"Belder, do you have any concerns about this expansion?" Velin asked with a smile, his tone concerned.
Seeing the smile on his lord's face, Belder said aggrievedly, "My lord, with this move of yours, Qixing Territory's treasury will be drained dry."
"If you don't provide support, I'll come to your door every day and cry poverty."
Hearing his Chief Steward's words, Velin's mouth twitched slightly. Somewhat helplessly, he said, "How about I privately allocate fifteen million Gold Coins to you for unforeseen circumstances?"
"My lord, thank you for your support. With this money, everything is negotiable." Belder immediately changed his expression, his face breaking into a broad smile.
Watching the ever-shameless Chief Steward, Kyle's lips curled upward. If not for the two men being present, he would have burst out laughing.
"Enough, enough." Velin waved a hand and instructed Belder, "Only the few of us are to know about this money. Don't let anyone else find out."
"Rest assured, my lord. Other than you and Kyle, there absolutely won't be a fourth person who knows about this," Belder promised, thumping his chest.
Seeing Belder hesitate to speak, Velin asked, "Is there anything else?"
"My lord, Star Prayer City's resident population now exceeds sixty thousand. I believe we should plan and build a magical defensive dome to deal with possible crises in the future," Belder said.
"After some time, I'll discuss this matter with Lord O'dor," Velin replied after pondering for a moment.
"Then I'll take my leave."
After Belder departed, Velin turned to Kyle and said, "Go to the Treasure Vault later and take fifteen thousand Gold Notes, each worth one thousand Gold Coins, to Belder."
"Also, send him a White Moon Horse."
Hearing this, Kyle said, "Understood, my lord."
On the night of October 1st, Radiant Calendar 9747, Velin