Chapter 59
It was difficult to view the wealth accumulated by the man’s family as a reward for honest labor.
During the era of Prohibition, they sold bootlegged liquor at exorbitant prices.
If there was money to be made, they didn’t care who the buyer was.
They sold cheap rum to the vagrants in the slums and expensive wine to the extravagant nobility.
Those buyers spared no means to pay for their alcohol.
Vagrants went as far as selling their own daughters into slavery, and nobles even sold off their stockpiled food reserves.
But the money-making didn’t stop there.
They concealed news of victories during wartime and spread false rumors that the war was lost.
By doing so, they bought up land that had plummeted in value and made massive profits.
Those who had sold their land were driven to despair, and many took their own lives.
They imposed harsh prices on the commoners who needed daily necessities to make a profit.
The slums were filled with people dying of starvation. Yet, the flames of desire within the Promes family were never extinguished.
Eventually, they even laid hands on war supplies.
Promes.
At some point, they became known as the Merchants of Death.
Vegenue turned a blind eye to the atrocities his family had committed.
He never once thought there would be consequences. After all, he was merely a merchant doing business.
Then one day, Emily spoke while looking at the armor, swords, and arrows displayed in the living room.
“Papa. If someone gets poked by these, it’ll hurt a lot, right?”
