After speaking with the two brothers, Napoleon II and Charles made their way out of their lab.
Charles looked at him as they walked along.
"What is in your mind?" Napoleon II said, without glancing at him.
"Your Imperial Majesty, I am still astounded by your deeper understanding of science."
"You do know that this is how I make money right? From my genius," Napoleon II proudly said.
"May I ask how much you are earning annually from the royalties Your Imperial Majesty, if you don't mind me asking such personal information. I just want to have an idea."
Napoleon II thought about his question for a moment, and then decided.
"Okay, it's not like you are going to rob me after telling you anyways. I'll let you on with how much I earn every year. The rough estimate is about 350,000,000 francs."
Hearing those numbers, Charles coughed.
