The tide of the times rolls forward, and there are always some who make the right choices—just as Ren said.
Gray Fort Empire, Imperial Capital.
"Tricky Coin" Al looked at the long line snaking outside his shop, filled with noble ladies and young misses from the surrounding area. Every single one of them left his store loaded down with purchases, their faces growing brighter by the minute.
"Another successful investment, as expected!" Tricky Coin Al couldn't help but sigh. He felt that ever since the God of Technology appeared, every single one of his investments had been wildly successful.
"Yeah, but what I find even more incredible is that all these clothes actually come from Roster territory..." A middle-aged man dressed as a steward beside him couldn't help but marvel. "Of course, I don't mean anything bad about Roster territory—I'm not looking down on it at all."
