The Founder of the Great Financial Family

Chapter 27: Money is Faith (2)

The quiet girl suddenly raised her voice, causing the man with her to be momentarily flustered, but he quickly composed himself.

Such incidents had happened before.

"Show respect, commoner. She is a person of high standing," the man said sternly.

Rockefeller, unfazed, respectfully greeted the girl, having experienced similar situations before.

'Is she nobility?'

Rockefeller had sensed it from the start, but what he hadn't anticipated was that among the two, the girl was the superior.

She appeared to be a young lady from a noble family.

And the man accompanying her seemed to be her attendant.

Rockefeller made this guess.

'But which family do they belong to? They seem unfamiliar.'

In the Montefeltro territory, where the nobility and affluent reside, there were hardly any people unknown to Rockefeller.

Having worked in the bank, he had seen almost everyone at least once or twice.

'So, are they from outside the region?'

"I am sorry for not recognizing you. I am new to this job and still struggle to recognize important figures. Please forgive me."

Rockefeller politely asked for forgiveness, and the man, satisfied, closed his mouth.

As the atmosphere for conversation was somewhat set, the man gave a signal, and the girl spoke to Rockefeller.

"What is your name, to begin with?"

Names weren't important in this place.

What mattered was the family and the house he belonged to.

So, the girl's inquiry about his name was to find out where Rockefeller came from.

Knowing about someone's family or house allowed one to roughly guess what kind of person they were.

"My name is Rockefeller Rothsmedici."

"Rothsmedici?"

It was the first time she had heard of such a place.

Still, just to be sure, she looked at the man, who signaled that there was no issue.

"You may speak freely with this individual."

The man's words implied that it was acceptable to do anything to the boy, whether it was slapping his cheek on a whim or even killing him.

However, she was merely driven by curiosity and had no intention of causing harm to Rockefeller.

"Rothsmedici... This is the first time I'm hearing of it. I have something I'd like to ask you, a commoner."

"Yes, I'll answer whatever you ask."

"Didn't you feel anything wrong with the promissory note we traded earlier?"

Rockefeller inadvertently raised his head to make eye contact with the girl but hurriedly lowered it again.

It was just for a moment, but the eye contact they made felt quite cold.

'It's my first time having a conversation like this, so it feels very unfamiliar. Besides, I think I just made a mistake.'

Even when the lord visited, he had never had such a conversation.

Thus, he unintentionally made a mistake, but the girl seemed not to mind it much.

"I'd like us to talk while looking at each other, if that's okay? I prefer a relaxed conversation."