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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 80: The Current Begins to Flow

Chapter 80: The Current Begins to Flow

Because⁠ he dealt in⁠​​ human pleasures, Ahmad‌‌ Hashim was one​⁠‌ of the richest⁠ men on the​⁠‌ entire continent.

And‍‌⁠ yet, it was‌‌ difficult to imagine​​ him as the‍ lord of an‍​ entertainment city based‌​ solely on first⁠ impressions.

His​ tanned body was‍ firm and muscular,​‍⁠ without a trace‌‌ of unnecessary fat,⁠‍⁠ and his eyes​​ seemed to radiate‌ brilliance.

He​‍ was completely different‍⁠⁠ from the nobles​ of Hallim, who​⁠‌ usually had dull‌ and empty gazes.⁠

Ahmad​‌‌ personally handed Perda‌⁠​ the tea a maid had prepared​⁠ and spoke.

“It⁠​​ is Assam tea.⁠⁠‍ I heard rumors‍‌‍ that you enjoy‍‍ tea, so I prepared this instead‌⁠ of alcohol.”

“I‍ will drink it​‌ gratefully.”

“It‍‍‍ is an honor​‍ to receive you​​ privately like this.⁠ I did not‌​ attend the Grand⁠​ Council, but I heard you made⁠​ very impressive declarations.⁠‌‍ I sincerely wish‌​ for the development‍​ of the Far⁠ East.”

Anyone‍ could say words.⁠​

“I‍ am already grateful⁠ just for hearing⁠‌⁠ them.”

“Just‍‌ words? Do you⁠ think this Ahmad‍ Hashim would do​​ something that angers‍‍‌ Set?”

Set‍‍​ was the god​ of the southern‌​⁠ deserts.

Ahmad⁠ stroked his long⁠‍ beard as he⁠‌⁠ spoke.

“Even‍ so, I would‌ like to offer‍​⁠ you a more⁠‌ direct gift, Regent.⁠​ Ah…”

Ahmad⁠ snapped his fingers.⁠

“I​ just thought of​⁠ a good idea.”⁠⁠

Ahmad⁠‍​ whispered something into​‌ the ear of⁠ the maid fanning‍‍‍ him at his​ side.

The​‌ woman understood and‍ left the room.⁠⁠‍

Ahmad⁠‍‍ smiled while looking‌​ at Perda.

“You‌⁠ know that those‍ who come to⁠ our city greatly‍‍‌ enjoy gambling, right?”‍‍

“Of​​ course. I myself​‍​ gambled here once.”​‍

“For‌ those who regret​​‍ leaving after wagering‍‍​ only the money‍‌‍ they brought, we⁠‌ prepare certain options.”‍

“A​‍ pawnshop?”

Ahmad⁠⁠ nodded.

Although‌ Ahmad was called⁠ the lord of​‍‌ Hallim, out of‍‌ the city’s twelve​‍ casinos only two‍​‌ operated directly under‌ his command.

However,​‍ every pawnshop functioned​ under his subordinates.​

And​‍⁠ with that alone,‌‍​ they generated three‍ times more profit‍⁠‍ than all ten​‌​ casinos combined.

“We‍‌ take objects as‌‍ collateral and give​‍​ a six-month deadline.‌⁠‍ After those six‍​​ months, we are‍ free to dispose‌‍‌ of those belongings​‌​ however we wish.”⁠‌

“So​⁠ you mean you‍​‍ will give me​‍‌ one of those‌⁠‌ objects.”

“Exactly.⁠ You may expect‌‌ something worthy.”

It​ was obvious that‌ the auction after⁠ the exhibition would​‍‌ also mainly consist‍‌⁠ of items originating‌⁠ from Ahmad’s pawnshops.⁠

And‌​‌ by mentioning it⁠​ directly, he made‍‍ it clear he⁠​ planned to give‍⁠‌ him something from​⁠ there.

‘This​‌⁠ goes far beyond⁠ a simple pawnshop.’‌‌

Most‍ of Hallim’s customers​⁠ were wealthy nobles‍​⁠ and merchants.

Not‍ only ordinary jewelry,‍‍​ but also family‍⁠ heirlooms and valuable‍​ magical items ended​ up there depending‌‌ on the circumstances.‍‍⁠

‘Of⁠‍‍ course, most of‍ those heirlooms end⁠‍‌ up reclaimed by‌‌‌ their families, even‌​⁠ if they have⁠ to drown themselves‌​‍ in debt.’

Using‌⁠⁠ a family heirloom​ as collateral was‍ practically equivalent to​ turning to loan​‌‍ sharks.

So​‍ the treasures that⁠⁠ truly remained were‌ usually jewels or​‍⁠ magical objects with​​ moderate effects.

Even‍⁠ so, Perda felt​⁠ curious about what​‌ Ahmad planned to⁠⁠‌ show him.

Ahmad​ had spoken with⁠ enough confidence that‌⁠ it was worth‌⁠⁠ anticipating.

Shortly​ afterward, four maids​ dressed like dancers⁠⁠ entered while carefully‍⁠ carrying a palanquin.‌

The⁠⁠⁠ delicacy with which​‍ they transported it⁠‌‌ made it obvious​‍ that it was‌ an object no‌ one should touch​ lightly.

Naturally,‌‍⁠ Perda also began‍‌ feeling anticipation.

On​​⁠ top of the⁠‌‍ palanquin rested a long box.

Just⁠‍​ the right size‌‌‍ to store a dagger.

Ahmad​⁠‌ personally opened the‌ box and displayed​‌⁠ its contents on​⁠‍ the table.

“This​ is…”

Perda’s⁠⁠ eyes widened.

He⁠⁠ had pursued power​​ his entire life‌ as a mage,‍​‍ so he recognized‍​​ it immediately.

“You‌​ know what it⁠ is?”

“A‌‍ branch of the‍‌‌ World Tree struck⁠‌‍ by Reverse Lightning…⁠ is it not?”​‌

Ahmad‌⁠​ was surprised upon​​‌ hearing Perda’s answer.‍

“Exactly.‍⁠ You recognized it‌​ immediately. Not just‌‌​ anyone could do⁠​‌ that…”

Branches⁠ of the World⁠⁠ Tree contain pure‍‍‍ mana until the⁠‍ moment they break,​ but when struck​ by lightning their​​⁠ properties change and​‍⁠ amplify electrical power.​⁠

It‍⁠⁠ was one of​ the indispensable materials‌​ for crafting staffs‍​ among lightning-specialized mages.​

However,‍‍ ordinary World Tree​‌ branches struck by‍‍⁠ normal lightning existed​⁠⁠ by the thousands,​​⁠ so they were⁠‍‌ not especially rare.⁠

But⁠ Reverse Lightning was‍ different.

‘The​‍ lightning only the‌‍⁠ First Witch, Lucy⁠‍ Philiaz, could use.’​‍

Lucy‌‍​ Philiaz, the witch⁠‍⁠ who defied providence‍⁠‍ and possessed the‌⁠ only power capable‌​‍ of confronting the‌‍ gods.

Her‌⁠‍ representative symbol was​‌ precisely Reverse Lightning.​

Unlike‍ ordinary blue lightning,⁠⁠ this one was⁠ red and seemed‍‌ to pierce the⁠ sky itself.

Only‍⁠ seven branches of‍​‍ the World Tree⁠ struck by that‍‍ lightning existed.

One⁠​ was in Erdes’s‍‌ possession.

Another‍ belonged to the⁠⁠ Blue Eyes Magic‍⁠​ Tower.

And‍ the other five​‌‍ were distributed among⁠​ prestigious mage families.⁠​‌

However,​‍‍ two of those⁠‍​ families vanished along‌‌‍ with the fall⁠​ of their houses.‌⁠

‘So⁠⁠‌ one of the‌ missing branches ended​‍ up here?’

There​‍⁠ were many possibilities.​

Perhaps‍⁠ some gambling-addicted mage‍ heir stole the‌​​ family heirloom and⁠‌⁠ pawned it, later‍ pretending it had⁠ been lost.

Or‍‍​ perhaps a thief‌ truly stole it⁠ and ended up⁠ spending all the​ money gambling here.‌‌

Whatever⁠‍ the process, nothing‌⁠​ mattered compared to⁠ the impact of‌​ that branch.

‘1.2⁠​ million golden.’

Even​​ many kings would‌‍ struggle to offer‍ such an amount.‍‌

It⁠ was such an‍‌ absurd price that​⁠ Perda remembered it‍‌​ perfectly.

For⁠‍ lightning mages, it⁠​⁠ was one of⁠ the most valuable‌​⁠ materials in existence.‍⁠

“There​‌ is something I am curious about.”‌‍‌

“Yes,⁠​⁠ yes. Ask whatever​​‍ you wish.”

“How‌​⁠ much was this⁠​‌ branch pawned for?”‍​

Ahmad‍ smiled broadly, as⁠‌⁠ though he had⁠ expected that question.‌‍‍

“For⁠ 10 thousand golden.”⁠

No​‍ less than one‍⁠ hundred twenty times​​ less.

Perda‍​‌ once again understood⁠ just how much​ gambling could destroy​ people.

Had‌ they handed over‍‌‍ something worth 1.2⁠ million for such​ pitiful scraps?

But​⁠‍ that was not‌ what mattered.

‘Ahmad‌‍ knows perfectly well‍‌⁠ how valuable this​‍ is.’

Even​ if it did​‍‍ not reach 1.2‌ million, he surely‌​⁠ believed he could​ sell it for‍ more than 500⁠‌ thousand golden.

It​‌‌ was not an​ object one could⁠​‌ casually gift while⁠ simply saying “it‌⁠ is a present.”⁠‌⁠

What‍ that meant was⁠⁠ simple.

Perda⁠​ was worth more‌ than that enormous‌‌ sum.

Ahmad⁠‍ had already finished⁠‌‍ his own calculations.⁠⁠

“Are‌ you certain you‍​‌ can give me⁠‍⁠ something this valuable?”​​‍

“Objects‍‍ always find their​ true owner. Is⁠⁠ it not fitting⁠‍ to gift lightning‍⁠ to one who​‍ commands lightning?”

The⁠‍ spells Perda used‍​ during the wolf​​ monster incident were‍ Lightning Spear and‍⁠ Lightning Bolt.

Because⁠‍⁠ of that, Ahmad⁠‍ seemed to have⁠ assumed that Perda‌‌ was a lightning‌‌​ mage.

‘Even⁠ so, if I make a staff​⁠ with this, it‍‍‌ will undoubtedly be​‌ useful.’

It‌⁠ was a material‌ that could only‌‍ bring benefits; it‌⁠ would never become‌‍‍ a burden.

Perda‌ accepted Ahmad’s gift.⁠

“I⁠‍ will receive it​⁠ gratefully. After accepting​ such a valuable​‍​ gift, I do⁠​‍ not know if​⁠ I can simply‍⁠​ remain idle.”

“You‍ need not worry‌ so much. Should‍⁠ comrades who share⁠⁠‍ the same circumstances‍‍⁠ not help one​ another?”

“The​⁠ same circumstances?”

“That​ is correct. We‍​‍ are both in​​ the position of‌​‌ having to build‌‍‌ everything from nothing.”‌​​

Ahmad⁠ rose from his​‌ seat and walked⁠⁠‌ toward the window.​

Perda‌⁠ followed him.

When​ he looked outside,​ what appeared was‌ a wasteland beneath‌​​ a scorching sun.​

“Hallim‍ was once one​⁠‍ of many cities⁠ doomed to disappear‍​ upon barren lands.‍​ When mages expanded​‌​ their ambitions, our‍​ city also became⁠‍ one of their​‍ targets.”

The​ interference of mages​ in internal affairs​ was something common⁠‌ in the south.⁠‌⁠

Water⁠ was always scarce‍​‌ there.

Because​⁠ of that, anyone‍‌‍ capable of manipulating‌⁠‍ the water element‌ received privileged treatment.⁠

And‍ if they also‍ mastered ice, they​‌​ could set whatever⁠ price they wished.⁠‌

“That⁠ is why my‍ grandfather fought to‌‌​ revive Hallim. He‌‌‌ made every kind⁠⁠​ of sacrifice for​​ this land manipulated​ by mages and‍ abandoned by the‍⁠⁠ gods.”

Ahmad’s⁠ eyes became moist.​‌

It​‌⁠ looked as though​⁠‍ he himself had⁠ lived through that‌‌​ bitterness, his expression⁠⁠ filled with accumulated​​ resentment.

“Everyone‍​ said this city‍ was doomed. But‍ look at the‌ result! Everyone called‍‌ this place an‌‌‌ impious land abandoned‌ by the gods,⁠ yet we grew⁠​ to the point​‌ where no one‍‍‍ can ignore us!⁠ All of this⁠⁠‌ was built by​ human hands!”

A prosperous city completely‍​⁠ detached from the​ nature of a wasteland.

There‍⁠ were many small‌‍‌ cities adapted to​‌ the southern desert,‍‍​ but none reached‌ Hallim’s level of⁠ luxury and civilization.‍​

“And​ my father, Abdul‍⁠‌ Hashim, always said​ that we must​ never hesitate to⁠‍ help our brothers⁠⁠ who endure the⁠‌​ same circumstances. The⁠ Far East is‍‌‌ our brother! A sister nation walking​‌‌ the same path​ and deserving to​ share the same​‌ prosperity!”

Ahmad​​ radiated a passion‌ capable of setting⁠‌⁠ the entire world​⁠​ ablaze.

Anyone​‍‍ would have been‍‍ moved by the‍ intensity of his‌‌‍ words.

But​​ Perda did not‌⁠ simply believe him.‌

To⁠⁠ protect a land‍​​ where no one⁠‍‌ was sane, one​‌ had to remain‌‌ sane all 365‍ days of the​ year.

That‍​ was not a choice, but a necessity.

It​ made no sense‍‍‌ for someone to​‌ offer such an‌‌‌ enormous favor solely‍⁠ out of gratitude.‍​‍

‘It⁠​⁠ seems Vernell truly‍‌ made a strong‌​‌ impression on him.’​

He‌‌ had surely understood‍⁠ the value of​⁠‌ magitechnology.

The‌‍ opportunity to obtain⁠‌​ an object capable⁠‍ of killing monsters‍‍⁠ with a single‌​​ shot.

Ahmad⁠‍‌ did not want‍ to let such‍ an opportunity slip‍ away.

After‍‍​ organizing his thoughts,‌ Perda spoke.

“We​‌‍ are currently building⁠‍‍ villages under the⁠​‌ domain of Castle‌⁠ Valdrova for the⁠​​ conquest of the‍ Far East.”

“I​​ heard about that​‍ as well. I imagine you are‌ severely lacking in⁠ materials and manpower.‌⁠‌ What was the⁠ estimated completion date?”‌‌

“They‌ say that the‌ foundational work and⁠ water system alone​ will take a year. And including⁠ the walls, even⁠​ optimistically, it would​ take at least‌‌ five years.”

“Five⁠​‌ years?!”

Ahmad‌​ stroked his beard⁠ while thinking.

Then‌ he raised two⁠‌‍ fingers and said.​

“Two⁠ years.”

“What?”‍⁠​

“We‌​ will provide materials​ and workers to​⁠ reduce the project⁠⁠ to two years.”‍​‍

It​‌ was such a radical proposal that​​ it was difficult‌⁠ to believe it‍‌ was real.

He​⁠‍ was saying he‍ could cut three⁠ entire years from⁠​​ the project.

The⁠‌ only things lacking​‌ were materials and​‌ manpower.

And‍ if Ahmad covered‌ precisely those shortages,⁠ construction would advance⁠​‍ at brutal speed.‍‍

“Naturally,‍ for an urban‍‍ project of this⁠ scale, a direct‌⁠ road to Castle‌ Valdrova must also​ be opened. We​‌‌ will support that‍​ part as well.”‍⁠

“But⁠‍ does a road‌ not already exist?”​⁠‍

“That‍‌ one passes through⁠ the Empire. It⁠‍‍ is not a direct route. Taking​​ that path is​ far too troublesome.‍⁠ And above all…”‌⁠​

Suddenly,⁠⁠ Ahmad pretended to⁠‌⁠ look around like‌‍ a conspirator and‍​‌ spoke in a lowered voice.

“One​ cannot trust those​ people from the​ imperial capital.”

Perda​​‍ silently nodded in‍‌​ agreement.

Despite‍​ his exaggerated gestures,‍ the depth of⁠​ his thinking exceeded‍ expectations.

‘But‌⁠​ even so… can​ he truly make⁠​ such an extreme‍ offer?’

Reducing‌ three years of​ construction and additionally⁠ building roads went​‌ far beyond the‍‌ usual “we will‌ cooperate with development”​⁠⁠ exchanged between nobles.​​

‘Just‌ as they say‌​ all roads lead​‌‌ to the Empire,​​ all roads in‌ the south lead‌ to Hallim.’

Hallim⁠ was the most​ active commercial center⁠ in the south‌​ precisely because it​‍ was an entertainment⁠‍‍ city.

It‍⁠ would not be‌ an exaggeration to⁠​⁠ say that the‍⁠​ finest products of‍​⁠ the south ended⁠​‌ up there to‍ be sold to⁠ nobles arriving from‌ all directions.

In⁠ other words, Perda​ was securing a direct commercial connection‌ with the south.⁠​

‘Vernell⁠⁠ was even more​ useful than I imagined.’

If‍ he had not‌ created this opportunity,‍‌⁠ they would never​​‍ have been able‍‌‍ to reach such⁠‌ a position.

The​‍ progress brought forth​ by the winds‍ of innovation made‍ Perda smile on​‍‌ his own.

But​‌ even at the⁠‌ end, Perda did⁠‌‍ not lower his​‍⁠ guard.

Ahmad’s‍⁠​ true intentions began‍⁠⁠ to reveal themselves⁠​‍ then.

“Everything⁠ before this was‍⁠ merely my contribution.‌​ And now, allow‍ me to make‌ you a proposal.”‍‍‌

Ahmad⁠​ extended his hand.​‌

“What‍ would you think​‍ about forming a commercial alliance with‍​ Hallim?”

***‌‌

After‌‌⁠ finishing his conversation​⁠‌ with Ahmad, Perda​ returned to Stephan.​

“Hahaha!”​

Meanwhile,⁠​​ Stephan was holding‌ Vernell’s hand and‌ laughing like a madman.

“What’s​⁠​ going on?”

“Hahahah!​ We hit the‌‌‌ jackpot! The jackpot!”​

“Huh?⁠ Huh?”

“Look‌ at this!”

The⁠​ pile of papers‍ Stephan pulled out⁠‌ and placed on⁠⁠ the table were‌ all investment proposals.‍‌​

From‍‍ 100 golden to‍‍ 10 thousand golden.‌

The⁠‌ highest one even​ reached 100 thousand​‌​ golden.

“Not​‍​ only merchants, but⁠ nobles from all‌ across the continent⁠ are interested in⁠ our products!”

“Is​ that a good‍⁠‍ thing?”

“The‍ mere fact that‌‌​ they sent these‌‍ documents means we​ have the advantage!​ The fact that​ they’re making such‌⁠ aggressive offers without​‍ even testing the​⁠‍ waters first carries‌⁠‍ enormous meaning!”

“So‌ you’re saying we⁠ have control.”

“Exactly!”⁠‍⁠

Perda,⁠ who had been⁠‍‌ completely left out,​ silently observed the‍ scene before speaking.⁠‍⁠

“Then‌ what do you​⁠ plan to do?”⁠​⁠

“Ah,‌⁠ Regent, you’re back.‍​‌ How could we‌‌ possibly let this‌​ opportunity slip away?!​​ Accepting immediately is​ something only an​ idiot would do!‌⁠‍ In this situation‌⁠ there are much‌ better strategies. Would‍‍ you like to‌‍ hear them?”

Excited,‍ Stephan handed Perda‍‍​ a business model​ plan.

“The​ big shots want‌‌⁠ us right now!⁠‌‌ Since magitechnological weapons⁠ are attracting interest‌⁠ from many places,‍​ I plan to​ discuss things with‌‌ the new administrator​ and prepare investment‌‍ strategies and real⁠ estate auctions.”

Everything‍​ coming out of‍‍⁠ his mouth was‌‌​ money, money, and​ more money.

Precisely‌‍ the money that‍​‍ Administrator Isabella feared‌‌​ so much and‌‍ that could now‍‍ be obtained through​‍ these methods.

“With​⁠‌ this amount of​ money… we could‍​ even establish a new trading company.⁠ One that has‍⁠⁠ the Far East‌⁠ as its main‍⁠ headquarters…”

“A‌‌ new trading company?”‌

Perda‍ interrupted his words.‍‍​

“Yes.‍ It would not‌ be part of‍‍‍ the Pascal Trading⁠​ Company, but a completely independent company‌​ established in the‍‍‍ east. You would​‌ hold 31% of⁠ the shares, Vernell⁠‌⁠ 20%, I would‌ take another 20%,​ and the remaining⁠‍‍ 29% would go⁠⁠‍ to outside investors.”⁠‌

“If‌ it’s our company,‍ why do we‍‍⁠ need outsiders?”

“To‍​‌ open trade routes​ with large companies,‍​⁠ they usually demand‍⁠‌ a certain percentage​ of shares. In⁠⁠​ exchange, we also​​‍ buy shares from‍ them, so it’s⁠⁠ more of an​ exchange than anything​⁠ else. It doesn’t⁠⁠ present a major⁠‌​ problem.”

They‍ were professional merchants,​​‌ and the people‍‌ they dealt with​ were as well.​

It​⁠ was a complicated‌‌ conversation.

That⁠ was why Perda‌⁠ did not try⁠⁠ to delve too​ deeply into the⁠⁠ matter.

“What‌⁠ do you think?”​‌

“I‍⁠‍ have no objections​⁠⁠ if it will‌​ help the development‍‌‍ of the village,‍‍‌ but I do‌​ not understand why‌‌‍ you are so⁠‌​ excited.”

Perda​ reviewed the documents⁠‍​ Stephan had handed​⁠​ him once more.​⁠

However,‍ several of the‍⁠⁠ strategies Stephan proposed‍‌ felt strange.

Even⁠​​ though Perda was⁠⁠ not an expert‌ in economics, he​ could still sense‍ it.

“Among‌ the proposals you⁠‌ presented, there are‌ too many that​​​ seem to start⁠ completely from scratch.”​‌

It​ was like having‍ a well beside⁠ you and still‍​ insisting on digging⁠‍⁠ another one.

As⁠‌ if they were​‍​ trying to build​ everything again from‍ an empty plot‌⁠​ of land.

Perda’s‌⁠ intuition was correct.​‍

“Yes.‌‍‌ There are things‍ we will have‌ to start from‌​‍ scratch.”

“Why?”‌‌

“Because⁠‌‌ we can control⁠ a trading company​‍ without depending on‌ the Pascal Trading‌ Company.”

“Then…”⁠‍⁠

Perda’s⁠⁠ gaze sharpened.

Stephan⁠‍‌ unconsciously tensed under​‌‌ those eyes.

“What‍‍​ I’m asking is‍‍⁠ why you don’t‍‍ want to depend​​ on Pascal.”

“The‌⁠ company… still isn’t‌ mine. It belongs‌⁠‍ to my father.‍​​ And besides…”

The​ words did not​‍‌ come easily.

But‍​​ Perda’s gaze practically‌ forced him to‌ confess them.

“To‌⁠‌ be honest… it’s⁠ not even necessary​‌ for that company​‍ to become mine.”⁠

“I⁠‍ see.”

Clack!‌

Perda‌​ threw the documents​ he had been​ reading onto the‍​ table.

To‍ Stephan, the sound‍ felt like a slap striking his⁠⁠‍ face.

Perda’s⁠ blue eyes seemed​‍​ to grow even‌‍ colder.

“Then⁠‍‍ you are not‌‌ useful.”

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