If not for the arrival of many Lords, I probably would have starved to death. What's the difference between what I am doing now and what the farm owners were doing back then?
Vick felt a wave of heat on his back, and his mind trembled slightly.
"Then let's just forget about it..."
"No!" Walter slowly shook his head. "I had planned to do this all along, just without involving you."
Walter was well aware of the money lying just within reach if one simply bent down to pick it up. After all, he was also a merchant.
It wasn't that Walter intended to exploit the conglomerate's reorganization, shuffling funds to enrich himself and stage a comeback. Rather, he knew Vick probably wouldn't accept it, so he didn't plan to tell him. Instead, he intended to do it stealthily. Once the money was ready, he would simply place it before the Lord, and he wouldn't need to say a word.
