If this is a mass produce, then what else can your craftsman do?
"Richer?" Crassian shook his head. "Is money really all you humans can think about?" he asked while giving Leo a side-eye.
"Money, on its own, is nothing more but a scrap paper or scrap metal that people simply agreed to hold a value," Leo replied without even a moment of hesitation.
This was economic one-on-one, not some advanced theory-crafting, after all.
"And it wasn't gold, silver, mithril, or promissory notes that I meant by money," Leo shook his head before sighing. "Listen, most of the problems you have in this world are due to how inefficient you guys are at extracting and then using resources," Leo stated only to then look over his shoulder and look not at Leonidas but past the man and at the men who accompanied him. "This applies to both the demonaes and also the humanaes, just on a different scale."
Leo shook his head… before dropping down to the ground and crossing his legs as he sat down directly on the ground.