On the bustling street, Fang Li brushed past the people around him while surveying his surroundings.
"Today's haul was really good. I basically won back everything I lost a while ago."
"Really?"
"That's so enviable."
"Damn it, I've been losing all day."
"Ahh, Goddess Eris, please bless me and let me win big today."
Conversations like these constantly came from the groups of gamblers gathered nearby.
Listening to them and looking at the scene around him, Fang Li, who had spent roughly an hour running about, finally reached a conclusion.
"Does Erlord not even know how to lie?"
Its finances were in poor shape, so it could not provide support funds?
What part of this looked like poor finances?
Cries from the casinos and cheers constantly rang out around him.
The tourists nearby kept bursting into laughter and groans of frustration.
Coupled with this bustling, prosperous scene.
No matter how he looked at it, this did not resemble an economic slump.
What did that mean?
"Poor finances are nothing more than an excuse, aren't they?"
So, there had to be another reason why Erlord was unwilling to provide support funds to the Belzerg Kingdom.
With that in mind, Fang Li began paying attention to the conversations of the pedestrians around him again.
In fact, even the pedestrians nearby were saying as much.
"My luck's been incredible. I really ought to raise a glass to Erlord."
"Yeah, the economy's booming, and everything's going smoothly."
"When I heard His Majesty the King would need to be abroad on a long-term trip, I was worried. But hasn't that prince done a pretty good job?"
"Exactly. Even though everyone always calls him the idiot prince."
The idiot prince?
What did that mean?
As Fang Li frowned over it, another conversation drifted over from nearby.