He pointed to one of Anya's cards.
"This is a Kutz World Silk Card," he swallowed. "Have you heard of Kutz Bank?"
Li Wei shook his head.
"That's to be expected," Don Quixote said, clicking on the photo to examine it. "If I'm not mistaken, this must be from Kutz Bank."
"This is the personal bank of the British Royal Family," his voice carried a rare trace of genuine awe. "Its headquarters is at 440 River Street in London. This bank exclusively serves the royal family and nobility."
"What's the big deal?" Li Wei shrugged. "Anya told me last time that she met a noble from Europe who couldn't even afford the upkeep on his ancestral castle and had to rent it out as a hotel. The nobles and royals on the European Continent aren't all they're cracked up to be."
