The Money Safe

In the castle's study, a small candle flickered on the desk, casting shadows across the rock-made walls.

At the desk, a tired-looking man shuffled papers, the glasses barely clinging to the edge of his nose.

"Cursed…" Wolter murmured to himself with an annoyed look. "If the count keeps going with his slaving business, it is only a matter of time before the navy finds out…"

He was looking at the papers in front of him and was far from pleased. It was atrocious the amount of money they were making, but to the outside world, they were just a simple shipping company.

Shipping materials across the World Seas.

However, that cover story wasn't enough to keep the navy's nose out of their business, so Count Sander had been paying the nearby navy branch commander to turn a blind eye.