Chapter 299. Continental Grand Martial Tournament (1)
"Wow, look at how many participants there are. Six hundred? Grandfather, is this for real?" Caron asked.
"His Majesty wanted to give everyone a fair chance," Gyle answered. "As long as they pay the registration fee, anyone can participate."
"Still, why are you the one managing this?" Caron asked.
"Because you installed this old man as the Minister of Finance, remember? This is all budget-related. With His Majesty pushing dozens of projects at once, we're already facing a deficit. Someone's got to keep a close eye on things," Gyle replied.
"Come on, I know how much you're already collecting in taxes. And foreigners are pouring in and spending like crazy, right? Don't exaggerate," Caron said with a smirk.
"My clever grandson knows everything, doesn't he?" Gyle added with a smile.
They were inside the mansion of Gyle, the Minister of Finance.
Caron skimmed through the list of names Gyle had handed him, the contestants for the Martial Tournament, then clicked his tongue in disbelief.
There were far more names than he had expected. It seemed that nearly every renowned warrior on the continent had signed up for this tournament.
After all, the prize wasn't just a mountain of gold and silver. It included an imperial title, a life-changing opportunity. And since it was also a rare chance to gauge the strength of other top fighters, the response had been overwhelming.
"I bet just the ticket sales from the stands already covered the costs," Caron said.
"Haha! My son-in-law raised a very sharp boy. Your math is impressive," Gyle replied.