Garius set the report aside, his voice firm.
"Alf."
Alf stood at attention.
"Yes, my lord?"
Garius smirked slightly.
"Inform our overseers—Armand will not accept any currency other than gold, silver, and copper coins."
Alf nodded.
"Understood, my lord. I'll ensure all trade posts, merchants, and banks in Armand enforce this immediately."
Hesbeirn grinned.
"So, if they want to trade with us, they have to bring real money?"
Garius chuckled.
"Exactly. Let the rest of the kingdom gamble on their paper money. Armand deals in wealth that cannot be faked."
In Armand, prosperity was built on solid ground.
No inflation.
No counterfeiting.
No blind trust in empty promises.
The other nobles could play with their fragile currency.
But in Armand?
Gold was gold.
Silver was silver.
And wealth was real.
Alf smirked, his tone playful.
"And if they insist, my lord?"
Garius let out a long sigh, rubbing his temples.
"Haa… Alf… really?"
Alf grinned.
Hesbeirn chuckled.
