Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World-Chapter 260: Foundations of a New Era: Banking and Media

It was a pretty good idea, but it wasn't very realistic.

Typically, matchmaking companies charged a membership fee and connected members.

'If it were aimed at the nobles, then it would be entirely possible. But it doesn't fit with this policy.'

Most of the old bachelors and spinsters who were socially problematic were free people.

There were many cases where people could not get married because they did not have the money to buy a dowry.

If you asked people who were struggling to make ends meet to pay membership fees, who on earth would support them?

Moreover, it was a headache to migrate from the north to Perias.

When Abel raised his objection, Aman Balisieta's face darkened.

"I see. I was short-sighted. I didn't realize that money was involved."

"No, but it was a very good idea. If we could provide funding, it would be a good idea."

"Yes? How do you say that?"

"I'm giving you a loan."

Were they short on wedding funds?

Then wouldn't it be okay to just lend it to them first and ask them to pay it back slowly?

Of course, the interest rate had to be very low.

Because Abel had no intention of exploiting free people.

'Good timing. I'm also getting into banking.'

Even so, the seeds of rapid development were already stirring in the Empire of Enfer.

After seeing the success story of the Dapan Group, many people were jumping into business.

But only a very few had the necessary funds.

Because only those born of noble blood could have vested rights and secure opportunities.

'Let's lend money to people who have the skills and ideas but lack the funds to make them happen.'

Of course, all nonsense had to be eliminated.

Originally, banking had to be extremely conservative.

It was obvious that some ventures would fail, so lending large sums of money recklessly was not an option.

"You're lending business funds… at that kind of interest rate?"

As Abel spoke his mind, a question appeared on Aman Balisieta's face.

Well, that kind of reaction was inevitable.

In the Empire of Enfer, lending money was always considered usury.

They lived in a world where receiving an annual interest rate of 50% or more was the norm.

"The interest rate needs to be around 1% to have any hope of repayment."

"It's no different from just lending, so there will definitely be a loss. Maintenance costs may also increase."

"It's okay. Even if we say we have money for marriage, it's not that significant anyway."

The reason Abel could do such strange things was simple.

Because there was a huge amount of money available to operate.

If money was not spent and merely hoarded, the economy would freeze.

They had to practice noblesse oblige.

"Besides, banking alone will not be enough."

"I don't think there's any reason not to do this?"

"Even if there are benefits, people need to be aware of them. We will also start a newspaper business alongside it."

"To?"

"We need to make it widely known that there are marriage incentive programs and loans for newlyweds."

There was nothing resembling a newspaper in the Empire of Enfer.

All that existed were government notices posted throughout cities and towns.

In fact, even those weren't very useful.

Because most of the population was illiterate.

If they heard that Abel was going to start a newspaper business, everyone would have the same expression as Aman.

"If you print letters that no one can read, who would buy them?"

"I… I never said anything like that… … ."

"Hey, it's written all over your face. What is it? It's okay. I'm going to keep the writing to a minimum anyway."

Wasn't there a way to make it easier for everyone to understand?

It could be explained simply by drawing pictures like a cartoon.

Of course, to do that, they had to create a new typeface from scratch.

'Wow! This is going to be really tricky.'

It seemed like Abel wouldn't be able to get into the newspaper business right away.

Of course, it would be sufficient to just post notices in the form of pictures.

Then, they just had to learn how to make metal type.

"Okay, then shall we get started?"

"What should I do first, sir?"

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"First, go see His Majesty the Emperor."

"...Yes?"

In an instant, Aman Balisieta's face turned pale.

Even though he was the son of a nobleman, wasn't he the fourth son with no right to inherit the title?

A person like that, granted an audience with the emperor?

It was an order that could not help but make one's stomach churn.

But Abel absolutely had to report it.

Could such a grand undertaking as banking be carried out without the Emperor's approval?

"You don't have to be so nervous. Contrary to rumors, His Majesty is a warm-hearted person."

"Oh, is that so?"

Of course, it was a lie.

But it would be a bit weird for Abel to see that person again just because of this, right?

He was really busy these days, after all.

'If you're the market secretary, you should be able to have an audience with the emperor.'

It was definitely not because Abel was scared of that old man.

There were so many fields that needed him, so there was nothing he could do.

Aman Balisieta returned a few days later with a haggard look on his face.

His blonde hair, which was always shiny, was now greasy, and dark circles ran down his face.

As his neat appearance disappeared without a trace, Abel felt even more affection toward him.

"Why are you like that?"

"Oh, my lord."

"Yes?"

"You said he was a warm-hearted person!"

Aman screamed.

Abel somehow felt like he knew exactly what kind of situation Aman had gone through.

He could already imagine the scene.

'Why did you come here instead of the market?'

Cold eyes, dry speech.

Abel felt a little sorry, but one thing was certain.

'Oh my! I'm glad I didn't go.'