Mr. Pantalone has no crazy plans today.

Fortunately, at least for now, he doesn't have to worry about that.

This made him realize that it was time to start pushing forward with his business plans, otherwise his financial pressure would rise to another level.

Pantalone felt a pang of heartache; money really does disappear quickly.

He was clearly the entrepreneur who single-handedly supported the entire winter economy, and the actual controller of the Northern Bank, the most powerful and influential bank in the seven countries.

But why?

Why does money always seem to disappear so quickly?

Why does he feel like he's drowning in debt even though he has so much money?

I just can't figure it out, I really can't figure it out.

Pantalone couldn't help but sigh, expressing his deep helplessness and his longing for money and wealth.

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P.S.: The power went out at home today, so I didn't finish writing my drafts. I had to go out and write this, which is why it's a little late. Please don't say it's padded or short.

Chapter 56 You bastard, what do you even know!

This realization made Pantalone acutely aware of his own powerlessness and poverty.

He'll definitely find a way to get a lot more Mora later, so that those guys who only know how to accumulate wealth but don't know how to contribute to Winter will have to spit out their hard-earned money.

After suppressing the resentment over the financial pressure in her mind, Pantalone then began to share the story she had just made up with "The Doctor".

He began to piece together a story based on keywords he knew about 'mind' and 'consciousness', and on concepts he knew from his past life. Thus, a story that he himself did not know but told with great conviction was freshly created.

After carefully considering his words, he spoke slowly.

"Do you believe in the existence of a race where people's thoughts are transparent to each other, can connect with each other's ideas to achieve understanding, where the knowledge and technology of civilization can be passed on and shared, where there are no internal disagreements, and where the wisdom of each individual can be fully utilized, possessing a unified ideology and will?"

Dotole, who had expected Pantalone to share an ordinary story with him, was instantly thrown into turmoil upon hearing this.

What exactly does this sentence mean?

Why suddenly bring up a race that seems like it's from nowhere?

As one of the highest-ranking executives in the Fools, he knew many more secrets that the other executives, who were close to the bottom, did not. It was because of this that, after hearing Pantalone's words, he was undoubtedly convinced that such a race could not possibly exist.

So upon hearing this, Dotole's first thought was to deny it outright.

But then he remembered that the person who said those words was Pantalone. Could Pantalone really be so shallow as to say such nonsensical things?

You know, he's Pantalone!

What he was thinking was definitely not that simple; there must be something he hadn't considered.

But after thinking for a long time, Dotole was absolutely certain that such a thing could not possibly exist. So what did Pantalone mean by saying this to him?

Just as Dotole instinctively wanted to deny the possibility outright and felt that even something similar couldn't possibly exist.

Something suddenly popped into his mind, which made him realize it.

No, that thing might exist.

Dotole pondered for a long time, and finally vaguely guessed what was going on.

He frowned, then asked Pantalone.

"What are you trying to say? This kind of thing is theoretically impossible."

What I want to say is actually very simple.

Pantalone and Dotole exchanged glances, then paused before continuing.

"In fact, as you said, such a race should not be possible in theory, but do you think there is a way to make such a thing possible?"

“I once heard of a race that did just that. They used a special method to connect the hearts of everyone, which led to reconciliation among the entire race and allowed their technology and strength to develop rapidly.”

"Through this special connection, everyone will return to this system after death. The race can fully inherit the wisdom and knowledge of its predecessors, saving them from arduous learning. They can obtain the memories and wisdom of their ancestors, and nothing will be sealed or buried."

"Dottore, what are your thoughts on things like 'mind' and 'consciousness' in this story and fantasy?"

Seeing Pantalone asking for his opinion, Dotore felt that he understood what the other person meant.

He was undoubtedly saying, 'Although this thing doesn't exist, what are your thoughts on the possibility and ideas of creating it?'

Without a doubt, the other party's tentative manner and words meant exactly that.

As for why he was so certain, and why he was so sure that this was what Pantalone was thinking.

That's because he knows that the thing that can do that exists—

As a 'madman' and 'monster' who had been expelled from the realm of knowledge and seekers of wisdom by the Sumeru Church, he knew all too well that there was indeed something capable of doing this.

Pantalone couldn't possibly be unaware that he was once born in that distant land of wisdom, a land that managed knowledge as a 'resource,' a country of scholars now filled with folly.

The incredibly important thing that the Sumeru Cult possesses can indeed accomplish all the possibilities he described.

If that's the case, then everything he said can almost be considered a confession.

The thing that can manage knowledge as a resource is undoubtedly that.