"...As many as you need?"
Prince Xiyaldo murmured unconsciously, "How could that be possible? His money isn't blown in by the wind..."
Suddenly he realized something, his eyes widened: "Could it be... counterfeit money?"
"You still don't understand—living inside the Triumphal Palace, lacking some political common sense and social knowledge. If the counterfeit money produced by the Earl isn't investigated by anyone, then it is as good as real; as long as people can use it to buy things, its value still exists."
The middle-aged police director instinctively wanted to refute Prince Xiyaldo's words, to show a higher status and broader knowledge in front of that lady: "The high-interest loans set by the goblins are about to collapse the entire economy of Star Antimony. Our wealth of Star Antimony is being extracted to overseas through various means by the goblins.
