The Eldest Prince sitting in the defendant's chair watched the prosecutor's constantly moving lips, recalling the beginnings of this matter.
A landowner from a remote countryside, with some money in hand, somehow heard that making money in the big city is better and quickly hooked up with some merchant on this side of the Imperial Capital.
In Gafura, there are no "capitalists," at least from the official perspective, that's the case.
All the merchants are like lambs kept by the Lord; they are not dangerous at all. When the aristocrats have needs, they will shear their wool.
These lambs have attempted rebellion at different times, but the outcome is never surprising; all the lambs become roasted lamb.
So, the lambs learned to be low-key, learned to be obedient.
In this power-centric country, capitalists can never stir up any waves.
So there are no vicious capitalists here, only docile lambs—merchants.
