Aptitude, Ryan's Vault

Baron Ryan stood outside the sphere of power in the Corland Kingdom. That was the most troublesome part.

The power of noble lords was hereditary and inherited, leaving Ryan with no way to break into their circle.

What had happened in the Andara Kingdom could not happen a second time.

The path of the Sera Kingdom was equally impossible to replicate. Grand Duke Gailan could not become King of Corland.

To seize power in the Corland Kingdom, he had to forge an entirely new path.

What could he do?

On Rhino Horn Mountain, Ryan pondered for a long time before setting his sights on the nobles.

The war between The Church and the nobles of the Corland Kingdom would cause many noble families to decline.

"I plan to establish a Ryan Fund."

Considering that nobody in this world understood what that meant, Ryan changed the name.

"Ryan's Vault."

Faced with Lord Ryan's bold idea, steward Beard wore nothing but a tearful expression.

"My lord, you... you're running out of money."

Although Ryan now had more sources of wealth than he could count on both hands, the North's expenditures were simply too great.

The Great Wall stretching across the Snow Plains had risen just like that, but it was not merely a matter of saying so. Every single stone represented money.

Then there were the roads linking the mountain ranges. This was not some southern plain, but the foothills of the Northlands.

By comparison, turning the Swampland between Frozen Earth Territory and Zero Crossing City into fertile fields was the least expensive project.

The figure Gold Coin Ross had quoted for building the Great Wall had absolutely not been an exaggeration.

"Once money reaches a certain amount, it becomes hard for it to decrease, Beard. You still underestimate your lord."

Ryan