Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

The next day, as the morning light began to bathe the Imperial Palace in its golden splendor, a grand court banquet was held.

The invited guests were all key figures in the recent refined salt trade war, the nobles who controlled the refined salt resources. Many of them thought that His Majesty the Emperor was going to support them and help them recover from their losses in this trade war.

The atmosphere of the banquet was lively and extraordinary. The nobles were dressed in their finest attire, displaying their noble bearing to the fullest.

Fine wines and delicacies were in abundance. Everyone talked and laughed amidst the clinking of glasses, as if they had forgotten the strife outside.

Jackson, due to frustration and vomiting blood, coupled with being beaten during the Grand Assembly, suffered a double blow and was now seriously ill, with Tyrrell taking charge of all family affairs.

Tyrrell had also tried to seek help from Imperial Concubine Nina, but ultimately received no practical assistance.

The Klodo family's deficit was simply too large. Even Gustav did not have the ability to fill the hole, so what could two women secluded in the inner palace do!

They could barely scrape together tens of thousands of gold coins, but the Klodo family owed a sum with two more zeros added to the end, and they owed it to all the nobles in the imperial capital. Unless the Klodo family wanted to be ostracized from the imperial capital.

Under this immense pressure, Tyrrell was physically and mentally exhausted, and looked haggard. He only attended the banquet out of obligation. As the banquet reached its peak, Emperor Gustav suddenly signaled his attendants to act.

This scene made Tyrrell's heart skip a beat. Was something else about to happen?

The attendants filed in, presenting each noble with an exquisite scroll. The nobles eagerly accepted the scrolls, secretly speculating that this might be some kind of reward or privilege bestowed upon them by His Majesty the Emperor.

Only Tyrrell's hand trembled slightly as he held the scroll. The moment he carefully unfurled it, he felt as if the sky was falling.

The smiles on the faces of the other nobles instantly froze.

The scroll was densely filled with records of their debts incurred during the recent trading, each transaction clearly visible and undeniable.

Outside the palace, a gust of cold wind blew into the hall, as if carrying the chill of winter, awakening everyone from their dreams. They finally understood that this banquet was not the celebratory feast they had imagined, but a reckoning.

In an instant, the atmosphere at the banquet became heavy. The nobles looked at each other, at a loss for what to do.

In fact, these nobles themselves were not entirely clear about who ultimately received the debts they used for trading.

In this vague financial chain, many people had adopted a delaying tactic, intending to postpone the debt issue for a few years, waiting for their families to overcome the immediate difficulties before addressing it.

When all the evidence of these debts was in the hands of Emperor Gustav, the situation took a dramatic turn.

These nobles began to panic. They knew that if they dared to delay repayment, Gustav might take the opportunity to reduce their fiefdoms to offset the debts. Such a consequence was something they could not bear under any circumstances.

Tyrrell respectfully replied: "Your Majesty, my brother has fallen ill due to exhaustion. The priests from the church have examined him and said that he needs to rest for several years to recover."

Gustav nodded and said after a moment of contemplation, "The Klodo family has always been a pillar of my empire. Now that they are in a critical situation, we cannot stand idly by." He knew that if he did not help the Klodo family at this time, then all the investment and cultivation of the family over the years would be in vain.

This was not only related to the fate of the Klodo family, but also to the stability and prosperity of the entire empire.

"This money!" Gustav really wanted to say that the money did not have to be repaid, but considering that the amount reached five million gold coins, he immediately added a word: "Can be repaid later, just pay four percent interest per year."

Tyrrell's originally grateful expression completely collapsed. He couldn't take it anymore and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Four percent interest, two hundred thousand gold coins a year, was also a considerable expense for the current Klodo family.

Gustav suddenly understood why the Anderwood Chamber of Commerce was so keen on lending money.

This money was so easy and effortless to earn!

The refined salt turmoil had finally come to an end, but this turmoil had brought a heavy blow to the refined salt nobles in the imperial capital.

Apart from a few powerful families that could barely support themselves, the rest of the nobles' fortunes were almost completely emptied. It would be impossible to recover without decades of accumulation.

At the same time, the refined salt workshops officially began supplying refined salt to the market. The price was set at 1.5 silver coins per gram, and if the purchase volume exceeded one kilogram, the unit price would be reduced to 1.2 silver coins per gram.

This news quickly spread throughout the imperial capital, causing widespread attention and discussion.

Especially for those small nobles and knight families, this was undoubtedly a pleasant surprise.

Prince Soren also took this opportunity to launch Imperial Special Refined Salt. He announced that all soldiers and officers who had participated in wars for the empire could enjoy the benefit of purchasing refined salt at a price of 1 silver coin per gram every month.

Soldiers were limited to 500 grams per month, while officers could purchase 1000 grams per month. Once this policy was announced, it immediately caused a sensation in the imperial capital. Whether soldiers or officers, they couldn't help but cheer and express their heartfelt gratitude for Prince Soren's generosity.

Prince Soren was very low-key. After the news spread, he immediately went to several major military camps in the imperial capital to personally explain the true source of this welfare policy to the soldiers.

"Knights and soldiers, your contributions to the empire are great and worthy of pride for each of us," Prince Soren said affectionately. "And this refined salt benefit is not a gift from me to you, but my father's recognition and encouragement of your selfless dedication. He hopes that the empire's warriors can live a better life and continue to contribute to the prosperity and tranquility of the empire."

After listening to Prince Soren's words, the soldiers shouted "Long live the Emperor!" Their faces were filled with happy and grateful smiles, and they felt extremely proud to be a member of the empire.

Gustav received the news and laughed heartily in the Holy Emblem Palace. Even the guards outside the palace could hear it, which shows his attitude.

"We can't delay any longer." Nicholas, prostrating to the side, looked at the gratified Gustav, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

If this continues, Father may very well choose Soren to be the crown prince.