"Already preparing?" Matteo Konar nodded approvingly, "Your mind is still clear."
Winters smiled guiltily.
"But this is ultimately not a long-term plan," Matteo Konar changed his tone, "Since you can see that what the Kingdom of Galloping Horses lacks now is not currency but goods, you should also understand what I am about to say..."
Winters was drenched in sweat, he coughed lightly, "Please, go ahead."
Matteo Konar pondered for a moment, "You should know that during the reign of Mad Emperor Richard, he took ten thousand pounds of silver from Paratu every year."
"Of course I know," Winters was quite familiar with this part of history, "The Paratu people know it all too well - the old Paratu people, and they hated the Mad Emperor for it."
"Ten thousand pounds of silver, that's about," Matteo Konar counted on his fingers, "a hundred thousand Ducats."
Winters also did a mental calculation, "Ninety-eight thousand."
