"Is that all? Anything else?"
"Also, also... oh, right! The squad members guarding the armory were severely traumatized. Now, now they're receiving treatment from a psychologist. We have to pursue compensation for psychological damages."
"So, how much would all that be, roughly?"
"Seventy or eighty..."
War Axe had originally planned to say seventy or eighty Gold Coins. In his mind, that was already an outrageous ripoff, since catching Lavin had taken about as much effort as catching a chicken.
But seeing Zog's encouraging little look, War Axe had no choice but to say, "Seven or eight hundred thousand Gold Coins."
After saying it, he felt his conscience being tormented. 'I'm no longer a good Beastman.'
"Excellent! Ah, I mean, what a terrible shame," Zog exclaimed, slapping the table. "I never thought you'd cause so much damage. Well, there's nothing to be done. You'll probably have to spend the rest of your life paying off your debt to the Group."
