“Do I accept....”
Owning a city or castle is a very attractive proposition nowadays.
Weed almost accepted it. But then it came to his mind.
‘Nobody has become the ruler of Rhodium!’
He had to check the situation.
Weed’s eyes lit up as he sharpened his gaze.
“What is the monthly deficit?”
“...”
“Number of soldiers?”
“...”
“What is the city’s current technological development and specialty goods?”
“...”
The middle aged man answered none of them.
This meant that Rhodium had a rather large deficit and no income coming in.
Many different possibilities flashed through Weed’s mind. Then his thoughts cleared.
“As a sculptor, it is my quest to seek out beauty. I heard that this place was the first step to that path. It would be unreasonable for me to settle down when I constantly need to travel to infinitely long distances.