"Tell me, my eldest son, how did you distribute this money?" Angus turned to Ilisis and asked.
Ilisis raised his head and calmly explained the distribution rules and the source of the intelligence.
"You take after me. Once the war with the Dwarves is over, I can retire." Angus nodded in satisfaction. He was very pleased with Ilisis—worthy of being his son.
Velin curled his lip. He really wanted to mock his father's narcissistic remark, but for the sake of his precious money, he held back.
Risis did not mind. He had seen plenty over the past ten years, and his father's self-praise was not entirely unacceptable. He had done the same himself on occasion.
"That settles the matter of the money." Angus turned to his youngest son, his gaze appraising. "My dear Velin, how do you intend to use all this money that suddenly appeared in your hands?"
Meeting his father's eyes, Velin had a strange feeling, as if Angus were about to snatch away his precious money.
"I'll invest it in developing the territory, strengthen our power, and prepare for the kingdom's war with the Dwarves six years from now." Velin was not about to tell his father that he had not fully figured it out yet.
"Then that's settled."
Since his youngest son had a plan, Angus would not interfere with the use of the 126 million Gold Coins.
"Enough. You two may leave first. Your eldest brother and I need to have a talk."
"Yes, Father."
Velin and Risis placed a hand over their chests in salute, then left the hall.
After escaping his father's grasp, Velin parted ways with Fourth Brother and went to find Kyle to discuss how they might use the money.
However, after searching the Manor for half an hour, he did