Sister, I'm the Queen This Life (330 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 406

Ippolito barely reached a satisfactory agreement with Marco and Pica.

Marco, true to his nature as a gang leader, stubbornly insisted on his demands, but Ippolito somehow achieved his primary goal—parting amicably from Marco’s group while keeping all his fingers intact.

The key point that convinced Marco was the fact that Ippolito wasn’t planning treason but rather intended to leave this line of work entirely. However, conveying this to Marco wasn’t easy.

“What? You’re going to work? You? At the palace?”

Marco looked at Ippolito with utter disbelief. A palace administrator earned an annual salary of about fifteen ducats.

Fifteen ducats was the amount a minor district boss in their smuggling organization could make in a single week. Under Ippolito, who oversaw all of San Carlo, there were nearly thirty such district bosses.

In other words, if Ippolito kept every penny for himself without sharing a single coin with his subordinates, he could theoretically earn up to two thousand ducats a month.

“I don’t know much about this, but… did you really have that much money?”

A palace administrator position was purely honorary.

Granted, considering San Carlo’s cost of living, one could live frugally and make ends meet on fifteen ducats, but that certainly didn’t apply to someone like Marco or Ippolito with their spending habits.

Moreover, Marco’s question carried an implicit reproach: “You’re telling me you’d give up all this for a job that pays next to nothing? With your nose smashed in and sleeping rough on the streets? That doesn’t make sense!”

“Oh, uh… well…”

Ippolito stammered. He tried his best not to sound too blunt as he rambled on about how his father had ascended to a high position and suffered greatly, and that he was going to the palace purely out of filial devotion to protect him.

He absolutely couldn’t mention anything about gaining influence or benefits—that would be disastrous. What if someone like Marco, a rough-and-tumble thug, used the Cardinal’s career as leverage to blackmail him?

But everyone in San Carlo already knew who Ippolito’s father was.

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