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I have ambitions.

Born as the eldest son of the largest chamber of commerce in the world, the Alavant Chamber of Commerce, I, Alberto Alavant, will naturally succeed that chamber.

My father, Astra Alavant, is the fifth generation of the Chamber of Commerce.

But most noblemen and big chambers of commerce are often incapacitated after generations.

Even in that sense, my father, who did not reduce his assets, can be described as, well, competent.

I have ambitions.

I want the Alavant Chamber of Commerce to be the best in the world.

What? What?

That it would already be the best chamber of commerce in the world?

Yeah, you're right.

In its commercial scale, there are no side-by-side chambers of commerce or the like.

It relies heavily on the great Atlandian aristocracy, royalty, church, and our Alavant Chamber of Commerce.

I see. It's the biggest in the world.

But!

Look at the royal family these days!

All I'm passionate about is borrowing money and squeezing it up!

Oh!

If you want to borrow my money, I'll lend it to you!

We have to step down the interest!

Oh!

I'll pay you taxes!

I hope that's fair!

Noble or royal, I don't understand a thing called commerce at all!

If I'm in business, I'll do business with anyone!

But!

I'm not willing to do business with a con man!

……

Correct the collar.

I have ambitions.

It's about changing the way business works in this world!

But can you do that in this world with only equal incompetence?

No, I can't.

So I made up my mind.

Dominate all the commerce in this world!

and.

I understand it's an exaggerated dream.

But it's not impossible.

The Alavant Chamber of Commerce is the head of a commercial guild.

In other words, it can be considered essentially bull-hearted the commerce of Atlandia.

But commercial guilds and states are not compatible enough.

While the state is small, it is treated as a disturber if it is used scattered as a convenient cash withdrawal machine and exercises the tax-exempt privilege of various interest substitutions.

From them, I know you think it's a treat to make money but not pay for it, but you've been contributing to the development of this country, you're just exercising your rightful rights.

Now that Atlandia has joined forces with the solar god Heorism to set up a national foundation and have repeated territorial wars with other countries, there is no way the commercial guild will be pleased with the system of sucking up gold from the merchants.

The only organizations that were originally said to be guilds were the current commercial guilds, but since when did artisans disturb the same profession guilds, such as blacksmith guilds and clothing guilds, to flip anti-flags?

By sunshine, we recognized the existence of a commercial guild.

In one respect, it tolerated the establishment of individual guilds by maintaining close relations with commercial guilds.

It has become a global trend, with all countries in a similar situation.

An incompetent nation, an incompetent nobleman, and an incompetent craftsman began to do business with their own thoughts.

Business is not what an amateur can do!

In the end, commercial guilds take on the most cumbersome, accounting and tax outsourcing in business.

They're really stupid.

If you join a commercial guild, you will receive tax treatment, accounting advice, store lending, personnel lending, and security lending. Some aspects of this security are talking about paying the organization behind you in advance and not attacking the Alliance merchants.

I understand other connections beside the Chamber of Commerce, so don't do business with me, I can give you the best advice, and introduce the suppliers of raw materials.

If the Alliance's member chambers of commerce make money, they'll pay more, so let's do as much as we can.

People who do business should, as a matter of fact, join a commercial guild.

That, even the nobles! Even the Pope! Even the King!!

And right now, the dream was one step closer to reality.

Plan for territorial expansion, listed by the King.

No, was the official name "Plan for the Retrieval of the Territory to the Orthodox Right Person"?

Who the hell is authentic?

The land belongs to a human who paid to buy it.

There is no other way to do this.

Until recently, he continued to skirmish with Dwyer, the only country ruled by Dwarves, but, as his country name suggests, with his steely stubbornness, he heard he was hit with an iron wall defense battle.

In the end, you should have pulled up the army for a good reason.

I thought I was going to stop the war, but recently some information in the city has been whispered to me.

It's obvious that it was intentionally flushed, but few people notice it.

The rumor is that a human hater elf has a monopoly on forest resources.

Evidently controlled information adds the evil deeds of the elves day by day.

First the monopoly of the woods, then I hated humans and threw them out of the woods.

It has a monopoly on forest resources.

To protect our own forests, we cut open the forests of our neighboring countries and turned them into fields.

Elves in Atlanta, the capital of Atlantia, are all spies.

The elves are about to attack Atlandia. etc......

If you think calmly, there's no way that, but if you're not a merchant, most humans never go outside the land where they were born.

If you were born in a rural village, you would live and die with the crushed wheat, and if you were born in the big city of Atlanta, you would live in a maze of piled stones and die in a room in a collective dwelling that smelled like a dove.

So they don't know anything about the country on the other side of the far Midal Mountains.

I wouldn't call that bad.

Just because you're ignorant, just peddling stories that are convenient to you is a testament to your incompetence.

If a commercial guild had the real power of the world, it wouldn't have happened.

What business needs is information and education.

Read-write calculations. And distribution.

Distribution is exactly how the world works, and if you remember it, you can be a resident of the world.

That is why, in a commercial guild, we must master the world.

... That's what we talked about.

I am piling up on my desk, deciding on many important documents, and sinking further into the sea of thought.

Given this rumoured tale that has been immediately dispersed since giving up its invasion of the Hammer Kingdom Dwyer, it is clearer than the fact that the sea is saltier, such as where the Kingdom is going next.

I see, a few years ago, we began to invest money in the development of the Midal Mountains Road, a difficult area.

So far, as you can imagine, they're paying a fortune for this project.

At the dawn of completion, of course, it is subject to various privileges, starting with the exemption from the toll tax.

If they give us privileges at a later date, it's a fine business.

Midal Mountains.

That is the common name for the steep peaks that divide this continent into two parts.

Like Sword Mountain, the mountains of the former untouched wear clouds and do not send in the intrusion of men.

The state has hired a man named Adventurer, and sent him to the summit close to his own territory, by putting his own flag on the summit of that mountain, to claim territory.

Most of all, I'm talking about low altitude, both ends.

In other words, most of the Midal Mountains do not belong to any nation.

Shift rooms across the Midal Mountains are now complete, making it easy to get to and from Lakerell, a mountain and lake country, and Atlandia, the Mahui Empire.

The usage fee is high, but there is no point in crossing one of the few Midal Mountains Roads, which is said to have an accident rate of more than 80%.

Across the Midal Mountains, of the Midal Mountains Road, the largest is essentially managed by Atlandia.

A narrow road through which one carriage can barely pass, forcibly built on the walls and valleys, which may never end.

If you're caught off guard, you fall instantly.

You don't have to be alarmed, you die of falling rocks.

A lucky man who has been avoided from them is attacked by a vermin.

And I can take a month or two on a path that's not even that busy, and finally cross it.

When there was still no shift room, dreaming of a thousand dollars, how many merchants challenged and worshipped those who survived safely as brave men, would it convey its intensity?

That, build mountain roads.

That is welcome in itself, of course.

Because it's dangerous to depend on the shift room for everything.

If, as it sounds, Atlandia is marching into the Elf Country, the shift room cannot be used.

The reason is simple.

Because there's no way Kazmus will allow you to manage the shift room.

A local human being... in this case, an elf, but I can't do a decent product (...) by holding him in with force and making him obey.

It really sounds silly to be a nation.

The world is.

Slippery, you should take care of yourself in a commercial guild.

――

When I clean up my financial papers, I ring the bell.

Immediately, the butler came into the room.

"Dear Alberto, I look forward to hearing from you that Mr. Pebbard has something to let you know"

"Pebbard? Okay, I'll be right there."

My excellent one arm, Pebbard, is in charge of a number of important projects, and even with so many requirements, he usually uses a messenger or a letter.

I wish it was good news, but at times like this, it would probably be trouble.

Heading to the room for a secret conversation, Pebbard has stood up and thanked him.

"Say hello, get down to business"

"Yes, it's the most luxurious piece of land in Atlanta, the most expensive in the world."

"Oh, did that debt fool nobleman finally feel like letting go of that first-class villa? How much do you think I'm gonna want to buy?

The capital, Atlanta, has a complex composition of several walls, city walls.

But some paths were intentionally made wide and straight.

Naturally that's the way to go, so it's convenient and has a high utilization rate.

As a result, store value on both sides jumps and sales can be expected.

Nowadays, the value jumps so much that it can no longer be handled by a half-breed chamber of commerce that setting up a store in the area is Atlandia's … No. It could be said that it is the final point of arrival for merchants from all over the world.

Regardless, the area is land and property that our commercial guild should suppress.

Garbage, such as villas, on commercially suitable land should be cleaned up early and utilized effectively.

"That's..."

"What?

I have a bad tooth cut for Pebbard.

So I understand this is Bad News. I encouraged continuation with my jaw.

"An example property has already been purchased"

"What? It was bought up by a commercial guild and sold it... for no reason."

Then there's no way Pebbard would look like this.

"Half is right, half is wrong"

"... what do you mean?

"It was Dear Agai Alavant who purchased the land and buildings. He's like Agai, currently head of the Lakerell branch of the Alavant Chamber of Commerce."

"What?

How come here, across the Midal Mountains, the name of my brother who's supposed to be putting out a sperm on coin earners?

No, I can't help thinking about it.

"Heading to Property"

"Ha!"

I usually ride a carriage if I go outside, but I don't have to.

Because the property is across the main street, on the opposite side.