Isaac and Birger were currently sitting on the congested and crowded animal caravan, slowly making it's way towards the nearby town, Isaac was currently holding the paper having the gangster's address on it, while Birger had a full bag of money on it, most of the 10 lakhs, they'd pocketed a few of the notes they had to help them sustain their daily needs.
Isaac and Birger, due to both of their upbringings, were not used to an animal caravan. Animal caravans were basically the peasant's version of carriages. Instead of being able to carry 4 people at a time like a carriage, an animal caravan, usually pulled by donkeys or bulls, were public transport, housing many peasants in one small wooden box on wheels, the only way they could travel long distance without walking.
As the caravan dropped them off at the town, Isaac and Birger followed the address, and made their way to a big house, just outside the center of town.
They approached the gates of the house, and told the guards that they weren't sent by Sketch Manja, and were let inside. They were escorted inside by big, bulky guards, which seemed even stringer than Birger, before they were lead into a room, with a big table, and the gangster sitting right there.
The gangster was a bit fat, he had a pretty big belly, and had already begun balding, but still...he carried an air of authority, these big muscular men were following orders from this guy...yeah, he meant business.
Isaac and Birger quickly sat down, as Birger set down the bag he brought on the table. The gangster pulled out a 500 Finn note.
"Let's cut the chit-chat shall we? Sketch Manja sent me this. He said it was...perfect." Said the Gangster.
"Good, that's the good, sir." Said Isaac, as he gestured Birger to interject a little less. And Birger obliged silently.
"But we're still skeptical. What if we get caught?" Asked the Gangster.
Isaac and Birger sat in silent thought, before Isaac asked. "Sir, can I have another 500 Finn? Like a real one?" Asked Isaac.
The Gangster obliged and gestured one of his guards to bring a note, the guard brings a note and passes it across the table towards Isaac and Birger.
Isaac grabs both notes, and starts shuffling them under the table, before bringing them up, and passing it back towards the Gangster.
"I want you to find the fake." Said Isaac.
"...Really?" Asked the Gangster.
"Well...you're gonna use these notes, we'll need your...sharp eyes to know which are fake right?" Replied Isaac.
"Yeah, and if you do find the fake one, you'll get all of the 10 lakhs!" Offered Birger.
"Asshole, if I find the fake one, what am I gonna do with the rest?! Wipe my ass?!" Yelled the Gangster.
"Sir, instead of that...if you do find the fake...I'll give you 1 lakh in cash." Said Isaac, as Birger gave him a concerned look.
"And if you don't...well, you'll have to give us 1 lakh in cash right? It's only fair." Offered Isaac.
"..Okay." said the Gangster in a resigned tone, as he took both notes in his hands,and used all the senses he could to...figure it out.
"I...can't find it. Well...you show me the real one." Demanded the Gangster.
Isaac obliged and took both the notes in his own hands...before replying,"Yeah,I can't tell them apart as well..." before going into a small chuckle.
"Our note is better than the real one!" Said Birger.
"Damn right." Said Isaac, to hammer in the point, as he passed the notes back to the gangster.
"...How much do you charge?" Asked the Gangster.
"Well...it's 200 finn for a 500 bill, But..." said Isaac, before Birger finished that part for him.
"Only if you give the minimum order of 10 lakhs, nothing less than that." Said Birger.
"I'll give 150 finn per one 500 bill." Said the Gangster.
"That's not enough." Stated Birger.
"I want 2 crores." Said the Gangster, dropping that bombshell on them.
"2 crores?" Said Birger in disbelief, before Isaac quickly replied, "done." As Birger looked at him with a shocked expression.
"In two weeks." Said the Gangster, setting the deadline, as Isaac quickly replied "It'll be done."
As the both of them got up to leave, the Gangster quickly pointed at the bag in Birger's hand, "how much is in that?" He asked.
"10...lakhs..." Replied Birger hesitantly.
"Leave it here." Commanded the Gangster, "Huh?" He received a quick reply of confusion from Birger, before tapping the table harder to reinforce his command as Isaac gestured him to leave it there.
"Oh and if I didn't forget..." He said as he gestured to one of his guards, and that guard threw a bag of 1 lakh Finn at their feet,"...our debts are even." Said the Gangster.
As Isaac and Birger slowly made their way out of the building and back towards the animal caravan...Birger seemed to be really pissed, and decided to rant his grievances to Isaac.
"Isaac have you gone mad?! 2 crores? 2 CRORES?!?! We already were exhausted after making 10 lakhs, and now you want us to make 2 CRORES! Didn't you think about the printers, the machinery, the stock we will need to make this?!? Where will we get that?! And top it all of that fatass fucker took our 10 lakhs also?!?! You need money to make money, Isaac!" Ranted Birger...
As Isaac silently listened to it, formulating a plan to complete this order.
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Squire Charlesley was very excited when he first became a squire to Dame Catarina, how he'd dreamt of riding horses, becoming a master for the sword, commanding respect and becoming a hero for the masses!
What he didn't realise that with Dame Catarina...he'd also have to deal with the frequent visits...
To the nearby alehouses.
Charlesley was sitting at the bartenders counter, as Catarina was sitting right beside him, in the middle of slurping down her 6th glass of hard liquor.
He didn't think Dame Catarina would be such a...drunkard. he decided to ignore this part of his Knight, and decided to look around the alehouse, looking at it's various customers, mainly filled with Knights and Rogues, while having a few mages around as well...and then his eyes landed on a certain table...where Richter Gahlot was sitting, one hand clutching his head, as he stared at the plate full of breads and meat infront of him, as he swirled around a glass of liquor.
"The Finance Minister...here?" Mumbled Charlesley as silently as he could, but Catarina still heard it.
"The Fiiinnnnaaance Minister? He's here? He's here! HIC!" said Catarina, as she slowly stumbled toward his table, as Charlesley hesitantly followed her behind.
"Mr Gahlllllloooootttt~ how are you?" Said Catarina in a drunken sing-song voice.
"Oh...Dame Catarina...as if my day couldn't get any worse." Said Richter dryly.
"Sir you know...I've worked for your family for a long time, and i only want to do this for duty sir ,please approve my unit sir...HIC!" said Catarina a slurry pleading tone.
"No." Replied Richter again in a dry tone.
"Sir...you know I know a lot of secrets about your family...right?" Asked Catarina.
"What? Are you trying to blackmail me? Don't make this personal, Knight Catarina!" Replied Richter.
"Sir, this is not peeeerrrrsssonal...it's only for duty...please approve my unit...HIC!" Asked Catarina.
"No! And especially no, if you're trying to blackmail me! If you are! I'll fucking strip you and parade you around the kingdom and put you in your place!" Threatened Richter angrily.
There was a short moment of silence from Catarina, processing the words in her drunken state.
"Sir...what about your place?" Asked Catarina in a serious tone.
"What?" Replied Richter, almost offended by that question.
"I said, what about your place? Should I put you in yours?" Replied Catarina, as Richter and Charlesley seemed a bit intimidated.
"Sir...I have done so much work in the military and crime departments for your family, The forest bandit case, your cousin's sword scam, your father's sinking of the economy...I was the one who got you out scot free...I'm the reason you're even on this seat in the first place..." said Catarina in a grim, almost threatening tone as she ranted to Richter, who seemed completely intimidated by now.
"If it wasn't for me...you'd be getting fucked in jail! Haha!" Said Catarina, as Charlesley tried to pull her back.
"Catarina...what are you...trying to say?" Asked Richter meekly.
"YOU OWE ME YOU FUCKING MOTHERFUC-" Yelled Catarina, as Charlesley quickly pulled his hand over her mouth, and started dragging her away.
"Sorry! Sir! I'm so sorry! She gets very irritable when drunk!" Said Charlesley as he supported Catarina over his shoulder, and started to escort her out of the alehouse.
"Bloody hell. Motherfucker." Said Richter before deciding to finally eat the food on his plate.