The Small Earl watched the people gathering in the streets through the blinds, his brows drawn tightly together.
He had long expected people to object to the exchange rate between the Old Currency and the New Currency, but he had not expected their reaction to be so swift.
In truth, Gefra's paper currency was already little better than wastepaper. It took more than a thousand to buy a two-pound loaf of bread.
Using Federal Sol, roughly fifty to sixty could buy a 1.8-pound loaf of bread.
At an exchange rate of one to twenty to one hundred, exchanging one Federal Sol for the Old Currency would yield two thousand. That did not seem like much of a problem.
Yet even though the rate was not excessive, many people were still dissatisfied.
"This doesn't look like a temporary gathering," the Small Earl said, voicing his thoughts.
The people marching in the streets outside held their slogans high. Some of the slogans had been made rather "professionally," which meant they had probably been prepared for some time and were now finally being put to use.
At the same time, his words were also meant to tell the others that someone was opposing him and the Prime Minister's Cabinet.
The first Prime Minister had been appointed directly by the Empress, but the Prime Minister's Cabinet consisted of people the Small Earl himself had chosen.
Those people outside were resisting the Prime Minister's decrees, which was essentially making things difficult for the Cabinet Members as well.
He withdrew his gaze and looked at the people in the room. "We have to find these people!"
The Small Earl's expression darkened. When he had first taken office, everyone had been praising his brilliance and excellence, and now some people had suddenly appeared to sing a different