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[Merchant Knight Duflan]

"Since the early 20th century, human science and technology have advanced significantly, leading to the construction of numerous research stations across the Antarctic continent, each one nearing the South Pole," Ander explained.

"A few years ago, the Americans attempted to build a research station close to the South Pole, less than 200 kilometers away. Concerned they might discover Hearthglen, we created some trouble, causing them to relocate to a more peripheral area," he continued.

Pausing, Ander added, "However, in the latter half of this year, the Americans and Europeans joined forces to return to the South Pole for construction. With ample manpower and resources, our previous efforts couldn't deter them. They've laid the foundations, and the station is set to be completed soon."

Forseti fell silent momentarily before remarking, "If they wish to build, let them. It's still over 100 kilometers away, nestled within the mountains and hidden by terrain. It's unlikely they'll stumble upon us."

"In the event they do..."

Forseti interrupted, "If they do, it shouldn't be a concern. The station falls under human government oversight, and they'll exercise discretion."

"Understood," Ander nodded.

*Dong dong.* As Forseti and Ander conversed, a knock sounded at the door.

"Come in."

Forseti turned to see a gentle-looking man enter, approaching with a hint of hesitation. "My lord."

Seeing him, Ander sighed, "Duflan, are you here to propose your idea to the lord again?"

"Yes," Duflan affirmed.

Forseti was intrigued, "What's on your mind?"

Ander explained with a smile, "Before joining the Knights, Duflan was an accomplished banker known for his business acumen. Unfortunately, he was framed and imprisoned until one of our senior Knights found and rescued him."

"Though now a paladin, his heart remains set on business, earning him the nickname 'Merchant Knight.'"

Forseti regarded Duflan thoughtfully, prompting him to continue, "Indeed, my lord. I believe financial investments are essential even for the Silver Hand, without causing harm. If the Knights pursue business ventures in the mortal realm, I offer my services in managing wealth for the Order."

Previously, there had been suggestions within the Supreme Sanctuary for Forseti to invest in earthly businesses, which he declined due to complications. Yet, Forseti did not inherently oppose commerce. Indeed, as Duflan pointed out, financial resources on Earth could prove advantageous.

"Might this be your calling?" Forseti inquired.

Duflan hesitated, "Yes, my lord. Engaging in commerce presents both challenge and enjoyment for me."

Reflecting, Forseti voiced concern, "While money itself isn't corrupting, managing wealth exposes one to temptation and pitfalls. Can you assure me you won't succumb?"

"Absolutely. My tenure as a banker tested my resolve over time, qualifying me for the Silver Hand," Duflan assured.

Forseti acknowledged the Order's stringent standards for recruits, requiring moral integrity above average.

"I'm inclined to give it a try, Ander." Forseti turned to him.

Ander hesitated, "We lack significant worldly currency."

"For now, exchange some gold, and I have surplus dollars, which are seldom used," Forseti suggested.

Duflan objected, "My lord, exchanging gold for currency is highly inefficient."

"Do you have a better idea?" Forseti inquired.

Duflan proposed, "As the Aesir god, you possess unique items not found on Earth, like technological creations from alien civilizations. Earthly entrepreneurs would pay handsomely for such rarities."

Indeed, such artifacts, while commonplace in the universe, held great value for humanity, surpassing the worth of gold.

After contemplating, Forseti retrieved a fist-sized cobblestone from the Sanctuary space, radiating a soft blue glow, resembling jewelry to the untrained eye.

"This is an energy stone, an advanced technological creation. Sell it to... Howard Stark," Forseti instructed.

"Stark Industries?" Duflan inquired.

"Yes," Forseti affirmed, certain that Howard Stark would find it of immense interest.

"As for the price, that depends on your negotiation skills, Knight Duflan."

...

Several days later.

Stark Industries headquarters stood prominently amidst bustling New York City. As the world's premier technology company, Stark Industries commanded extraordinary respect.

Within a modest conference room, Howard Stark, the company's founder, scrutinized intricate blueprints spread across the table, clearly vexed by a significant problem.

Interrupting his contemplation, Anton Vanko, a middle-aged man with a round face, entered. Familiar with Stark, he addressed him without preamble, "Stark, we must resolve this issue before year-end. Delaying the Arc Reactor project further is unacceptable."

Shaking his head, Anton added, "The Arc Reactor transcends this era; even if I don't see its completion, it wouldn't surprise me."

Stark remained silent.

Anton continued optimistically, "Yet, our success could redefine global standards."

"Yes," Stark concurred.

The two delved into a technical discussion, occasionally debating or brainstorming over the intricate schematics.

A knock at the door interrupted them.

"Who is it?" Stark inquired.

The secretary replied, "Dr. Duflan is downstairs, requesting a meeting to discuss a major business opportunity with you."