"This isn't something you can handle with mere words, or by scraping together a little pocket money to learn Magic. You'd be responsible for the day-to-day needs of four to five thousand people the moment you open your eyes. Do you have the skills and abilities for that?"
At Fang Zhen's question, Ruth fell silent.
Mages, after all, tend to be well-read and are more inclined to listen to reason than other groups.
The issues Fang Zhen raised were genuine—not problems these few Mages could resolve simply through hard work.
"Four thousand people... that requires a great deal of supplies, and the cost is no small sum," Mansa lamented, then asked doubtfully, "If we can't solve this problem, what makes you think you can?"
"I can," Fang Zhen said succinctly.
"And how?" Mansa asked, his suspicion tinged with a hint of curiosity.
"Because I have money," Fang Zhen stated with perfect composure.
At these words, Mansa was struck speechless.
