How to Live as a Half-Dragon

110. political funds

Xian knows an important fact.

It was the fact that Sarah left Alteon entirely because of Xian.

It is unknown whether the child was born because he wanted it or not, but it was said that he left Alteon because he knew that Xian, who was to be born in the future, was a Dragonian.

By nature, when a Dragonian is born in Alteon, he has no choice but to die.

As soon as he was born, he had a dragon heart, so it is a structure that cannot be uncovered unless his identity is revealed.

‘Also, my mother must have been in danger.’

There was nothing to say even if all positions within the family were revoked, of course, even if the death penalty was handed down.

Even if things went well, she might have been able to save her life by selling Calad, but the probability that she, who behaved poorly, inherited the family circle from Alteon was extremely low.

In short, Sarah must have left Alteon and settled in the village of Ornn 17 years ago for the sake of Xian, who was to be born, and for herself, but in any case, it is safe to say that everything was brought about by the existence of Xian.

‘So it’s natural for me to help.’

It was only natural for Xian, who had already caused damage, to help, not just because of the bond between parents and children.

‘Of course, it wasn’t that there was no complaint, but… .’

It is true that Xian ruined Sarah’s life, but Calad, who cheated on her, has a bigger stake.

Even so, I was a bit resentful that I was the only one suffering.

However, the reason why he decided to help Sarah without any hesitation was because nothing would change even if he blamed Calad right away.

At Xian’s question, Sarah looked a bit taken aback and said,

“Money?”

“Actually, I have quite a bit of money.”

Sara said, suppressing a chuckle.

“It’s fine.”

“No, is it real?”

Naturally, Sarah was not very trusting.

Well, even if Xian was in Sara’s position, she wouldn’t have believed it.

Xian has always been busy for the past 7 years.

In fact, it was quite daunting to survive safely, and Sarah was too, so it was impossible to think that Xian would have enormous wealth.

It was pure luck that Mirva Firm came into his hands, and it wasn’t because he invested his time…

She had no choice but to get up from her seat.

“Oh, you want to go?”

“I have a place to go. I’ll be back soon.”

It would be better to show it than to try to persuade it with words.

* * *

Xian left Sarah’s room and headed straight to Mirva Corporation.

Hughes, who worked at the store until late, welcomed Xian.

“What’s going on with no contact at this hour?”

“What about Yorba?”

“Then he has already gone home.”

He too has a family.

It was natural to return to the arms of the family when the time came, but…

‘Isn’t this a little harsh?’

I have work left, but I’m leaving work…

No matter how much he forced himself to do it, there is Hughes who stays and works until this time.

It was a time when Xian was in trouble for asking her for help.

Hughes read Xian’s thoughts and smiled.

“I’m just looking into this because I’m bored.”

Hughes explained in detail why he had remained until this time.

Sian summed it up like this.

“So you’re working overtime to figure out the money flow of Mirva?”

He said that he knew how, how much money was made, and how much money went out in a fixed way so that he could direct the direction in the future. Xian felt sorry for Yorba for blaming him for nothing.

It was Xian himself who made Hughes work overtime, not anyone else.

“sorry… do.”

said Hughes, perplexed.

“yes? I told you, I was looking into it because I was bored. You don’t have to be sorry… .”

Hughes might have thought that this couldn’t be the case, so he quickly tried to change the mood through another topic.

“What else did you come for?”

Xian confessed the business he had forgotten.

It’s a bit difficult to talk about the situation, but…

“that… I need some money.”

“Money? how much?”

don’t know the amount

But it was clear that it would cost a lot of money.

So Xian was about to say that, but that thought came to his mind.

Information about Cecily and Leah passed on to Calad.

“hmm… .”

“why?”

Of course, Xian, who firmly believed that Hughes would never be, whispered after looking around.

“that… It seems that there are people who spill our affairs outside in a mean way.”

It was the time when I thought it could be Drake, maybe Leah, Cecily, or Stein.

Hughes flinched.

Seeing that, Xian asked.

“why?”

Hughes, who had returned the question he had asked a moment ago, murmured.

“No, that… That’s right, it reminded me of something I just forgot.”

“is it so? Who else?”

Hughes hastily turned away.

“Money talk is more important than that, right? So how much do you need?”

“Ah, I need a lot of money, but… .”

Xian told the story of what happened at Alteon now, not the specific amount.

“okay… Sarah… .”

Hughes wrapped up the story and said.

“So you need an amount to turn the tide? as many as possible?”

“yes.”

Hughes thought about Xian’s words.

It was clear that he was playing the abacus in his head.

“hmm… But I’ll try to raise money as soon as possible, but I don’t think it’s going to be enough to turn the tide… .”

Above all, it was the opinion that the situation was not good.

It was said that it was not enough because it was tight to raise political funds for Alteon until just a few years ago, and since then most of the money that came in to absorb the business of Arut Co. was going out.

“I can collect about 5,000 gold, but… .”

“So many?”

“Right now, it’s the best club in Alteon. But it will still be insufficient.”

That’s obviously a huge amount of money.

I once heard that a great aristocrat like Alteon could afford to run the estate for a year.

However, even though it was a huge amount of money, Yang Hughes said, it was not enough money to win the hearts of dozens of self-proclaimed aristocrats.

Xian’s head became complicated.

Because if Hughes said that, it really wouldn’t have been enough.

“money… money… A place to get money… .”

Xi’an’s eyes flashed open.

“ah… .”

Xian rummaged through his inside pocket and pulled out a yellow slip.

“A slip from the crete guild? But it’s like seeing it for the first time.”

“Yes, because the upper house owner there said they would sponsor me in the past.”

If you come to the upper branch with this, they say that they will help you, of course, I don’t know if it’s possible to get more than thousands of gold, but for now, this is the only place I can trust.

‘Is there anything more?’

However, this is not enough.

It was necessary to throw a rice cake dumpling that had no choice but to give a large amount of money for sure.

Xian, who came up with a rice cake dumpling based on the information from the Crete Merchant that he had heard from Yorba the other day, asked Hughes.

I vaguely thought it would be possible, but I wasn’t sure, so confirmation was essential.

“Is this possible?”

After thinking for a moment, Hughes’ face quickly brightened.

“Is that possible enough? How did you come up with this idea?”

Xian, who was in a good mood at Hughes’ praise, said.

“Anyway, then I’ll go get the money.”

Xian headed straight to the Alteon branch at the top of Crete.

* * *

Bran, a young Musa from the top of Crete.

He was originally the illegitimate son of a fairly large noble family in the Roman Kingdom.

It is a deviation from family rule and a symbol of wealth.

It wouldn’t be strange to give a few pennies right away and be abandoned.

That was him.

Still, he grew up without discrimination when his father, who was a conscientious aristocrat, was alive, but now he was living as a limb next to Grid, burying his aristocratic life as a past.

“… It is a bad year.”

Bran was recalling memories from a long time ago.

He was recalling the memory of the year he was kicked out of his family.

Is it because the memory of that time is painful?

Fortunately, that wasn’t the case.

The reason why he recalls what happened now is because of a severe famine, just like the year he was abandoned by his family.

“There may be disruptions to food security… .”

I don’t really want to think about it, but when bad years come like now, I naturally think of it.

Of course, I shake it off and return to reality.

After discriminating information related to poor harvests to the right, Bran began to discriminate other information.

The basis of what he did was to escort Grid, but he was also sorting out the information that would go up to him on a regular basis.

“I’d like to report this as well.”

Grid The top of Crete is too large a group for one person to manage.

Even today, he was happy to filter out the information coming from the branches all over the continent and deliver high-quality information because it could lighten the burden on the grid.

It was when Bran was in the middle of discriminating the information.

A hawk flew at him belatedly.

‘Is this news from Alteon?’

A slight blush appeared on his face as he opened the letter hanging from the hawk’s leg.

He hurriedly headed to meet Grid.

He was always on duty at this time, so he shouldn’t be disturbed if possible, but he knew that and went to visit him.

Grid told Bran, who came with the letter, as if he had a big deal.

“Is there anything good?”

“yes?”

As he traced his face with his hand, he realized that the corners of his mouth had risen slightly.

Grid’s reaction was natural, as Bran usually showed only a stiff appearance.

“Rather than that, how is the securing of supplies related to the drought going?”

“It is rarely easy.”

Since Semain is barren in the first place, there is a shortage of food every time, but this year, there was a setback in securing food due to poor harvests in the adjacent Peronto and Miran areas.

When I answered based on the information I had classified earlier, Grid answered with a worried face.

“is it?”

“Please look at this.”

“Hmm… It’s the Alteon side.”

It was as Bran expected.

Grid, who checked the mark on the letter, showed interest as soon as he read it.

“Hoo. A red-handed teacher?”

I visited the Alteon branch.

The golden slip had never been paid to anyone other than him, so I couldn’t recognize it.

But he came and asked for money. It was also a huge amount.

“Twenty thousand gold… .”

It’s a lot of money, but Grid was willing to give it away.

It would be a lie if I honestly said I expected it, but it was because I had to show this amount of distribution to live up to my willingness to support him.

“But there is more content?”

Even after reading the money related material, I have not yet reached half of the letter.

Grid finished reading with an interested face.

Grid, who had read everything soon, had the same face as Bran earlier.

“It is a proposal to provide grains and other relief items for three years through the Mirva Company… .”

Of course, there was a condition that they had to pay for the price separately and that they had to bring the goods from Alteon, but this was really a sweet offer like a drizzle during a drought.

It was only natural that the Roman Kingdom, which was always short of food, depended on imports for nearly 60% of its consumption.

However, the amount contained in the letter now accounted for about 20% of that import.

It was the best gift for the top of Crete, who had to pay a large price to purchase it this year because there was no suitable customer and the price was inconsistent.

“You said this was a sponsor, but you got sponsored in reverse… .”