"You're the WORST guide in history!" Jax shouted.
Seris rolled her eyes. "And you're the most pathetic pervert I've ever met."
"I asked for TEN SILVER! That's NOTHING to you!"
"It's the principle!" Seris crossed her arms. "Why should I fund your brothel adventures?"
"Because your mother asked you to help me!"
"She said show you around. Not bankroll your dick."
Jax's jaw clenched. "You know what? Forget it. I don't need your help. Or your money. Or your judgmental ass."
"GOOD!" Seris threw the stuffed panda at his face. "Find your own way back to the palace!"
She stormed off, disappearing into the crowd.
Jax stood there, fuming, panda at his feet.
'Fucking princess. Fucking royal family. Fucking broke-ass transmigrator life.'
He kicked the panda.
'I need money. And I need it NOW.'
Jax wandered aimlessly through the capital, his frustration mounting with every step.
