Count Titus probably looked at Abel with displeasure.
'But you came here to get a loan? Those interest rates are really high.'
Of course, Abel had no strong feelings about him.
Even if Titus had lost the land, it was basically just a border area.
It had originally been a place where nothing could be done, so he probably didn't really regret it.
Abel nodded willingly.
"Come in."
***
A loan service that Abel had never heard of before left him feeling helpless.
Nowadays, bank tellers were nothing more than guides.
Their role was to inform newlyweds—who had come from a multi-party matchmaking company—about loan products.
There was no way such personnel could be allowed to face high nobles.
They would simply feel oppressed by authority and be at a complete loss.
'Oh, damn it. This just adds to the workload.'
In truth, this had started as a light initiative—just another step to make the marriage promotion policy successful.
