Reincarnated Realist In Another World
"They say that no man is an island, but an island can be conquered by man." Grant Maximilian, a wealthy man who owned the wealthiest corporate giant in the present world had died. And as he thought it was the end, he had woken up in a small run-down mansion, waking up from a fever, surrounded by maids. He had been reborn, however his name remained the same. As the heir to the doomed-land of Hellsburg, he will now begin to create his kingdom from scratch. [ Hello there! I'll be now update this novel st least twice a week due to my other book "Daily Life Of A Third Wheeler". Check it out as well! Thank you!]
To The Capital
"Master, it's time for us to depart."
The morning had dawned once again over the horizon of Hellsburg, the city was bustling again as usual.
The noise, of haggling between a few adventurers and vendors, was dominant while the clopping of horseshoes adds one after another.
There was a carriage that had stopped right in front of the mansion, a humble-looking vehicle pulled by a horse.
[Grantt]: "Is that everything? Are you sure we don't need anything other than... a bag of gold, swords, two sets of clothes, and... gold bars?"
[Marcus]: "Yes, Master. Just in case we need more money, we can sell the gold bars. They would fetch a high price in the capital as they are most likely to be expensive there as said by Altora."
[Grantt]: "But doesn't that makes us more likely to be robbed?"
[Marcus]: "What doesn't make sense is that you are worried about being robbed. I'd rather worry about them."