"So, it was true. It really was."
"But, how does a Banco have the money to pay interest to those who entrust gold coins?"
For them, it was something they couldn't understand right away.
Originally, Bancos charged a fee for gold coin storage, so it was even more so.
'Of course, there's a reason. That way, it's profitable for us.'
"We also invest the money we have in various businesses, so it's only natural that we return the compensation for the borrowed money to you. It's simple when you think about it."
The two passers-by, who knew nothing, were simply delighted by the news of the interest.
"It seems like a good idea, doesn't it? Then there's no reason to leave gold coins at home, is there? It's not safe, and it doesn't even earn interest."
"You're right. What else can you do with it lying around at home besides getting it stolen? It's better to entrust it here."
To the two of them, Rockefeller tried to poke further.
"Since we're talking about it, why don't you leave your gold coins here? If you use our shop rather than others, I'll give you a little more than 1% interest every month."
"Really? Is that true?"
"Hey, he's saying he'll give us more interest."
"Can we trust that?"
"No, man, look. That person is the Guild Master here. Then, of course, there's no need to doubt. Right?"
He asked Rockefeller while looking at him.
"We don't have to doubt, do we?"
To such a question, Rockefeller simply smiled.
"Of course not. We, like other Bancos, value credit and trust as our lives. There's no problem at all, so if you have gold coins, you can entrust them to me. You won't regret the interest we give."
Swayed by Rockefeller's words, the two immediately ran to their homes, gathered all their money, and came back to Rockefeller's shop.
Then, they entrusted the money and received something unexpected from Rockefeller.
"What is this...? I've never seen it before."
What Rockefeller handed over was none other than Goblin Dollars.
Unlike the traditional gold coin deposit certificates (loan certificates) that only indicated the entrusted amount, the Goblin Dollars Rockefeller now handed over had small units, making it easy to use like money.
Like 1 Goblin Dollar, 5 Goblin Dollars, 10 Goblin Dollars.
"These are Goblin Dollars. From now on, if you entrust gold coins to a Banco belonging to the Lyon Guild, you will receive this new currency called Goblin Dollars instead of the traditional gold coin deposit certificates."
"A new currency? So, this is money?"
"Hey, looking at the small units, it looks like we can use this as money."
"Then, if we bring this here."
Before he could ask, Rockefeller answered right away.
"We'll return it to you as gold coins exactly. In other words, we've changed the traditional loan certificates into a form of currency that's easier for you to use."
"Oh, this is quite innovative, isn't it?"
"So, if I bring this, you'll exchange it for gold coins here?"
"Yes, you can think of it as the same as the existing promissory notes. However, the difference is that it's easier to use like money because it's divided into several units. If you entrust us with 10 ducats, we'll give you 10 Goblin Dollars in return."
Rockefeller's words continued.
"And if you suddenly need gold coins and give us back 10 Goblin Dollars, we will immediately give you 10 ducats in return. There are no fees here, only convenience."
Did they know?
That behind Rockefeller's smile, there's a devil of his own.
Then one person expressed a doubt.
"Then, this Goblin Dollar is as good as gold coins. Who would be foolish enough to use heavy and inconvenient gold coins when there's something so convenient?"
Rockefeller just laughed at the question.
"That's right. I'd use Goblin Dollars as money instead of gold coins."
Amazed by the Goblin Dollars, the two who had been examining them left the store shortly after.
'If the plan is completed, we'll be able to print money from nothing. People don't know the details anyway. They will only discuss our stability and trust.'
Watching the two leave, Rockefeller stood still for a moment and then began to move busily again to finish his work.
How much time had passed?
Another customer visited Rockefeller's store.
Long, curly silver hair and deep eyes like a lake.
He was as young as Rockefeller, and a beautiful young man with distinct and sharp features.
He quietly looked up at the newly changed store sign.
Instead of the previous Lyon Bank, there was a new store sign called Bank of Rothsmedici.
Seeing this, the unidentified young man with wide eyes entered the store.
As soon as he entered the store, Rockefeller reacted immediately.
"What brings you here? The store isn't ready yet, so it's a bit chaotic."
He was a customer who didn't fit well with the store.
Would you say he was more suitable for a host bar?
As Rockefeller continued to stare intently at him without answering, the other person kept piercingly staring back at Rockefeller with deep and profound eyes.
Rockefeller asked again, just in case.
"Did you come from somewhere else? You didn't come from the Sinclair family, did you?"
Not all visitors could be store customers now that he had become the new guild leader.
Since he was in charge of one of the two bank alliances of the empire, it was only natural that some valuable guests might visit.
One thing was certain, no matter how they dressed, the dignity and feeling that emanated from a person's body did not deviate much from that of a noble.
'It doesn't seem like he's from the Sinclair family?'
Long, curly silver hair and deep eyes like a lake.
And an incredibly handsome man.
There was one person who came to Rockefeller's mind.
However, he wasn't certain.
"Or did you come from somewhere else?"
As the questions continued, the man who didn't want to reveal much about himself lifted an advertisement he had been holding with his fingertips.
It was an ad for a job opening.
"Ah..."
Rockefeller asked again with a short sigh.
"Did you see the job advertisement by any chance?"
As the other person just nodded, Rockefeller reacted.
"I'm sorry, but I don't employ people without sociability as my assistant. To do this job, you need to smile well and talk a lot."
Then the visitor showed Rockefeller his first smile.
With his white teeth exposed, the stylishly laughing man finally opened his mouth.
"I can adapt to any role you want."
The once cold demeanor was gone, leaving only the smiling handsome young man.
As the atmosphere changed in an instant, Rockefeller could solidify the thought he had from the beginning.
Beautiful silver hair and deep eyes like a lake.
And the one with a thousand faces.
'Ricardo Ismail.'
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