"W-what did you say?" The manager of the bank, Gustavo, faced a peril he had never before in his life. After signing loan over loan in joy of the money that kept coming his way from his collectors, a new problem showed up.
"Sir. Not a single caravan has reached us."
"T-those bandits? It is those bandits Mr. Sohn talked about?"
Holding both ends of his mustache in frustration.
"Sir… there's no caravan from any route. The entire country stopped sending money to us."
Gustavo almost ripped his hair out.
All of it. The entire damned country had stopped sending money after bringing in so much cash. He screamed and sent his soldiers down south to the office that managed the moving of the funds, but it was already empty.
A war.
Gustavo had heard that the family was trying to fight against some enemy underground. It could probably be that, he thought. It was likely that all the money went to them instead of him.
But, Gustavo was still in a peril.
