"That's truly regrettable."
Vimo Vivaldi did not dwell on it, he merely sighed with regret, put on his glasses again, and picked up the bill of exchange.
Following the bank's procedure, he verified its authenticity and amount, then archived the record.
At this point, the financial handover was considered complete. The previously precarious capital chain was now able to run smoothly again due to this bill's funding.
After everything was settled and just before leaving, Dudu suddenly raised his hand to the dwarf banker.
"Wait, old Vimo."
Both the Dwarf and the Demon Hunter turned their heads to look at the Half-Elf.
Dudu's eyes were serious and wise. Once he entered into a business operation state, his performance was far smarter than when he dressed up as Dandelion to chase Priscilla.
"Can you issue me another promissory note?"
The Half-Elf spoke calmly, while Vimo Vivaldi blinked.
