The governor had been in a foul mood lately.
The factory he had invested approximately thirty million O'er in—roughly equivalent to 1.5 million Federal Sol—had failed to bring him any direct economic benefits.
The chips it produced had been discovered by Slem's people almost immediately. The chips themselves were expensive to manufacture, and the larger their denominations, the higher their production costs.
In other words, he had already lost approximately fifteen million Federal Sol.
That had nearly drained most of his savings!
The counterfeiter was currently in the guest room, under house arrest.
He still had not decided whether to kill him, because... the chips he had previously tried putting into circulation had shown him enormous profits! Slem's market was huge. Several million, tens of millions, even hundreds of millions of Fake Chips entering circulation would not cause much of a stir.
On one hand, he wanted to know exactly how Slem had discovered the Fake Chips and what other methods they possessed that his people had failed to uncover.
He also wanted to know whether the Fake Chips could continue to be used if they cracked Slem's anti-counterfeiting measures.
If those problems could be solved and the Fake Chips could continue being used, he could easily earn back his losses with interest.
That was why the counterfeiter had not suffered any hardship yet.
After finishing his morning's work, he had the counterfeiter brought over. The two of them sat in his study.
Calling it a study was somewhat inaccurate—it looked more like a small library. The governor was a highly cultured nobleman, unlike those nobles who devoted themselves to eating, drinking, and having fun.
He preferred reading and absorbing all kinds of knowledge. The more he learned about the world, the more insignificant he felt, and the more he