Silas got the notification instantly. He checked it:
[Money Received: 25k]
A small smile curled up on Silas's lips as he bowed and said. "Thanks, miss." And then he turned backwards and left the store.
The moment he left the store, he was looking at his bank notification and a small smile was on his lips. 'This much money just from the D-Rank cores? How much will I make in future with higher-level materials, and now I even have Fenrir with me.'
Silas's lips parted slightly, and saliva started to run down from his mouth as he was completely lost in his imagination about him getting rich in future.
[Don't think too much about it, Host.]
[The money you made by selling those is just pennies, and you'll eventually spend it in just 2 sessions of Archangel Michael. (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)]
