“Black market money?” The emperor asked Hyeonu with seeming disbelief. It was the first time the emperor had heard the words ‘black market money’ right in front of him.

“Yes, black market money,” Hyeonu repeated it once again.

“Do you think it is necessary for me, the emperor of the empire?” The emperor had no choice but to laugh.

“It is true that the imperial warehouses are very rich, but as far as I know, Your Majesty will encounter great resistance when using that money.” Hyeonu knew that his words were far-fetched. Who would say such things to the emperor unless they had two lives?

“Earl, I’m sure you know that is just a formality?”

“I’m sure Your Majesty knows that I’m not just asking for no reason?” Hyeonu received the emperor’s words with ease. In contrast, his insides were burning. It was impossible for him to tell where the safe places and the dead ends were. Still, he was confident that a good result would emerge. This would definitely be to the emperor’s liking. Why?

‘It’s interesting.’ Hyeonu’s actions had already intrigued the emperor.

“I will hear you out....