A brand-new copper coin spun nimbly between his fingers. Lin Qi stood by the roadside, watching Arthur's convoy slowly emerge from Victory Palace, a thoughtful look in his eyes. The carriage axles were nearly crushed beneath the load; clearly, the cargo inside was extremely heavy.
There was no need to investigate specially. Toss a few gold coins to the guards at Victory Palace's gates, and one could get the exact news—the North Sea Prince had extorted a fortune from Holy Light I right in front of numerous court officials in the Golden Hall, forcibly wringing fifteen hundred million gold coins out of him.
Those gold coins had been compensation paid by the Silver Iris Family to the Gallic Empire. Holy Light I had barely had time to warm them in his hands before Arthur took them away.
"What do you make of it?" Lin Qi crooked his lips toward the convoy.
Dressed in a tight-fitting dark-gold silk outfit, with a gold-thread-wrapped band tied around his pale yellow hair, Hu Xinzhu looked as flirtatious as a statue cast from gold... Oh, no—here, he was Viscount Bambu Hart.
Our lord viscount was trembling one leg violently as if seized by a fit, while his pair of lecherous little eyes kept sweeping over the young girls and married women by the roadside. Hearing Lin Qi's question, he said dismissively, "There's definitely something fishy! It's only a little over a billion gold coins. A few spatial rings would be enough to store them. Why use such a huge string of carriages? Why bring so many guards?"
Lin Qi's pupils shrank to pinpoints. Thoughtfully, he looked up at the enormous magic formation shrouding all of Berely.
Berely now allowed entry but forbade exit. Anyone who wished to leave had to undergo exceedingly strict inspection. A