"Yeah, it's not like we forced them to buy."
The City Lord's eyes gleamed. Letting Grace handle this was definitely one of the wisest decisions he'd ever made.
"Grace, you're a genius!"
"This isn't the time to celebrate, Father," Grace said calmly. "Our mission now is to win the match against the Demons. Otherwise, public enthusiasm for this event will plummet."
"Oh, yes, you're right. So, based on your calculations, how much funding will we need?"
"Three Thousand Gold Coins."
"Three thousand?"
It wasn't that the City Lord couldn't afford Three Thousand Gold Coins, but the figure was far beyond his expectations.
"It costs that much just to play a game?"
Grace was prepared for the City Lord's skepticism.
