Lilya seemed to feel a pang of sympathy at these words, but remained silent.
Perhaps the list included someone she knew, but betraying His Majesty was a line she could never cross.
Rod observed Lilya’s expression, secretly relieved. He lightly tapped the tabletop with his fingers and produced another stack of parchment, which flew to Lilya's side.
“As for the remaining people in the palace, although they haven't betrayed me, their hearts are restless.”
“They're no longer suitable to stay by my side. Give them a sum of money to dismiss them. Lilya, you decide the amount.”
A touch of worry crossed Lilya’s charming face as she looked at the parchment, unsure what to do.
“Your Majesty…”
Rod asked, puzzled.
“Is there a problem?”
Lilya lowered her head in embarrassment.
“Even with strict budgeting, the palace funds are only enough for half a year. If we pay out this large sum for dismissal, we might go hungry.”
Rod almost couldn't hold back his laughter.
What kind of father had that old geezer been?
Damn it, was there any other heir to a kingdom more pathetic than him?
He didn’t even have money!
But thankfully.
If it had been earlier, he might have had to painstakingly develop products like glass wine, using business tactics to accumulate wealth over the years.
But now… he had a much simpler and brutal method.
“Lilya, give me a gold coin.”
“Huh? O-okay!”
Lilya carefully retrieved two gold coins and three silver coins from a hidden compartment in her clothing.
“I kept these gold coins close to me, just in case we had to escape with Your Majesty.”
Rod remained silent for a moment, then spoke softly.
“Don’t worry, starting today, we won’t have to be concerned about that anymore.”
Lilya nodded vigorously, her face beaming.
“Yes, I trust Your Majesty, and we're getting more companions too!”
Rod picked up a gold coin and examined it carefully.
Aslar Gold Coin.
Hmph, so a nation doesn’t even have its own currency?
Well, maybe it’s not surprising, considering that it might be wiped out any day. What kind of confidence would it have to issue a currency?
Aslar gold coins were roughly equivalent to five thousand yuan in his previous life, while a silver coin was worth five hundred yuan, and a large copper coin was worth fifty.
However, due to its location in a conflict zone, the purchasing power of the Aslar gold coin, a strong currency, was even higher.
“Lilya, you have to change your old habits starting today.”
Lilya tilted her head in confusion, but then saw Rod casually toss the gold coin into the air.
He rested his chin on his hand and declared casually.
“As long as I want, I’m the richest king in this world!”
Clang!
Countless gold coins instantly flooded half the hall in a shower of gold!
Silence fell for a long moment.
No one knew who swallowed first.
Charlotte quietly picked up a gold coin and bit into it forcefully, then winced in pain, her expression full of grievance.
“I-it's not an illusion!”
Rita's beautiful wine-red eyes flickered slightly as she gracefully stood up and walked towards the pile of gold coins, seemingly to verify their authenticity. But halfway there, she shifted her steps like a dancer, naturally squeezing in between Rod’s throne, wrapping her arms around him and asking softly.
“I’ve been curious, my little master, could you really be… that kind of person?”
Lilya and Charlotte’s eyes instantly sharpened, their gazes filled with murderous intent, gnashing their teeth, with an air of envy, jealousy, and a desire to take his place.
Lilya pounded the table with her fist.
“Rita, how can you disrespect His Majesty as a maid? Even I didn't... no, anyway, you… you get down right now!”
Warm breath brushed against Rod’s earlobe, carrying with it the scent of roses from Rita’s body, filling his nostrils.
Rod never expected that his first battle royale would be with his maids.
Lilya was still young, not yet the stern maid she would become in the future. After opening up to Rod, her suppressed girlish nature was released.
But Charlotte, the third person in the room, remained surprisingly calm, perhaps because she hadn't been interacting with Rod for very long.
Rod thought to himself, perhaps gentle older sisters don’t understand the concept of jealousy.
Charlotte simply maintained her polite smile, quietly observing Rita's actions of embracing and fondling Rod.
Then.
Clang!
Her exclusive weapon, called "Angel's Assassin," fell to the ground from her nun’s attire, whether intentionally or unintentionally, making a conspicuous sound.
“…!”
To prevent the situation from escalating, Rod patted Rita’s hand, helplessly gesturing for her to stop fanning the flames, explaining.
“I know what you’re asking. I don't have a law core, but I have something similar that can create things out of thin air.”
“So, Rita, is there a way to reverse engineer a blank key prototype from your Moon Soul armor?”
After getting a definite answer, Rita felt relieved and chose to get up, satisfied, but her fingers in lace gloves continued to gently stroke Rod’s palm.
Rita cast a sneaky glance at Charlotte and Lilya, who were oblivious, and a subtle smile curled her lips.
What two adorable fools! The one who wins this first round will be me~
The touch was soft and smooth, making Rod feel a little ticklish.
Damn it, Rita can’t be a loli-con. She must simply like small things!
Rod was about to turn his head to say something, but saw Rita thinking seriously before replying.
“The difference between the Moon Soul and the prototype is too big. If there was a... scientist, maybe it could be done. Honestly, I'm not good at research.”
Although Rita was a bit scheming and always enjoyed poking the fire, it was undeniable that she understood Rod very well, immediately guessing his thoughts.
“Your Majesty, could it be that you want to create a Valkyrie army?”