A person who has no money to pay back his debts will need to spend money to declare bankruptcy. If he borrows money from a noble, he will not even be qualified to go bankrupt.

This magical reality is a very natural and common phenomenon in Newar, and even in the entire empire. Anyway, no one will sympathize with those bankrupts - this is all their own troubles.

People who have no money are not qualified to go bankrupt.

"So, do you want to sell the machine to make up money to file for bankruptcy?" Dusand signaled the due diligent guard to put the person down, and then frowned and asked, "Why are you here to find a buyer?"

"There will be two auctions today, including six machine tools." Rosen's face was covered with traces of coal ash, and he stuttered with a nasal tone, "I...I think if someone is willing to buy a cheap second-hand mobile bed, maybe he can buy mine."

Luo Sen took a deep breath and begged, "Master, Master, are you... willing to buy it? My machine tools, only, as long as... as long as the starting price of those auctioned machine tools is enough!"

"If your machine is in good condition, I'll buy it at a more appropriate price." Dusand decided to do a good thing, at least for this young man who looks about the same age as him.

Buy a steam machine tool with good maintenance at the right price. This is the purpose of Dusand's trip. If the machine tool you bought can also help a difficult family, the business will be even more cost-effective.

"Young Master, there may be problems here." The guard lowered his voice and said, "I suggest you think about it again."

Dusand thought for a while and said, "When Teacher Polina and Todd come back, you will go back to the manor immediately - bring twenty more guards here." Todd was the other of the two guards.

"And..." Dusand added again, "tell my mother about this and bring two steam carriages with family badges."

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Dusand came to Albin Bankruptcy Court to buy a cheap steam machine. It would be great if he could help others when buying the machine - but the prerequisite was that he and Polina could not put himself and Polina in danger and trouble.

Therefore, Dusand, who had only been in this world for ten years, decided to rely on the power of his mother and noble identities. Twenty guards and two steam carriages with the Baroness Androni's family emblem were enough to make all the people who were living in the Albin city wake up again.

The nobles' guards can carry weapons.

"Old... Master..." Since seeing two carriages and twenty guards, Rosen realized that he might have encountered an amazing person. He was a little nervous, but he did not dare to ask directly "What is your origin?" so he could only apologize. "Can you ask me to go back first? My sister and grandma, I will remind them to change their clothes first to avoid being rude..."

"According to my guards, now if you have any special actions, you can directly think that you are planning some kind of conspiracy against us." Dusand sat in the carriage seat, looking at the auction items in his hand without raising his head.

He closed the manual in his hand, looked at Rosen with a smile and asked, "So, is this whole process a conspiracy?"

"No, no!" Rosen's dirty face turned pale in fear. He quickly explained, "I...we...our...our family is a little messy."

"That's okay." Dusander lowered his head again and began to look at the auction album. "Steam machine tools are not the kind of delicate products that cannot be used normally because of the chaos in the environment. It doesn't matter if the chaos in the environment is at all."

Polina asked, "Your machine tool at home is sure it's Thorsmith's product?"

"That's what my father said." Rosen nodded and said, "The nameplate on the machine is the same as you have drawn it before."

Rosen remembered the pattern carved on this nameplate. After all, when his father was still alive, he had to wipe the metal nameplate with coarse cloth at least five or six times a day.

Every time my father wiped the nameplate, he would rub the golden beard that grew wildly on his chin with a satisfied smile, and then said to Rosen, "This baby will make our family truly decent."

However, now Rosen is left with his grandmother and sister to depend on each other. The only way for their family is to deal with all their assets as soon as possible, and then take the elderly and young girls to leave their homes and spend the second half of their lives incognito on a border planet.

Thorsmith's steam machine tools did not make them decent people, but instead turned them into prisoners who escaped money.

Rosen started to shed tears again.

"If it is Thorsmith's product, as long as it can maintain factory accuracy, it would be a good business." Polinna whispered to Dusand. "Thorsmith's machine tool is a representative of the accuracy of the Empire's industrial, and the starting price of the bankruptcy court's machine tool is only 80 gold pounds... and a normal-operated Thorsmith machine tool is worth at least 200 gold pounds."

"I will buy it for a suitable price." Dusand nodded to his teacher and partner. "You can also check out the metal ingots piled in the warehouse. If it can be used, we can buy it in one go."

With five hundred gold pounds in hand, Dusand and Polina are very confident in buying things.

Sitting in a very obviously expensive steam carriage, Rosen was so nervous that he couldn't breathe.

Three steam carriages slowly drove into the industrial area of ​​Upper Albin. Bypassing the large factories constructed of gray stone bricks and terrazzo, rows of iron houses came into Dusand's eyes.

In industrial areas, there are also residents living in them. Most of these "residents" are owners of family factories, employ workers, or families of these two types of people.

Bypassing the iron house on the outside, a large area of ​​rusty iron houses appeared in front of the convoy. On both sides of the narrow and muddy streets, you can directly see the swaying gates of the iron houses, as well as hostile gazes that were cast from the gates to the convoy.

"The residents here don't look very friendly." The guards took the initiative to increase their vigilance, while Dusander was working hard to ease the atmosphere in the car.

Polina glanced at the outside environment and said, "The residents here don't usually deal with people like you, Young Master. When a group of hyenas break into the flock, the sheep always pretends to be inconvenient."

The carriage walked around the narrow road for a short while, and then stopped in front of a rusty metal hut that was basically invisible.

An old woman holding a metal crowbar broke out from the hut.

She wore the most common linen dress among the old women of Newar, and her exposed arms were thin and blue veins exposed. Two wrinkled hands tightly clamped a rust-colored crowbar, looking as if she was ready to fight the dragon.

The gray-white hair was blew by the cold wind of Newar. She squinted her eyes and said nothing, but her eyes were full of vigilance.

"Grandmother!" Luosen rushed out of the carriage first, but when he got off the carriage, he slipped and fell directly into the mud on the ground.

But Luo Sen didn't bother to wipe off the mud on his face first, or to look at the wounds on his body that were knocked open by small stones in the mud. He used all his strength to come to his grandmother holding a crowbar as quickly as possible, and explained to her the purpose of the three steam carriages behind him.

Dusande and Polina got out of the car together. As soon as the boots on Dusande's feet stepped onto the ground, a layer of mixed oil and coal ash was mixed with pungent smell, and the mud that emitted a pungent smell directly passed through his feet. Polina, who was on the side, seemed at least more experienced than Dusande - she kept lifting her skirt over her knees with both hands since she got off the car.

"Master, please come in!" Rosen convinced his grandmother as quickly as possible. Then Rosen ran back to Dusand and said, "Grandmother thought someone came to collect debts, so she was a little nervous - it's okay, I've explained it to her clearly."

The guards dispersed in a tacit understanding and began to set up defenses around the entire hut. At the beginning, the two guards who followed Dusand - Todd and Tom - pressed their hands on their waists and followed Dusand and Polina into the metal room.

The metal room is quite warm, and the ground is made of a layer of black metal plates. It can be seen that people who live and work in this house usually take care of the ground.

It is not easy to make the floor with rough ferrous metal without any trace of rust on it.

"You two are here for a moment." Rosen said, pointing to the mud and water on his body and the wound on his legs. "I'll go and deal with it, and then change into a clean dress." He paused and explained, "The machine tool is right behind the house. Master, you can go and take a look first."

The old woman who put down the crowbar was making tea. The tin teapot poured tan tea into a pair of tea cups with different patterns and shapes. She held the tea cup with her trembling hands and walked towards Dusander and Polina, "Please use tea, master... Miss."

Dusand took the teacup handed by the old woman, smelled the smell of peat in the teacup, and then took two sips of tea without changing his face.

"When my short-lived son was still alive, he valued that machine tool very much." The old woman put down the teacup and rubbed her hands repeatedly with sadness. "Now, this has become the most valuable legacy he left to us."

"Mr. Rosen is a little too anxious to sell this machine tool," Dusand said, placing the teacup on the coffee table made of scrap metal, "he said he is willing to sell me the estate at the starting price of the bankruptcy court auctioning other machine tools."

The old woman showed a stronger expression of grief. She lowered her head and hesitated for a long time before saying, "Rosen is the only man in the family. These things... he can make a decision."

"I brought a great technician to evaluate it," said Dusand, pointing to Polina, who was hesitating to drink tea. "She will conduct a detailed inspection of the machine tool. As long as it works properly, I will make a purchase request to Mr. Rosen at a price far higher than the starting price of the bankruptcy court."

Dusand relied on the peat-flavored teacup and took another sip, "Mr. Rosen is a very responsible person. He is just a little confused, so some decisions... are not very wise."

"Mr. Kind Sir!" The old woman seemed to have completely lost the courage to hold a crowbar before. She saluted Dusander tremblingly, then sat down on the stool. Her lips squirmed, but she did not make any sound.

The iron house was a little dim. Dusand sat here for a while before gradually adapting to the darkness around him. He was about to ask to go back and look at the machine tool, but Tom and Todd suddenly blocked him and took out the revolver directly from his waist, pointing at the door without any concealment.

A few stones flew towards the gate, but because of their poor accuracy, they directly hit the rusty iron sheet outside the house.

The iron sheet hit by the stone made a huge sound, and at the same time it shook countless smoke-like rust.

"Repay the money!" Several young men outside the door shouted loudly, "If you don't pay back the money, just sell your daughter to a miner's brothel!"
Chapter completed!