Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1023 1005. Vivaldi Bank
The next few days were no longer busy. After all, Lan En's main goal in coming to Novigrad had been completed.

——Find a shapeshifter in this city of 100,000 people.

Dandelion originally planned to complete the script in one day and then hand it over to Lady Irena's troupe for them to perform it.

But after Priscilla involuntarily joined in the creation of the script, the two outstanding poets and playwrights began to have a hard time dealing with each other.

Just like people of the same sex repel each other, they used their beautiful and complex grammar to mock each other's writing style and ideas without giving in.

This slowed down the creative process.

But then, without admitting defeat, the two of them truly felt each other's literary talent.

"We're almost good friends now."

Geralt, who lived with them at the Kingfisher Tavern, described their current relationship this way.

Dudu's face didn't look good at first, after all, he just wanted to chase Priscilla.

"There's just something nice about living here."

Fortunately, the Kingfisher Tavern is very close to the Patriarch's Square, and there is a large dwarf bank, Vivaldi Bank, in the Patriarch's Square.

But if Geralt gives his feelings to any woman, then Yennefer will definitely not be in a good mood, and may even blast Geralt with a lightning spell.

Dudu said as he quickened his pace. Although he quickened his pace, it only prevented Lan En from walking in slow motion.

And these things all involve complex financial operations. In short: you have to go to the bank.

But these bad emotions soon disappeared, and he was not obsessed with Priscilla.

Sexual desire can be casual, but love must be serious.

However, Lan En cannot completely separate these two points anyway.

He needs to give Dudu the authority to mobilize the funds in his account, and give him the ledger and equity information so that he can understand what is within his management scope.

The script is still being written, but Lan En has already taken the lead, leading Dudu to start solving his own industry handover issues.

Changing a professional manager is not a simple process where the asset owner can just say something and sign.

In the magical medieval view of love, they generally separated sexual desire and love.

Anyway, I don’t care too much.

After all, judging from his behavior of using Dandelion's appearance and talent to attract Priscilla's attention, whether he loves Priscilla or not is still a question.

Pass through the still lively Bishop's Square.

Lan En asked as he tugged on his hooded cloak.

As for Dudu, he chased the girl in front of others. This behavior was most likely not out of love. Besides, he and Priscilla had only been in contact for a few days.

Take Geralt as an example: if Geralt goes to bed with a woman simply because he wants to vent his desires, Yennefer, who has been entangled with him for a long time, may even watch with interest, or join in with a smile. .

So when he decided to give up, he seemed much more casual.

"what?"

Dudu and Lan En left the Kingfisher Tavern and walked down the stone steps to the bank in less than five minutes.

This is a new cloak. The original one bumped into a street vendor while chasing Dudu, so the fish seller got angry and slapped it with an eel. After the mucus on the eel's body surface was dried, it looked very disgusting, so Lan En Replaced.

"At least there's no Eternal Fire preacher standing on a box on the side of the road, grinning."

Dudu curled his lips and said.

"They tend to be found in the Bize district, or other ghettos in Novigrad close to the southern wall."

"Standing on the box, he preached to the poor people who were surrounding him and living a hard life. He said he was preaching, but in fact everyone knew it."

Dudu made a very deliberate and pitiful expression. He even extended a hand, as if to soothe the world's pain.

This is probably the daily posture of those missionaries.

"Instead of persuading others to believe in the Eternal Fire, it is better to let the poor people who are already living a difficult life think that their miserable lives are all due to inhuman races and monsters. Then the Eternal Fire will deal with these things, and the poor people will naturally believe it. "

"It sounds like you had a bad experience with the missionary."

Lan En raised a brow under his hood.

"Of course!" Dudu said bluntly, "I was just passing by, and then I was seen by the missionary. In front of me, he said without hesitation that I, a halfling profiteer, stole human money."

"I didn't dare to say anything at that time, even if he pointed at my nose and scolded me. Because the way the crowd surrounding him looked at me made me think that I was back to living in the wilderness. To be honest, I was scared. Awesome. Almost like running away."

"But here, in the Patriarch's Square, the most high-end and most profitable market in Novigrad. For the sake of the city's finances, the Church of the Eternal Fire will at least not send rude missionaries here."

"Well, gentlemen, please follow me."

As Lan En and Dudu talked, they walked to the other end of the Leader's Square. Vimo Vivaldi greeted them loudly and went to the bank to greet them.

This is a typical dwarf banker. He wears gold and silver. He is not at all like his rough, bold and dirty counterpart who is dedicated to blacksmithing and ore mining.

Only his short, stocky body and the lush white beard that hung down to his chest gave him the general characteristics of a dwarf. Because Lan En's assets were considerable and Dudu had made an appointment in advance, the president of the Vivaldi branch in Novigrad came out to greet him.

Walking into the bank, there are many long tables and people working hard at the long tables.

There are young humans, and there are dwarves whose age is hard to tell. They were all busy copying rows of data and symbols onto the parchment. Everyone lowered their heads and opened their mouths slightly.

This work is extremely monotonous just looking at it, but everyone is fully focused on it.

The leading banker walked to his office, turned around and carefully closed the door. Then he smoothed his white beard and pulled down the silk coat that barely covered his belly.

"Welcome, Duke Lane, and my old friend, Dudu Bibwit."

He sat down behind his desk, the mahogany desk creaking under the weight of mountains of scrolls.

"You can take off your hood, Duke. Siledon has already told me and said hello to me."

The three major dwarf banking families: Giancardi, Vivaldi, and Zionflani.

There is little competition between them. After all, in a world dominated by humans, it is not easy to have such a large share of the financial world.

Lan En took off his hood obediently and sat in a more comfortable position on the chair.

"Sileton, I remember this young man very well. When he left the family bank to start a career, I said he was quite talented."

Vimo Vivaldi first used their common acquaintance as an intermediary to close the relationship.

"Please don't blame him, Duke. After all, he is only a few dozen years old, and he is still a hairless young dwarf. No one can say for sure about investment."

Lan En thought of Siledon's big red beard and scratched his chin wordlessly.

"No, I don't blame him. In fact, he was too sensitive and insisted on resigning from my position as a professional manager."

"Ah, that's great. His uncle Siledon took the trouble to say hello to me and asked me to make it clear to you on his behalf."

Vimo Vivaldi nodded, then with difficulty took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from his coat pocket that was stretched tight by his big belly and put them on.

Start rummaging through the pile of scrolls on the table.

Soon, he pulled out a thick scroll with dozens of pieces of parchment stapled together, like a poorly bound book, and handed it to Lan En across the table.

"That's it, the equity statement handed over by Siledon, and the bank account information."

Lan En glanced at it briefly, and in an instant Mentos retrieved the information recorded when he looked at the account book. The things on it were completely comparable to what was on this thick scroll.

Vivaldi Bank exclusively forwards this information.

Lan En turned the thick scroll a quarter of a turn in his hand and headed towards Dudu beside him.

"Now, this is your job."

"Of course." Dudu took the thick scroll without hesitation.

"Okay, okay." Vimo Vivaldi took off his glasses. "Dudu, I have always admired you. The failure of the last transaction is nothing. Now look, isn't this a comeback?"

"Now you are starting to get involved in real big business, maybe you can even get to the next level."

"Thank you for your blessing, old Weimo."

Dudu responded while looking at the information on his hand.

"I have to say that my predecessor does have a vision. The equity and assets he bought are of high quality. If he is not too impatient, he will definitely make money."

"I told you a long time ago, that kid is from Giancardi's family."

The dwarf banker straightened his beard and said with some relief.

Then, he turned his attention to the witcher.

"Dear Duke, it is not a big deal that your capital chain is broken. Even for the sake of these high-quality assets, our Vivaldi Bank can help you fill the hole easily."

"The interest rate will be the lowest friendly price for you. Believe me, this loan condition will definitely make even King Vizmir envious."

I knew it.

Lan En thought secretly in his heart.

The break in his capital chain looks dangerous, and he will basically go bankrupt in a few days. But in fact, there are definitely people who are rushing to give him a loan.

Some people can only get a small loan by crying at the bank, but for valuable customers, banks are always eager to get them to borrow money from them.

Because this is where the bank's influence comes from.

But Lan En didn't want to get involved with the complicated banking and financial forces, so he took out a money order from the alchemical leather bag on his waist.

The money order was placed on the table and pushed in the direction of Vimo Vivaldi.

"I accepted it with kindness, but I'm not used to owing money."

(End of this chapter)