The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1457 - 421: The Kind-Hearted Princess Aileen

The people within Twilight City were filled with unease, just like the gloomy sunset on the horizon.

In contrast, Thunder City, located along the coast of the Vortex Sea, enjoyed a unique scenery, a sign of prosperity and growth.

Especially in the emerging industrial area on the outskirts, where what used to be a filthy and chaotic Refugee Camp was now replaced by towering chimneys, the tireless roar of steam drowning out the moans and cries of the past.

And all of this is thanks to the kind-hearted Princess Erin Campbell.

Her friendship with Prince Colin has become the most reliable driving force for this small Duchy to prosper.

By Saint Sis, how perfect it would be if the two families could join in marriage!

Besides, the hardworking and brave Campbell people naturally deserve thanks.

Or, to be more precise, Horace felt this credit should belong to himself, the hardworking and courageous one.

It was because of his extraordinary business acumen and tireless diligence that he established this temple of wealth in the muck and brought a better life to his family.

"...I don't want to eat dry bread."

At the breakfast table in the morning.

Horace's young son frowned and poked at the dry, hard bread on his plate, muttering a complaint.

"Dad, our family is so rich, why do we still have to eat this every morning? Little Tom told me they have pancakes with honey every meal..."

This mansion is decent enough in Thunder City, but that's about it. The interior furnishings were practical yet devoid of beauty, the bare walls lacking any tapestries or decorative paintings.

Even the vase on the dining table was empty, seemingly being used as a water jug.

Horace's wife also had complaints about this, but this savvy businessman always found a way to persuade her.

Including his own child.

Hearing his son's childish comments, Horace, who was reading the newspaper, smirked disdainfully and spoke slowly.

"...Whole grains aid digestion, and they're good for your body. I'm doing this for your own good. Also, frugality is a virtue passed down through our family for generations. Why are you comparing us to Tom's family? One day, when that boy becomes a fat pig, you'll thank me for watching your diet."

The boy, hearing this, immediately deflated like a punctured balloon and said no more.

However, Horace didn't seem satisfied with the retreat of this brat and continued with a lecturing tone.

"Don't think your father is stingy; I'm doing it for our family. Saving just one Gold Coin now can buy us an extra share of Colin Group's stock. Just wait and see, when Prince Colin returns from overseas, every share we hold will increase tenfold, even twentyfold! Then our family will have endless money, and you'll thank me."

A child obviously doesn't understand what stocks are, but he knows that 1 Gold Coin is equivalent to 100 silver coins, and 1 silver coin is equivalent to 100 copper coins.

By Saint Sis, if we save money by being frugal, how long will it take to save a Gold Coin?

Moreover, he knows his father would never sell that stock.

Because he remembers clearly, just last winter, Colin Group's stock seemed to be worth 10 Gold Coins. At that time, his dad didn't sell a single share but instead bought quite a few.

"Then... what if Prince Colin doesn't come back?" he cautiously asked.

"That's impossible," Horace chuckled, casting a glance at this uninformed little brat, "his relationship with our Princess Erin is not simple; he will definitely return. Every Campbell person knows this... Alright, stop dawdling, finish eating and get to school, or do you want to end up like those homeless bums on the street?"

He knew in his heart that those bums ended up on the streets not because they didn't study well, but because the nobles outside joined forces to drive them off their land, leaving them like this.

But that didn't stop him from using these "negative examples" to educate his son, teaching him from a young age about the harshness of competition.

And that there's only one disease in this world.

That is poverty.

The boy sighed, thinking to himself, isn't it you who's been babbling non-stop?

But he was already accustomed to silence because talking back to his dad would only make things worse.

After silently finishing his breakfast, he took his plate to the kitchen and washed dishes alongside his silent mother.

Having lectured his son, Horace felt a sense of satisfaction. Glancing at the clock on the wall, he estimated the time was about right and placed the newspaper he had finished reading on the table.

"I'll be heading to the factory in a while; I might be back late, don't wait for me."

After speaking, he went to the door, took down a neat and clean suit, draped it over his worn, hole-riddled old sweater, and walked out with his head held high.

Although the factory was already on track, he still had to go there daily to prevent anyone from slacking off and skimping on their work.

Passing by his usual bakery, Horace purposely glanced in the door.

Looking at the wooden sign hanging at the entrance, he felt a surge of joy.

Great! The price for a piece of bread was still four copper coins!

Walking away without a change in expression, Horace excitedly clenched his fist and muttered to himself.

"...Seems like the price of grain has really dropped!"

Horace remembered clearly that a year ago, a piece of bread still cost 5 copper coins, and now it was 4 copper coins.

Previously, when the nobles outside Thunder City had just begun their land-grabbing, some pretentious folks were spouting nonsense in the newspapers, claiming that converting farmland into pasture would drive up the price of grains, spreading fear of famine.