However, this discovery was still worthy of excitement. As long as it is something that can be solved with money, that's not a problem!
At this time, Lance couldn't care about the anti-addiction issue he was still struggling with just now. He directly exited the system space and shouted: "Dana! Dana!"
There was a sound of trotting and the door was pushed open!
"Ouch!" Dana exclaimed, then fell in with a thud. But she didn't mind the pain. She stood up and asked anxiously: "What's wrong, Your Highness? What are your orders?"
Lance frowned slightly: "Why are you so careless?"
"It's all my fault." Dinah was so frightened that she quickly lowered her head and trembled: "I became anxious when you called me."
Having heared these words, he was too embarrassed to reprimand him any more, but he still glared at JiangCheng, "Why don't you help her when she fell down? You two are from the same sect of the Undead Race, right?"
JiangCheng looked serious: "No, master. I am a zombie made from corpses of the Eastern type. I am afraid of dog blood, Taoist talismans, and immortal magic. She is a Western zombie and will die with a headshot. There is an essential difference between us. That's the misunderstanding that translation causes you to have."
"Huh?" Lance's mouth widened: "Where did you know about such a thing?"
JiangCheng still looked serious: "Master, my time seems not so far from modern. Besides, there were many things sealed in the glass box with me…"
"Stop, stop! I understand!" Lance quickly stopped him from talking about what he saw on the advertisiment. After coughing twice, he said: "Dana, how many gold coins are there in the mansion now?"
"Gold coins?" Dana replied with a confused look on her face: "I don't know, Your Highness. The gold coins and the expenses of your mansion are managed by your seneschal. I have no right to interfere."
"Seneschal? From Demacia?"
"Ah?"
"Nothing." Lance waved his hands quickly. He suddenly remembered that there seemed to be such a person in his mansion. The so-called seneschal is actually the seneschal of his mansion. Moreover, this person was sent by his father, but Lance had a good impression of him in the past because he helped him resolve many crises.
"Where is he?" Lance asked.
"He should be back soon." Dana recalled: "The seneschal probably went out for shopping the day before yesterday and came back last night, but your highness was resting at that time, so he didn't bother you. Early this morning, he went out to get some work done. I think he should be back."
"Well." Lance seemed to understand. That's why Spark sent humans here so early in the morning. It turns out that someone from his mansion told him.
"Tell him to come see me when he comes back."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Lance didn't wait long. Before it was time for lunch, two knocks of the same duration sounded on the door.
"Come in." In his memory, the only person who could control the knocking so well was that mansion sechail!
Two doors were pushed open together. Yes, two doors. Then a little man about two meters tall, at least a small man among demons, walked into the room with steps that were equal in distance.
He was wearing a tuxedo, a tie around his neck and a pair of black leather shoes. He even wore a black top hat on his head. After entering, the seneschal took off his hat, revealing a face like black mist.
In fact, he himself is a black mist wearing a tuxedo.
He is from Desfor Race. In human legends, the whispers of demons can tempt humans. If you aren't careful, you will be pulled into the abyss by the power of black mist.
When the Demon Race was once the king of the entire continent, the Desfor Race was the royal clan's monitor and the executor of the contract. The reason is that they are calm, objective and full of rules.
Later, after multi-racial coexistence, every Desfor demon became an excellent housekeeper. Even in the royal palace, Desfor were hired as ceremonial officers.
In Lance's memory, this guy's name is Sebastian.
Sebastian took off his hat, put one hand on his chest and bowed at a ninety-degree angle: "Good afternoon, Your Highness. Please forgive me for not responding to your call immediately. After all, there are too many things going on in the mansion today."
Every movement was standard.
"It's okay, it's okay." Lance was too lazy to be polite to this gentleman and asked directly: "How much money do I have?"
Sebastian raised his head. The eyes-like thing on the black mist's face flashed, and then he replied: "You have one hundred and seventy-seven gold coins."
"What!?" Lance suddenly stood up: "Why are they so few!"
"Are they very few?" Sebastian asked doubtfully: "All daily expenses of the mansion depend on the palace's subsidies. But the renovation of the mansion, the guards' salary and daily purchases all require money. These one hundred and seventy-seven gold coins are saved after the last sacrifice ceremony."
"Do I hear it wrong with my ears?" Lance said with a goddamn expression on his face: "Oh! The third prince of the Second Demon Capital, he descendant of the great Charlemagne family! Now he has only one hundred and seventy-seven gold coins?"
"Yes, Your Highness."
Lance was so angry that he burst out in English: "You little brat, are you implying something?"
"What do you mean, Your Highness?"
He switched back to Demon's language and asked, "Why so few!"
"Because the expenses of the mansion depend on the palace allowance."
"But this number is too shameful! This is not in line with my identity!"
"Your Highness." Sebastian still looked like a standard steward: "It is not easy to have such a huge saving."
You call this number of one hundred and seventy-seven a huge saving! Lance almost threw the thing in his hand over! His eyes widened: "Don't you really think it's less?"
"Well..." Sebastian was silent for a long time, then nodded: "Less? It may be a little bit less."
Look at how he speaks rigorously yet gracefully!
Lance felt that he had learned it. When talking about his own strength in the future, he would just say that it was a little bit weaker.
"My brothers are like this too?"
"No, the First Prince and the Second Prince both have their own businesses. Their money is more than ours."
Lance was confused: "They have their own business?"
"Of course." Sebastian was very patient: "The mansion has its own business. Otherwise is there any way to get gold coins, Your Highness?"
"Loot the people's wealth!" He blurted out!
"Are you kidding me, Your Highness?"
Just when Lance thought Sebastian was trying to reason with him, he heard him continue: "You don't have your own territory yet."
He is indeed a demon!
After some conversation, Lance finally understood. Although He could recharge the system, the biggest problem now is no money!
Think of him as the third prince of the Demon Race, but the entire mansion only has more than a hundred gold coins!
In fact, without their own businesses, even the royal family cannot have many gold coins, especially Lance.
He is not yet an adult, has not fought the expansion war, and does not even have a piece of his own territory. Where does the income come from?
After all, his father is in charge of the treasury of this city. The eldest brother is from his own race and has the support of it behind him. The second brother is a Cryptian and has the support of the Crypt Race behind him. He is half human, but he was only hit by a forbidden curse from the human race! Why is there such a big gap between demon and demon?
After thinking for a long time, Lance pointed at the table in front of him and asked, "Sebastian, where does this thing come from?"
Sebastian looked at the table, and then said seriously: "This table was made of Cloudwood by the dark elf master when His Highness was born. It has the effect of calming the mind and the soul."
Lance blinked: "How much is it worth?"
"The cost is three thousand gold coins. If you count the processing fee of the dark elf master's craftsmanship, it will be even higher. It is marketable but priceless."
Lance slapped the table: "That's it! Take this thing out and sell it!" He was reallly happy. Here was the prince's mansion after all. How could it be furnished with some rubbish?
Royal decoration, doesn't it have to be something valuable if he just takes one out?