The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Almost at the same time as Mr. Colin became famous, the name "Weaving Shadow's Nest" also gained great renown in the Queen's District of Thunder City.

Because Mr. Colin's pickiness about quality of life had long been deeply ingrained in people's minds, coupled with his imperial noble status, no one thought him pretentious.

On the contrary, the residents of Queen's Street merely felt as if the days they had lived before were on par with pigs on a farm.

This was, of course, an exaggerated metaphor, but it basically reflected their subconscious reaction after witnessing what "real high society" lived like.

Indeed.

The primary reason remained, however, that the citizens of Thunder City possessed the financial means to pursue a higher quality of life.

Although the vast majority of people in this city have an income below 20 silver coins, the wealth held by the upper society far exceeded the imagination of the average person.

If the same scenario played out in Silver Pine Town, it certainly wouldn't attract as much attention, but here it was the wealthiest Queen's District of all Thunder City.

A hotel that Andor built for under 20 thousand gold coins could be flipped for fifty thousand gold coins, and he wasn't even the richest person in this city.

If it weren't for the deflationary attribute of precious metal currency, the zero on the gold coins held by the wealthy in his class had to be increased further.

You know, the military expenses of Duke Campbell aren't funded by those who earn less than 20 silver coins a month,

they are primarily responsible for sacrificing their lives for their ideals.

Just like now, they primarily contribute their saliva and voices to Mr. Colin's story.

Thus, the name "Weaving Shadow's Nest," after Mr. Colin, quickly became the second topic of conversation during tea time for Thunder City's citizens.

Marketing as infectious as a virus spread throughout the streets and alleys of Thunder City, all compounded by the rumors of the Colin Family's vast wealth and territory.

During lunch break, at a tea house near the dock, a sign at the door gathered workers from the nearby docks.

The place offered hot tea for 3 copper coins and smoked sausage for 12 copper coins, which for them, given their relatively decent income, was a good choice to replenish their energy. The only drawback was the store's small facade with no seating, forcing all guests to dine standing.

Watching the Purple Moon Flag drifting far away, almost everyone couldn't suppress their raised eyebrows, as if they saw the beautiful future of Thunder City.

As if that beautiful future had much to do with them.

"...If the Colin Family plans to open their market to Thunder City's port, Thunder City's economy can undoubtedly rise to another level!"

A tall, slender young fellow, his face full of pride, eloquently discussed with his fellow workers.

The slightly narrowed eyes were filled with youthful optimism and stubbornness unique to young people, his whole body with only his scarred and calloused hands not fitting with his age.

Next to him, a slightly older dock worker sipped his tea, his eyes also slightly narrowed, though more etched with fatigue and vicissitudes at the corners.

"But why would he do that? That gentleman is an imperial noble; doesn't the Aus Empire have ports?"

That gentleman had almost become synonymous with Mr. Colin, just as someone from the Andes Family had that treatment not long ago.

The young fellow smiled and said.

"The empire no longer lacks colonies; their markets were saturated long ago. On the contrary, the Ryan Kingdom, not having a single colony, and even less so the Campbell Duchy, are the New Continent to us, and we are the New Continent to them!"

He paused for a moment when he got to this point, finishing the hot tea in his cup in one breath, and said with spirits high.

"Not to mention we have an abundant and cheap labor force! There are lots of people lined up outside the city waiting to come in, not only the refugees from Twilight Province but also those lords' farmlands!"

The boiling tea transformed into a warm current in his stomach, warming his entire body, making him feel full of never-ending strength all over.

Though it wasn't long before that warm flow turned into a need to urinate, and the endless strength trembled right out of his body.

The lunch break ended shortly.

The guests at the tea house entrance scattered like seagulls, punctually heading to the various cargo ships docked at the port, bustling under the foremen's shouts.

At this moment, a loud whistle pierced the quiet of the port, as an ocean-going cargo ship docked under countless gazes.

Initially, people subconsciously paid their respects to it without paying much attention until familiar mattresses were dragged down from the deck, which completely stunned them, unable to move their astonished gazes away.

These "rare goods" were quickly unloaded and moved near the warehouse, quickly catching the attention of those with active minds.

A shopkeeper of about forty, dressed decently, walked to the warehouse door and curiously spoke to the men unloading.

"Friend, might I ask where you came from?"

The man responsible for unloading seemed very sullen, not responding to his words, not even glancing at him before turning away, so much so that the copper coin pinched in his hand didn't have a chance for bribery.

While the shopkeeper pondered, a young man walked over.

His skin was dark from the sun, looking approximately twenty-five or six, but weathered like someone in their early thirties, showing he had endured much wind and sun.