I Was a Loner, but My Class Got Summoned to Another World…

"Let me guess, you're looking for allies to help you with your territory. How admirable Logan! To start caring for your land and people from the very beginning," Kai said, his eyes sparkling with admiration as he looked at Logan like he was a saint.

"No, no, no, Kai, that's not what I meant. Well, okay yes, partially. I just need to make some gold and connect with people who know how to handle money. Given your noble background, you probably have more insight into this, right?" Logan said in a low voice.

"If it's about that, I think I can help," Chloe said.

She had tried not to eavesdrop on the boys, but knowing Logan's needs, she figured it was better to offer her assistance than leave it to Kai and risk a disaster.

Chloe knew her childhood friend all too well and could easily picture the mess he might create, dragging the shy Logan into it.

"Anyways, if it's about your territory, there are four key people you need to know right from the start: the kingdom's treasurer, the leader of the merchant's guild, Count Yarvs, and Baroness Elvir. The last two are your neighbors, and both are known for their rich and wealthy lands," Chloe explained.

"Yes, I think four is enough. Thanks, Chloe," Logan replied, grateful that there were only four people he needed to speak with.

"I suppose as knights, we should begin fulfilling our duty…" Chloe said, leading the way.

"About that, what do knights do, or what does it mean?" Logan asked his first major question.

"We are sworn to serve a lord. In our case, it means providing military service for your barony, protection, and sometimes administrative duties," Chloe said while spotting the first of the objectives for today.

"Logan, this is Sir Harold, the leader of the merchant's guild. He owns most of the west district shops and is one of the best merchants on the continent. He is even renowned in the empire," Chloe introduced.

Logan was greeted by a stout man in his late fifties, who looked every bit the classic tycoon. His presence was commanding, marked by a big, round belly and a well-groomed mustache that twitched as he smiled warmly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Hero Baron Logan. What a grand title, but one that fits all your accomplishments perfectly. How can I assist you?" Sir Harold said, extending his hand for a handshake.

"About that… Well, I wanted to meet you, Sir Harold. I'm new to being a Baron and wanted to connect with influential people for my new land. I also have something interesting to show you, and I think you might be interested in buying it for a good price." Logan got closer, lowering his voice as he thought about the mana crystal cave.

He could start generating income from this place. Although he wouldn't damage the beautiful cave, he was curious to see what a few crystals might fetch.

"Sure, I can make time for you any day, hero. Just come to our main guild branch. I will await your arrival." The man's mustache wiggled, as if sensing the money that would be made.

He took inspiration from one of the production class heroes. The boy had created various tools, daily-use items, and equipment never before seen in this world.

If the kingdom hadn't been so impoverished by the war, the merchant calculated that the young hero would surpass him in wealth in no less than two years.

Each of the heroes could potentially be a gold mine. The greatest idea right now was a so-called bicycle, which only needed a type of material called rubber.

Alchemists in the kingdom are busy trying to create this new material to finish the transportation device.

"Yes, I will try to visit you tomorrow as I will be leaving for my territory in a few days. Hopefully, you will be interested in buying what I bring," Logan said, extending his hand awkwardly to the stout man.

The merchant Harold extended both hands in a show of favor, shaking the boy's hand with unintentional force. "I will make time then. Have a good day, Hero Baron Logan."

After the first conversation, Logan felt like a fish out of water. He wanted to leave and forget the rest of his plans, but Chloe, busy looking for his next target, didn't give him a chance to escape.

Soon enough, they spotted a tall, lean man standing next to the royal area where the king and his family were still seated. They seemed to be eating slowly while conversing with the guests who approached to greet them.

"Good afternoon, Treasurer Golman. We hope to take a little of your time as the young hero wishes to express his gratitude for the gold provided by the kingdom," Chloe said, introducing the two parties.

She observed how the hero had fared in the first meeting and decided it was better to intervene and assist him while speaking to the treasurer, who was a man of few words.

The tall man embodied the phrase "time is money" and seemed forced to attend, a fact that was quickly reflected in his cold attitude.

"Yes, yes, I know who you are, the hero of the hour. You know, it was painful to give so much while we are in dire need," Golman said with a long sigh.

He wanted nothing more than to choke the young hero into returning the kingdom's money, as the war had left them in a huge deficit.

All his hard work throughout the years to bring the kingdom to the top had been undone so easily by the war.

"Yes, we will be quick, Sir Golman. Right, Baron Logan?" Chloe said, passing the ball to Logan with a wink.

"Oh, uh, yes, hello Mr. Golman. I wanted to thank you and express my hope to help the kingdom in the future," Logan said, feeling sweat trickling down his back under the stern man's gaze.

The boy wiped his hand on his pants before extending it for a handshake. He felt the daggers in the tall man's stare, but as soon as they exchanged a handshake, the treasurer's features softened.

"Sorry about that, hero. Sometimes I forget that you all will end this atrocious war. Thanks for coming. I had to let go of a few hundred gold coins to host this banquet, so please, enjoy the rest of it—especially the food."

Soon, the group left the treasurer, who decided to take his own advice and had a chef serve him the most expensive food they had prepared.