputation, so he started depositing one or two.
Carrying money around in this age was uncomfortable as the amount grew, but above all, it was dangerous. When they gave him the money, he gave them a deposit certificate made of ink from the dwarves.
I couldn't get all the small money in the deposit, so I issued a certificate from 10 gold coins. It was a little different from the account, but it was transferable by signing with the author's blood. Perhaps, in the future, it could function like a bill.
People knew about interest because one of the oldest jobs in the history of the planet was payoffs. So I couldn't help but understand the interest rate.
If it was different from the payoffs of this era, it was that Albrecht guaranteed money, and the Dwarf's technology allowed him to trade safely with it.
If I wanted to increase my deposit, I had to give people faith that it was safe. That's why Albrecht decided to build a castle in Halstadt. The castle itself would be a vault.
I thought it was necessary at this time, but it shouldn't have happened like the 10% payment reserve rate, but I taught the Dwarves about the concept of bankruptcy.
Since Albrecht didn't know how to manage his assets from the start, Albrecht only told me about how to screw up rather than how to get paid.
The dwarves seem to understand, but not interested. Since the racial traits were different from those of Humankind, I could not figure out what would happen if Albrecht took off later.
Dwarves don't seem to take banking as a business, they seem to take it for a living.
I've also suggested selling weapons or armor based on excellent blacksmithing skills, but they only make things for friends or clients and don't make them for sale.
Albrecht pouted his lips and said, "Your shit is thick." Forcing was not an option. Vervantos' eyes widen, asking how he knew.
Either Albrecht or Rosamund had to stay in Karagath to cover their work, so it became a form of alternating rest.
Albrecht taught Dwarves this way, banking gradually, recruiting ships, and managing people.
None of us knew exactly what the legendary killer was doing. However, they were only aware that they were solving problems and doing something big.
Albrecht spent time preparing to leave for Halstadt. Snow fell from time to time, and people formed markets by actively trading amongst themselves while preparing to leave.
As the dwarves' money loosened, the crowds continued to flock. A few months later, when the sun changed and March came out, there were thousands of Northmen following Albrecht.
There was only one land, or a kingdom in the north or the middle. No, actually, to people, Albrecht and Rosamund were really kings and queens. Just trying to run a banking business, his reputation merged into something really big.
Albrecht wears fox fur on his silk robe, climbs up a mountain near Karagat, and sits everywhere looking down. Herolf stands behind you with an ax and a gunnar. The mountain was a gentle slope at the back, but the straits were jagged off.
My eyes were flying a little, but when I looked up at the sky, the clouds weren't too crowded, so I didn't think it would come down much.
I looked down and saw Karagat down there. It was crowded, and there were hundreds of ships on the docks, spectacular.
The boat was a northern longship carved with the head of a dragon. The boats were roughly the same size, but the largest of them now had only bones left, but the head of a real dragon.
The ships are lined with circular shields, and people are loading them up. Among them, Rosamund's silver hair stood out. She has people loading up.
“Hey, mercenary. ”
While Albrecht was soaking wet, Ragnar in his fur pants did not get close enough to climb up, but fell slightly away and cried out. Albrecht turns his head and looks at Ragnar.
Next to him was a child of similar age, with blond, blue eyes, and still cute as Ragnar.
Albrecht was also a child who knew. His name was Sigurd, like his ancestors. He was the son of the warrior who died among the soldiers who accompanied him to catch the dragon.
Albrecht took care of the family of the warrior while he was staying in Karagat. I thought I had become friends with Ragnar for a few months.
Hrrolf looks down at the children indiscriminately with his axe in his arms.
“Say what you have to say. ”
Albrecht smiled and said. Ragnar notices a little and opens his mouth.
“Are you leaving now? ”
“Yes. It will take a few days to load up, so I'm afraid we'll be leaving in a few days. ”
Ragnar and Sigurd look at the legendary assassin with a slightly frightened look, and they seem to have something to say, but they hesitate. Albrecht doesn't rush, he just stares.
“Hey, how strong do I have to be to catch a dragon? ”
Ragnar wanted to ask from the first moment he saw Albrecht, but he seemed busy and didn't have the courage to take any chances. Now he had the courage to squeeze out his courage and ask.
Albrecht still smiles back.
“I don't know. Maybe we should start with weapons. Ordinary weapons don't penetrate scales. Fortunately, my axe is in very good shape. ”
Albrecht remembers for a moment that he flew up and took a picture of the head of the Soumcharite.
Ragnar and Sigurd glance back at the axe he's holding. It was a large northern outer blade axe. The axe is engraved with ancient symbols. It looks old, but it survives long enough.
Albrecht said to listen to Sigurd as well.
“With a friend you can trust with your hard work and courage, you can catch dragons. Of course, you still have to risk your life. ”
Albrecht told me about both possibilities and risks. Just saying nice things didn't suit Albrecht.
Sigurd next to Ragnar asked.
“Did my father fight bravely? ”
In Albrecht's head, Sigurd's father was struck by the helmet in the Orc's forearm, and the head sank and passed away.
“Of course. I fought braver than anyone. ”
“Yo, more than you? ”
It's an embarrassing question. Albrecht was incapable of lying, but now it seems natural.
“Yes, I ran to the dragon with more courage than I did. You have a proud father. ”
Herolf and Gunnar bow their heads behind them, but keep silent.
Sigurd's expression brightens. Ragnar's expression brightens. Albrecht smiles at the children and turns his head again and looks down at Karagat.
“Hey! Ragnar! Sigurd! Let's play! ”
That's when I heard Vervantos calling out to the children from afar. Vervantos had a stick in place and was with a bunch of kids.
Ragnar and Sigurd turn to them, look back at Albrecht, greet him and run to Vervantos.
Albrecht looks at the children traveling far away, and he looks at the snow feet scattered in the air. I reached out my palm. A few moments later, a snowflake settles on Albrecht's palm and ends his worthless life.
Suddenly, I thought of leaving Ramus as a crusader. At that time, I caught a red flower and smelled it, and then I remembered that I sprayed it in the air again.
Albrecht sniffed the scent of snow flowers without a trace for no reason. It smelled like blood somehow. How much blood has been on these hands. How much more blood will be on these hands? Will you be able to bear that weight?
Albrecht looks up at the sky. White silence was spreading across the gray world. A single snowflake sits at the edge of Albrecht's eyes, blooming.
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