Seeing Duke of Leeds nod, Kleistier instinctively shrank back.
He was acutely aware of what a planned default targeting the French market, amounting to thirteen million florins within a short time frame, meant.
His voice trembled as he said, "This, this could even spark a war!"
"So what? It's just a war between the Emperor of Sanctum and the King of France," Duke of Leeds said with a light laugh, leaning on the sofa armrest. "You're not even Austrian nobility; why should you care about what happens between monarchs?"
"No, no, I wouldn't dare..."
"My old friend, I've heard your business has run into some trouble, and without help, you might not last till July, right?"
Kleistier bowed his head in confirmation.
"You see, there's actually no risk in this at all," Duke of Leeds's voice was filled with seduction. "By the time the French people discover the problem, you will have already left Vienna with all your assets, and the million florins I'll give you.
