The Other Side of the Last Boss

50. Evil God's Day Head Off ②

The main door on the ground floor of the Bank of Britons.

People are dying ahead.

If we open this place, people will come in.

"Ho, are you sure? When I saw it yesterday, there were also many aristocratic associates. These are the people who have a lot of deposits. We don't have any cash here to pay them in full."

A young female steward asks thoughtfully.

Martha, apparently.

A thin, small body, but energetic as if inversely proportional to it, it seems like a fearless personality.

"If you open it, there's no more way to stop the mob."

"No problem."

I say so and open the door.

A crowd confused by the sudden opening of the door.

But when he returned to me, he tried to get inside.

"Wind."

I use wind magic to blow it away gently.

And out of the bank.

"Hey, what the hell?"

The crowd cautioned and distanced themselves from me.

There's a circular space around me.

"Thank you for coming to the Bank of Britons today. My name is Ashtar, and I took the lead today."

"You're such a fucking kid."

"Stop joking. We don't have time to hang out with jokes like that!

The murderous crowd doesn't think it's true, and the anger flies.

"We know what you're up to. You want to put down your deposit."

"That's right. Let me down now!

"Yes, of course."

"What?"

Raise your bare voice if my answer was unexpected.

"The Bank will return to normal business than this. You can withdraw as much as you want."

When I tell you that, the crowd runs.

"Liar! They don't have that kind of money left in the bank."

The man raises a flyer.

It's a gossip flyer sprinkled in large quantities by someone the other day.

"In other words, if you can pull down the money, the faster you win. Hey, come on, get in there."

"Please wait. Before I do, I'd like to explain something."

In the meantime, Adrigori will be ready to take your stand. It is about a meter high and quite large.

"There's no need for you to be anxious that such fliers have been sprinkled. The Bank also provides substantial loans to the government."

I start my speech on the stand.

"However, the management base of the Bank is rock. We will never lose the money you have deposited with us."

"You think I'm going to convince you with those words! Prove it. Prove it."

"From now on you will actually pull down your deposits. That will prove it."

"So can we put it down, too?

A good middle-aged man comes forward from the crowd.

"I'm Count Goldberg. He's one of our biggest customers."

Martha tells me in a small voice.

The Count himself must be in quite a hurry.

"Of course you are."

"Then let's just get it done. I don't care if they tell me the money's gone."

"Yes. Are you sure that's a Britton gold coin?

"What does that mean?

Count Goldberg glares at this one.

"I know it's already widespread among merchants,"

Yes, annotate and I'll explain.

that, in the wake of this disturbance, Britton's currency was less likely to be exchanged for the currencies of other countries.

If you really want to replace it, it is worth about half the price.

"What..."

After being briefed by me, the crowd shrugged again.

"Doesn't that mean the deposit is practically halved!

That's not accurate.

That's what happens if you try to buy something foreign.

But as far as what was produced domestically is concerned.

But I won't explain it.

"How are you going to take responsibility!

The crowd is even more murderous.

"The decline in the value of the national currency is due to the country's shaky credibility. The State will take responsibility for that. We only guarantee a nominal value."

"Right. You've decided that the currency of this country is no longer worth it. So there's nothing particularly wrong with returning it."

Goldberg pushes evil.

"Who rides in such a hand? I can't talk about it in the currency of this country. Scottyard, bring the gold coins! Or pure gold."

There's no way we can have Scottyard currency in this situation.

Those with high brackets demanded it strongly.

"Certainly."

When I say thank you, Adrigori leaves the leather bags on your stand one after the other just waiting.

Bags that don't get through to your stand are placed at the entrance to the bank.

I open one of them and show it.

So that everyone can see.

"Ko, this is Scottyard gold coin! White gold coins are so……………."

Goldberg has his eyes round.

"Of course there are tons of Scottyard currencies in other bags as well"

I opened another bag to show you.

That's a bag of gold coins in bulk.

"There's more in the bank. Could it only look like someone standing in the front"

"We do still have the same bag. There are hundreds of bags..."

A man standing in the front testifies.

"Oh so!? How much do you have?"

A voice of doubt boils from within the crowd.

"How much is the total, I'm sorry. Because there are countless of us who are bankers. No, I'm sorry. Bankers disqualified."

I move aside and slap my head pessimistically.

"There's more, see!

That's what Ben Springfield, the forehead, said.

He looks excited and brings a leather bag that should have been his.

"Pretty good, huh?"

I give in and whisper to Ben.

"I see what you're thinking. My grandfather built and banked this place. I have intentions, too."

I snorted at Ben.

I don't hate guys like this.

He bet on me.

own property and everything about myself.

Then there's one thing I'll do.

When I get back to my true face, I get up and resume my speech.

"You were called proof earlier. This is the proof. A full refund will be enough Scottyard currency to spare."

People were beginning to feel comfortable with my words.

I see, he said he seemed like he could really pull it down.

"Nah, then let me down immediately!

"Yes, as for this one, you can always do it. But are you sure about that?

"What do you mean?

Goldberg looks at this one suspiciously.

"Money will be protected as long as it is in the bank. Absolutely. Definitely."

I strongly affirm.

"But once you put it down, it's not. Look at this situation."

I move my hands from scratch.

There are many murderous people gathered there.

Those who were not far away thought to mob.

"That's all a lot of people see. The story will spread. Count Goldberg's mansion is home to tons of Scottyard gold coins. And the current situation in this town is at stake. It's not weird when something raids a mansion."

Goldberg takes my word for it and looks around.

"Or wouldn't they be dragged into the alley on their way home and robbed of the large sum of money they put down?"

The Earl of Goldberg was naturally followed by a few of his servants and guardians.

They raised their guard and surrounded themselves around Goldberg.

"Usually, security will be maintained by the government so that it doesn't. But not now. With this kind of commotion, it's not the other way around."

Count Goldberg begins to think with his hand on his chin.

"I see……. It's safer here than being shown all this money. Then I don't have to put it down right now."

The thought was not a long one.

It is only natural that Goldberg came to that conclusion.

"What did you say your name was?"

My name is Ashtar.

I thank you again.

"I'll remember it."

Goldberg said so and left.

The rest of the crowd also started consulting around "what to do with this" and "if it's safe, you don't have to pull it down".

"It's decided that we should put it down while we can. Are you saying you can absolutely believe what he's saying? You're not!"

Until then, a man screamed, just watching the situation.

I fucking laugh at it.

I looked familiar to the man.

The man was the one who stirred up the crowd, even when Euphiria spoke the other day.

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