"Honestly, if I were the one governing, I'd probably end up in debt." Velin smiled self-deprecatingly.
Belder replied solemnly, "My lord, everyone has their own strengths. They cannot be judged by the same standard. Your importance is far greater than you imagine."
"Is that so?" Velin asked with little confidence.
Thinking back on the past, Velin felt that aside from slacking off, he had always been trying every possible way to slack off. Other than working hard for a time during the early days of development, it was only in the past two years, under Kyle's supervision, that he had begun cultivating diligently.
"My lord, without you, I might not have achieved what I have today. Cassius would not have grown into a Gold-rank warrior, Raimondo would not have gained the ability to manage such vast commerce, and even Kyle might still be an insignificant serf."
"Hahaha, perhaps without me, you would have encountered different opportunities."
He had always believed that everyone was the protagonist of their own story.
"Perhaps, but without you, we certainly would not have reached our current heights." Belder's tone allowed no doubt.
Seeing this, Velin said nothing further. Everyone had convictions they held fast to.
"Come here." Velin turned to look at a little blonde girl—Belder's daughter—and waved to her.
The little blonde girl boldly ran over to Velin, hugged his leg, and looked at him with her large, watery eyes.
Velin scooped her up and asked with a smile, "What's your name? How old are you?"
"My lord..."
"What are you speaking for as her father? Wouldn't it be better to let the child answer for herself?" Before Belder could finish, Velin waved a hand and cut him off.
"All right."
Seeing her usually imposing father make such an expression, the little girl became