Preparations for the Duchy of Crawford

Count Titus probably looked at Abel with displeasure.

'But you came here to get a loan? Those interest rates are really high.'

Of course, Abel had no strong feelings about him.

Even if Titus had lost the land, it was basically just a border area.

It had originally been a place where nothing could be done, so he probably didn't really regret it.

Abel nodded willingly.

"Come in."

***

A loan service that Abel had never heard of before left him feeling helpless.

Nowadays, bank tellers were nothing more than guides.

Their role was to inform newlyweds—who had come from a multi-party matchmaking company—about loan products.

There was no way such personnel could be allowed to face high nobles.

They would simply feel oppressed by authority and be at a complete loss.

'Oh, damn it. This just adds to the workload.'