When afternoon rolled around, Seo Jun-Ho dragged Ply out of Dewdrop Inn. He looked through a thick pile of pages as they walked. He was skimming through the information that Ply had given him. 

“Moneybug, is there a single person in this city who doesn’t owe you anything?” Seo Jun-Ho asked, dumbfounded. 

“Ahem, well. As I said, I’m pretty important around these parts…There’s no place that my money can’t reach around here.”

“This city is a mess.”

“...”

Unsurprisingly, Ply didn’t have much information on nobles. But it didn’t mean that he had none. 

‘No matter how poor they are, there wouldn’t be any noble families who would borrow money from a loan shark.’  

But shockingly, there were some noble children who would borrow money for luxury goods or for gambling. To conceal their actions from their parents, they would borrow from loan sharks. 

“Why aren’t you collecting their debts? It’s a lot of money. You could just go to their parents to get your money back.”

“Why would I? Even a single day’s worth of interest is a lot.”

“...Are you sure that you’ll be able to get your money back?”

“Yes.”...