Orsini had now moved his base from Marseille to the capital of the Kingdom of Lyon.
It wasn't due to any problem in Marseille, but because the high-ranking officials in the Kingdom of Lyon were eagerly seeking him out.

“I’ll confirm one last time. Will Count Montmartre be investing 500,000 gold coins into our Namhae Company?”
“Indeed. If I had known your company would grow this much, I should have invested six months ago... that’s my regret.”
“Thank you for your kind words, Count.”
“Good things are good, and bad things are bad. Even though you’re a merchant, your demeanor reflects nobility, and your abilities are impressive.”
“I’m flattered by such praise, Count.”

Orsini smiled slyly as he looked at the fool who had just handed him 500,000 gold coins.

The man had completely dropped his guard.

With just a little more talking, it seemed like he could pull off an even bigger scam.

But just like with food—if you eat too much, you get indigestion—if you try to scam too much, you'll eventually get caught.

‘For now, I’ll stop here.’