About half an hour later, after Velin had finished seven rounds of dishes, he finally patted his flat stomach in satisfaction.
Setting everything else aside, Uncle Imol had prepared an exceptionally lavish reception this time.
By his estimation, the ingredients used in all seventy dishes contained immense magical power, which meant they were extraordinarily valuable.
A rough calculation put the cost of this meal at around two million gold coins.
"Velin, what do you think of the position of Military Patrol Minister?"
"I think it's quite a troublesome position." Having roughly guessed what Imol was after, Velin slowly replied, "Uncle Imol, rather than discussing the Military Patrol Minister, why don't we discuss the Finance Minister instead?"
"Are you interested in that position?" Imol asked calmly.
"If His Majesty the King appointed me Finance Minister, then every last one of those great nobles would have to pay their transaction taxes in full."
Hearing that, Imol could not help thinking of a certain rumor.
According to the information he had received, his nephew was extremely interested in moving other people's belongings into his own home.
If Velin truly became Finance Minister, those great nobles would indeed not dare underpay their transaction taxes. However, where that money would ultimately end up was another matter entirely.
"Velin, rather than fixating on the Finance Minister position, I think being Foreign Minister would suit you better. With that identity, you could serve as an envoy to other nations and fight for benefits against them from the nation's standpoint. Yet from a personal perspective, you could also conduct your own business activities with ease. Moreover, the kingdom tacitly approved of such conduct."
"That sounds quite good." Velin pretended to be interested, reaching up to stroke his chin before replying, "But Uncle Imol, since you mentioned the Foreign