Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 742 Benefiting Life
"So, you are the envoy sent by Congzhong City, representing Lord Dusuan?"

Thales sat in his study, smiling as he looked at the male envoy from a foreign land: he was dressed in brocade robes, with a magnificent collar and sleeves, and his face was covered with the unique patterns of the Hambur people, which made his face look exaggerated and peculiar, even distorting the shape of his eyes.

“Indeed. Blessed by the sun, esteemed and noble Diebatails, my servant is named Nawusude, a servant under the command of Taraldusuan.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Nausud followed the etiquette of Hambur, bowed deeply to his abdomen, touched his forehead with his left hand, praised the rising sun, and paid homage to Thales.

Thales smiled and asked him to sit down.

“The sun shines eternally, Diyebatails… I mean, if my lord Dusuan were to learn of His Highness Thales’s regency in Kongming Palace in Congzhong City, he would surely be overjoyed and would offer generous gifts in celebration.”

Nausud's Western Common Language has a strong accent, but its grammar is accurate and its vocabulary is authentic, making it easy for outsiders to understand.

In contrast, he stood hunched over, not daring to sit down, his posture cautious and even somewhat timid.

"It is a pity that your humble servant is too lowly to speak and offer prayers on behalf of my lord. I only wish that the Lord of the Sun would enlighten your eyes and ears, and that the Goddess of the Setting Sun would purify your faith, making you devout and respectful. Furthermore, I hope that you will grant me the teachings of the ultimate true God, so that I may finally hear the truth!"

This special blessing, which connected the three gods, made Thales quite uncomfortable. He recalled what Gilbert had taught him about the customs and traditions of the Hamboldt dynasty.

Unlike the Sunset faith within the Star Kingdom, which emphasizes in its scriptures that the Sunset is the third generation of supreme deity after the Bright God and the Holy Sun (to align with the legitimacy of the three dynasties: the Ancient Empire, the Final Empire, and the Star Kingdom), the Hambul Dynasty, after the third Kadil—historically known as "Supreme Kadil"—Iraora's "righteous faith," expelled heresy and solely revered the Sun God as the only true faith. The Sun Temple's interpretation of the *Sun Holy Meaning* is that the true god and true faith have been the only one from ancient times to the present.

The divine beings never perished; they transformed into the holy sun to enlighten mortals. The holy sun, in turn, never disappeared; it transformed into the rising sun to save the world.

And one day, the Great Lord of the Sun will return to true faith in the most dazzling, glorious, and greatest "Supreme Beginning," perfecting his divinity and achieving an ultimate divine form that mortals cannot even imagine, great and perfect.

After the “Supreme Beginning,” wherever divinity is present, divine power is unleashed, and divine might is awe-inspiring, everyone becomes a saint, and heaven is everywhere.

In other words, from the creation of the world by the enlightened gods, to the salvation of mortals by the holy sun, and finally to the dawn of heaven establishing the kingdom, each stage is an inevitable path for the mortal world, a checkpoint set by fate, a test given by the righteous gods, an absolutely unavoidable but ultimately inevitable destination.

If you, as a believer of the Sun, feel that life is difficult, that the world is full of suffering, and that life is hopeless, it must be because the "Supreme Beginning" has not yet arrived, the world is still in an imperfect intermediate stage, because the Sun King has not yet revealed the world, because the Kingdom of Heaven has not yet been established, and because ultimate divinity has not yet been achieved.

If you wish to transcend these sufferings, the only thing you can do, and must do, is to steadfastly uphold your faith in the Sunrise, wholeheartedly await and propel the "Supreme Beginning," and be willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of achieving a heavenly kingdom that even your grandson can see and enjoy. When the Day of the Supreme Beginning arrives and the Sunrise King achieves his ultimate goal, your achievements will be complete, and you will become a saint.

Of course, as for what exactly the "Supreme Beginning" in *The Holy Meaning of the Sun* refers to—whether it's a war to expel heretics, a profound revolution, a far-reaching missionary effort, or a cataclysmic event like the Final War—different theologians and scribes throughout history have offered different interpretations and debates, even leading to religious wars due to differing opinions—which was one of the causes of the Second Continental War.

In the second century of the End of the Calendar, an extreme sect suddenly rose up in the Temple of the Sun. This sect believed that the Sunset faith, which also (claimed to be) derived from the Sun across the sea, and the Sunset Goddess they worshipped, was the part of divinity that the Sun King was missing in his return to the true faith. Since they all came from the same source of the Sun, what reason was there not to return to one place to achieve a more complete, greater, and supreme great achievement that could save people from suffering and bring about a boundless heavenly kingdom?
In this way, it becomes obvious what "Supreme Beginning" refers to.

(As for the Sun Goddess and the Sunset Goddess, who is the master and who is the assistant, who is superior and who is inferior, who complements whom, who merges with whom, well, since they have become one, perfected their divinity, and achieved the ultimate feat, is there any need to distinguish between them?)
Unfortunately, this sect, known as the "Gate of Dawn," grew in strength and even managed to persuade Qadil Dunkebar, who was later known as "the ill-intentioned Qadil." At the time, he had just taken over the dynasty from his hardworking uncle and was full of ambition and eager to make a difference.

Under the constant encouragement, the ninth Khadil of Hambur, Dunkebab Ama Dunsun Hambur, began to believe that he was the one who would initiate and witness the “Supreme Beginning” and would ultimately help the Sun Lord achieve ultimate divinity, gain merit by His side, and be the destined King who would live eternally with divinity.

As we all know:

The Hambul Dynasty sent envoys to the Western Continent, intending to spread Christianity to various nations, but they were politely refused by the Star Kingdom and Exter.

(“It is certainly excellent that you, Cadil, have such a grand ambition… Well then, if you can persuade the high priests and archbishops of the Sunset Temple and the Sunset Church to agree… What, where are they? Oh, those were just arguing at the palace gate…” — Prime Minister of the Star Kingdom, the “kind” Drex Nantryster)
(“Fine! Fine! Fine! As long as you prove that the Sunrise is stronger than the Sunset, and can do things that the Sunset can’t do—then let the Sunrise Lord descend to earth at night to suck my cock! Sucking for three days and three nights! I’ll believe it’s a true god! You can preach all you want! You can even preach to the Ice Bastards! Look, right here! See it? Come on? Huh? Where’s the Sunrise God? Suck it? What? Too big for it?”—King Exeter, “Fool” Jacob Rumba)

Enraged, Kadil Dunkebar rallied allies, including Su Ye, and led a million troops across the sea to invade.

However, after the Eastern Allied Forces successfully landed, conquered cities and territories, spread their faith, and fought fiercely with the Western Allied Forces of Star and Exter for several months, the massive Morning Wind Fleet of Hambul, carrying a large number of wounded Eastern Allied Forces, returned home to replenish supplies and replace their men. But when they sailed near the Borasco Trench, they unexpectedly encountered the naval fleet of "Far Sail" Kaiser II, which had set off from Bright Harbor.

From contact battles to skirmishes, from main battles to decisive battles, from pursuit battles to annihilation battles... the fierce naval battle lasted for a full month. In the end, the Morning Wind Fleet was stained with blood, with less than one-tenth of its fleet remaining.

With their ships sunk and their escape route cut off, the Eastern Lands' land forces were thrown into disarray. In an effort to bolster morale and regain naval superiority, they rashly abandoned their posts and blindly marched towards Bright Harbor. However, in the thick fog, they stumbled upon the marching route of King Exeter's personal army, a formidable force eager for battle, hastily arriving from the north to provide reinforcements…

The result can be imagined.

"Damn these Star People, these damn Imperial bastards! I brought my whole army to help them fight! What's wrong with asking for a few tens of thousands of pounds of grain and a few hundred girls to cool them down? Is that a lot? I didn't ask for their king's mother... Damn them, misers, they won't even give that. I just don't know what they're afraid of, treating us like thieves..."

Believe it or not, if you piss me off, we'll attack Yongxing City first! We'll divide up the girls and food! We'll make that imperial king's mother suck my blood—what? There are people in the thick fog ahead? No flags? A huge crowd, probably local refugees?
"Fuck them, they're just damn imperialists anyway, who cares if they're soldiers or thieves, even better if they're pretty girls... Never mind, brothers, let's go! Let's rob the Star People as much as we can first!"

—This is a rallying speech given by Jacob Lumbar, the "Fool," to King Exeter, just before the victory. In this battle, the warriors of the North, driven by righteousness, fought bravely, each striving to be the first, fearless of death, and ultimately broke through the enemy lines.
As for Dunkebab Hambour, this devout Qadil who dreamed of witnessing the "Supreme Beginning" and completing the ultimate work for the Dawn Lord, he vomited blood and fainted after receiving news of the defeat at the front. When he woke up, he cried and laughed, became mentally unstable, and could not attend to matters. In the end, he was forcibly sent to the temple for treatment by the Patriarch of the Dawn Temple and the high-ranking officials of the seven families. He unfortunately passed away a few years later.

Back in the present, in the study, Thales carefully observed Nausud for a while and found that he lowered his head and didn't even dare to raise his head when he spoke, which can be described as extremely submissive.

It's as if they were trained in a very strict and methodical way since childhood.

Thales' eyes darted around:
"If what you say is true, and you can't even speak for him, how can what I say today reach your master's ears?"

Nawusude—the envoy from Hampur—was startled and spoke tremblingly:
"The sun shines above, Your Highness, you are the most honorable Dieba on the western shore of the End of the Sea, and the next 'Golden Ancient Blood' Kadile of the Star Kingdom!"

Gilded Ancient Blood.

Thales frowned.

That's how the Hambur people refer to the imperial bloodline, and by the ancient name of Carloser.

Nawusude himself placed his hands on his abdomen and bowed exaggeratedly:

"Therefore whatever you have said or done, the sun bears witness that I will bring back to the other side of the sea, back to Hambul, back to the city of Chok, and to my generous and wise Lord Tusuan, who is favored by the sun, as if he had seen and heard it with his own eyes. I will ensure that your wise words are not incomplete or flawed."

Although it wasn't his native language, the way he spoke was so elegant and refined that Thales nodded in approval and couldn't help but look at him with new respect.

If this person didn't speak the Common Language of the Western Continent from childhood, then it's clear that they've put a lot of effort into language learning, and not just the Common Language of the Western Continent, but most likely they are also proficient in both Eastern and Western languages.

Unfortunately, Thales is not here to appreciate the art of language today.

“Indeed, your master will see and hear it with his own eyes and ears,” Thales said in a deep voice, “but not through the retelling of others, or even through translation.”

The prince looked at the messenger before him with a sharp gaze.

“Because of you, Nausud, you are not a servant, not even a messenger.”

Nawusude frowned.

The next second, Thales decisively raised his index finger, pointing it directly at the messenger:
"Because you are Taral of Congzhong City, that is, the city lord himself—Dusuan Lisheng Guodalan."

As soon as he finished speaking, Usud was completely stunned.

When he came to his senses, he immediately knelt down in fright, his voice trembling with tension:
"Your Excellency, of the gilded ancient blood, Diebatals, please forgive my dull ears and dull mind, for I cannot fully comprehend the essence of the ancient common language, but my lord Dusuan is currently..."

“You can deny it with your words, Dusuan,” Thales said coldly, “or save us both some time.”

Nawud was trembling with fear, but then his eyes lit up, and he offered a fawning yet sorrowful explanation:
“Your servant understands! Your Excellency Dieba, you must have used exquisite and unique rhetoric to compare your servant to the senses and hearing of our wise Lord Dusuan, as if he were part of his noble body. But your servant is of lowly status, and if my Lord were to hear these words…”

"Then you may stay and send your mission back home."

Nawusud looked up in surprise!
"And also give a message to Taraldusuan," Thales said, his eyes fixed on the sorrowful messenger, "say that I like his servant very much, and for this, I am willing to offer two hundred gold coins as compensation to keep you here to serve me for life."

Nawusude's face turned deathly pale.

“Your Highness… Your Highness Thales…” His lips trembled.

"What, you don't want to?"

Thales sneered, "Or is it that Dusuan himself is unwilling?"

Nawud was completely stunned.

The study became quiet.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Finally, Nawud slowly lowered his head, and the tension and fear on his face gradually disappeared.

"Haha, you found out."

The "envoy"—more precisely, the lord of Congzhong City, Dusuan Guodalan—removed his turban, unveiled his face, and revealed a mysterious smile:
"Little Diyeba with gilded ancient blood."

Thales looked into his eyes and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If the other party denies it to the death...

The second prince leaned back in his chair, taking a second look at the nobleman, Hamber, who was traveling incognito:

"I know that in the Hambul Dynasty, only those with illustrious family backgrounds or outstanding achievements can gain the favor of the Dawn Temple and be bestowed with a sacred Dawn name. And most Dawn names reflect one's character, physical characteristics, or talents..."

Dusuan narrowed his eyes.

After removing his disguise, he had a handsome face, bright eyes, and a composed demeanor, a stark contrast to his earlier hunched and timid appearance.

“For example, you, Taraldusuan, the city lord Dusuan, your name is ‘Lisheng’.”

Thales relaxed for a short while before becoming alert again, constantly reminding himself that his opponent was not to be underestimated.

"This clearly demonstrates your achievements in governing Congzhong City—saving countless lives and bringing prosperity to millions of people."

Thales took a deep breath, looked directly at his opponent, and called out his opponent's well-known nickname in Hamble:
"Lisheng Tarar".

Dusuan's eyes lit up, and he smiled slightly, revealing his pure white teeth.

“You flatter me, my dear little Diyeba,” he casually tossed himself onto the sofa, limbs outstretched, without a trace of politeness or restraint. “All credit belongs to the Lord of the Sun.”

Diyeba...

Although he knew that this unfamiliar and strange word was a title for a prince or duke in the Hamber etiquette, just as Taral was a title for a city lord or governor, Thales was still a little uncomfortable (especially with the prefix "cute"), but he soon realized that this Lisheng Taral spoke the common language of the Western Continent fluently and smoothly, without any trace of the slight accent of "Nausud" he had just heard.

"You speak the Western Common Language very well."

“That’s right,” Dusuan said with a smug look. “When I was classmates with Jann, he learned the Eastern Continent language faster than I learned the Western Continent language. Although it was partly due to the environment, I just wasn’t convinced… So I spent every day hanging out in the Western Continent merchants’ shops and talking to people every day, and that’s how I learned this foreign language—well, it inevitably has some of the combined accents from all over the Western Continent.”

Yes, studying under Janne during his studies in the Eastern Continent—that aligns with the intelligence.

but……

Thales frowned: So, this nobleman Hamber was just faking his accent.

"Did Jenn invite you here?"

“In fact, I came of my own accord,” Dusuan observed him for a while before clicking his tongue, “to see with my own eyes the ‘lost and found Dieba’ of the Empire beyond the mountains and seas, and the next ‘Gilded Ancient Blood Kadil’.”

Dusuan spoke in a relaxed tone and with a natural demeanor, as if they were having a casual chat.

No matter how he performed, even if he seemed like a fool, Thales dared not let his guard down.

Moreover... this is "Beneficial Life" Taral.

"To travel incognito is truly daring."

Having learned from his previous experience, Thales dared not be careless. He focused all his energy on thinking about what kind of opponent he was and how to start a conversation to achieve his goal:
"Jan didn't say anything?"

“Of course, when I first arrived in Emerald City, I scared him half to death,” Dusuan said with a smile. “Until Jan asked me for help: ‘Bless me, if anything goes wrong, I must rescue his sister and get her out of the city.’”

Thales frowned:
"Rescue Hilaire from the city...is it that serious?"

Therefore, this foreign dignitary was a backup plan left by Janne for his escape.

And it's very likely that this is the last resort.

“Looks like I was worrying too much,” Dusuan sighed, looking at the wound on Thales’ face. “His sister is tough and capable; she probably doesn’t need anyone to take care of her!”

“Being able to entrust your sister with this responsibility,” Thales said, not bothering to explain the injury on his face, “shows that you two have a deep friendship.”

"That's—quite profound!"

Dusuan laughed heartily and leaned back on the sofa:
“Xi Ri Lian Jian, when we were studying in Xi Wang City, we often joked that with the depth of my friendship and the breadth of our understanding, if either of us were a girl, we would definitely get married!”

Not so good.

If he and Jann are really that close, like childhood friends...

What offer should I use to win him over?
Thales raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes:
Is it appropriate to describe your relationship with Janine as that of husband and wife?

"What's wrong with it?"

Dusuan raised an eyebrow and slapped his thigh hard:

"You know, the servants of the Far East, who work day and night, often compare themselves to the king's concubines, writing poems to beg for his favor, rolling around and acting coquettishly, and taking pride in it, spreading it everywhere!"

Thales was preoccupied with the other party's potential interests and weaknesses, his mind elsewhere:

"Really?"

“Oh my,” Dusuan said, leaning back in his chair with a relaxed air, “that sentence, when read aloud, with its sweet and pleasurable sounds, begging only for the king’s favor, is truly seductive and alluring—ah, even a eunuch would blush and be burning with desire!” So ​​you’re comparing your friendship with Jann to that of a married couple?

Thales snapped out of his daze, his expression strange:
"Um, okay, so besides being practically husband and wife, you and Jenn don't have anything..."

But the next second, Du Suan, who had been all smiles and relaxed, suddenly turned cold.

"Besides discussing the similarities between friendship and love," he said seriously, "I wonder what Diebartels needs me to do by inviting me here and revealing my identity?"

In that instant, Lisheng Taral's expression was cold, and his eyes were sharp.

The transition was so abrupt that Thales paused in surprise.

Not good.

Thales frowned, a warning sounding in his mind:

Beware, Thales.

This adversary, who dared to travel to Emerald City incognito, is trying to control the course of the dialogue.

Don't let him succeed.

So Thales didn't waste any more time and got straight to the point:
“Very well! Since you’ve brought it up… In fact, Emerald City is burdened with debts totaling millions…”

"Oh." Dusuan nodded in realization.

"...And my men, after tracing the source and going through seventy or eighty twists and turns, finally discovered that several of these large debts with complex origins were all intricately linked to the Eastern Continent..."

Thales paused, observing the other person:

"Roughly speaking, they are all debts that were borrowed from Congzhong City and lent to Emerald City under various pretexts."

Huge debt.

At that moment, Dusuan's eyes flickered.

But he reacted quickly, slapping his forehead, his face showing embarrassment:

"Oh dear, it seems you've discovered not only my identity, but also this one..."

Thales wasn't going to let him get away with it:

"What explanation do you have for this, Lisheng Tarar?"

Dusuan blinked.

"Oh dear, how else can this be explained!"

He burst into laughter:
“Look, this is a normal financial cooperation and trade transaction between me and Jan. You know, I have plenty of cash but lack connections, while he has various businesses and urgently needs funds. Cooperation is a win-win situation. But how can a rich man's son be tainted by money and compete with ordinary people for profit? It would damage his reputation if word got out, so I need to go through an agent…”

Thales interrupted him with a cold laugh:
"So, the suspicious restructuring of Emerald City's massive debts, the coincidental rescheduling, the simultaneous maturity dates, and the urgent demands for repayment, which led other small and medium-sized creditors to also pressure for repayment, almost causing Emerald City's government offices and merchant groups to go bankrupt and become empty-handed—was this at your behest?"

Dusuan's smile froze.

“I think I know what you’re up to, little Diyeba. I understand and sympathize with you, really,” said Lisheng Talal of Congzhong City, his eyes sharp and his tone serious. “But it’s only right to pay back debts.”

well.

As long as he admits it, that's fine.

“Law is not without human sentiment,” Thales softened his tone. “Is there really no room for negotiation?”

Lisheng Taral smiled.

"Thales, do you have money?"

Thales' heart sank.

Which pot does not open which pot.

“Oh, I’m not talking about ‘how much this meal costs’…” Dusuan casually rubbed his fingers together.

The next instant, his expression tightened, and he opened his palm, then slowly clenched it into a fist:
"I'm talking about...money."

Sensing Dusuan's increasingly serious gaze and his tightening fingers, as if gripping steel, Thales understood something.

"If you had it, you would understand the meaning of the following sentence..."

Lisheng Talal said coldly:

“That’s my money.”

Thales frowned.

Their eyes met in the air, tense and gloomy.

But the next second, Dusuan's expression changed and he smiled!
"No! To be precise, it's not my money. It's just the wealth accumulated by the people of Congzhong City through their hard work and thanks to the grace of the Great Lord Xi Ri. It's just that I'm temporarily holding onto it!"

Thales frowned even more deeply.

Dusuan helplessly shrugged:
"Therefore, little Diyeba, if you want to change these debts, it won't do you any good by coming to me alone..."

“First of all, I am a prince, I am Dieba,” Thales interrupted him coldly, “but not some ‘little Dieba’.”

Du Suan was taken aback.

Thales' attitude was now firm, a stark contrast to his previous mildness:
"Because my title is only about the nature of the title, not about its size, status, praise or criticism, or anything else."

He squinted:
"Just as I respectfully address you as Taraldusuan, rather than 'Little Taral' or 'Taral, who became the city lord's son-in-law through his wife.'"

Dusuan's expression suddenly changed!
The air in the study seemed to freeze for several seconds.

Thales stared intently at his opponent, aggressive and unyielding.

Finally, Dusuan took a deep breath and sat up straight.

“It was my fault,” he said solemnly, bowing deeply. “I apologize, Your Excellency Diebatells.”

Thales let out a breath.

But it's not over yet.

"Secondly, Lisheng Talal, I understand and sympathize with your respect for your claims, your appreciation for the principal you have lent out, and your insistence on repaying debts as a matter of course."

At this point, Thales changed the subject:
"But what about your debts?"

At that moment, Dusuan was stunned again!
He slowly raised his head, looking at Thales with a complex expression:

"My...what?"

well.

The intelligence is correct.

Seeing the other party's reaction, Thales secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The second prince propped his elbows on the table and sneered.

"Yes, I'm talking about those dozen or so loans that Janne used many agents to go through seventy or eighty detours before crossing the sea to lend to Congzhong City and then to the famous Lisheng Taral..."

Thales squinted:
"...It also matures after a certain number of years, and the total amount is about the same, um, it's also a huge debt of several million?"

Dusu Anche froze completely.

"I do not understand……"

boom!
Thales slammed his hand on the table:
"The truth is, you owe Emerald City at least several million dollars, just like Jenn owes Congzhong City—you and Jenn, you borrow money from each other."

Dusuan looked away and clicked his tongue:
"Everyone has times when they're short on cash and have trouble making ends meet..."

"Really? Just a temporary measure?"

Thales snorted coldly, opened a drawer, and took out a series of documents:

"Coincidentally, I have several hard-won engineering plans and budget sheets for Emerald City, including records of external negotiations, notarized documents for large transactions, proof of assets, debt contracts..."

Dusuan frowned and stepped forward.

"'The cash guarantee for this project is offset by an external debt of Congzhong City,' 'This business is invested and profited from by a certain merchant group of Congzhong City through debt collateral,' 'The termination or withdrawal of this transaction must be reported to the huge creditors overseas,' 'The validity of the Sea Wolf Fleet's contract is guaranteed by the Congzhong City Spice Guild, with assets including but not limited to cash, real estate, and receivables,' 'The notarized assets of this merchant group include a corporate fund invested in the building materials industry of a large city in the Eastern Continent, with substantial and reliable returns,' 'This urban construction fund is for designated use only and will not be used for other purposes. If there are any losses, they will be offset by the following external debts…'"

Before Thales could finish reading the contents, just a moment after seeing the file names, Dusuan sighed and put his hand to his forehead.

Thales smiled, a smile of satisfaction.

"I suspect that although the countries are different and the systems are different, Congzhong City probably has similar businesses and projects, relying on mysterious 'overseas creditors,' 'emerald city tycoons,' 'partners of the Sunset Kingdom,' and 'huge amounts of debt that can be exchanged in the Western Continent' to bolster their image, provide guarantees, offer collateral, and even act as big shots..."

Dusuan rubbed his fake eyebrows tightly without saying a word.

"This allows Emerald City and Congzhong City to mutually protect each other, each holding a trump card, concealing their finances, and sharing risks. They skillfully manipulate a series of complex operations involving time differences, interest rates, and credit costs, keeping all the powerful figures, partners, competitors, business rivals, and even their own clients and shareholders completely in the dark and making them look foolish..."

Ignoring the other person's expression, Thales chuckled and continued:

"At the same time, you deliberately maneuvered among yourselves, cross-shared, and converted real money into numbers on paper. One sum of money rolled around and became two, which were then used to build cities, hire officials, act as guarantors, negotiate business, set deadlines, deceive people, expand channels, bind more stakeholders, and even use as collateral to borrow more foreign debt, using new money to repay old debts and borrowing new money based on old debts, doing everything that could not be done with just cash and liquid assets..."

Dusuan said with a headache:

"You know, sometimes managing money requires a quick mind, boldness, and carefulness..."

"They also bully each other, falsely report their wealth, exaggerate the amount, and create debts and assets that do not actually exist and cannot be offset, which confuses others, making them either hesitant to act or blindly follow the trend to bet, truly making every penny count—or perhaps more than just a penny."

Thales clicked his tongue in amazement:

“I think I know how you ‘profit’ – you’re carrying huge debts and have an empty treasury, yet you’re managing huge sums of money, borrowing other people’s money to do your own thing. This trick of transferring money from one hand to the other, making it seem like you have three hands, is amazing. Even the people of Cornwall are amazed.”

The words fell.

You could hear a pin drop in the study.

Until Lisheng Talal sighed with a droopy expression, feeling helpless and bored:

"In fact, this system was borrowed from the credit industry in the southeastern states, and it's an innovative financial maneuvering technique..."

However, the Comas people were only cross-merchant groups, cross-industry groups, and cross-city states.

And all they did was... cross a country.

"Look at this era, if you don't manage your money, your money won't manage you; money that doesn't circulate is the same as money that doesn't exist..."

“Or perhaps you’ve managed your finances,” Thales interrupted, “and your finances have left you?”

Dusuan gave an awkward smile.

"In other words, setting aside all these twists and turns of addition and subtraction, Emerald City doesn't actually owe you any money," Thales concluded.

“No, no, no, to be precise, Emerald City still owes me money,” Dusuan quickly waved his hand in denial, “but at the same time, Congzhong City still owes Jann money.”

Thales frowned and said:

"What's the difference?"

"The difference is huge!"

Dusuan slapped his thigh.

“No matter what algorithm you use, as long as you don’t draw an equal sign,” the young Lisheng Taral revealed a cunning and shrewd smile, along with a touch of fresh and lovely charm, “the equation will forever remain at the moment before the calculation.”

Most people only need to know this much.

As for what will happen after we put the equals sign on...

Dusuan looked at Thales, whose expression was complicated, and smiled slightly:
What? Do you think a mere commoner like me can define my own algorithms and write my own formulas?