Lann didn't know what expectations the Female Warlock Academy had for his future.
He only felt a wave of coldness.
"What a joke about the warmth brought by professional strength..." the Demon Hunter muttered. "It's too cold!"
"These gold coins are too cold!"
The heavy, borderline cumbersome large money bag twirled in Lann's hand.
These coins represented the cold and merciless law of interests in this world, symbolizing the dirty power and strength of the world... but there were just too many of them!
So much so that when the Demon Hunter mumbled, he couldn't help but show a satisfied smile at the corner of his mouth.
The weight of the large money bag made even the cold Demon Hunter grin!
1500 Oren Coins, although he didn't know how it suddenly became half as much more than promised, but it was a good thing.
Margaret gave him cash directly.
Allowing him to directly connect with the institutions responsible for sales and trading in the academy.
