Foreskin did his best to control his trembling and asked with difficulty, “1 gold coin?” “Wrong guess.”
Mike revealed his answer, “To purchase [Wind’s Reach] skill books, line up according to your merits as usual, and provide your own materials. Every buyer will not only receive a [Wind’s Reach] skill book but also get 1 gold coin.”
Selling skill books for profit?
Thor planned to pay people to take the skill books today!
Today, Mike intended to shatter the stereotypes Maxen and Shadow Seven had about him!
It was infuriating to be underestimated!
Even if a hundred billion people worldwide learned [Wind’s Reach], Mike would only need to shell out 100 billion gold coins, a mere 10,000 Battle Lord merits!
Is that a lot?
Two days of mining would cover it!
Mike understood the value of money very well.
If you really break it down,
How much does it cost for Shadow Nine to protect him for a day?
How much does it cost humanity to conquer three major Abyssal Planes?
How much does the training summer camp cost?
Some expenses aren’t worth calculating too precisely.
Moreover, these expenses can’t be calculated clearly!
As Mike once said:
Honor me, and I will honor you in return.
Humanity protected Thor, and from Mike’s past experience, this was no empty promise.
Even Shadow Seven, who privately saw Thor as a rival, would never turn a blind eye if Thor were in danger.
Of course, it might also be that Shadow Seven simply craved combat and battle.
Regardless, humanity’s vow to protect Thor was genuine.
Whether it was the [Source of life] or [Wind’s Reach], these were strategically significant items.
Mike could profit from them.
Monopolize? No need.
Sacrificing the greater good for small gains was beneath Mike.
Of course, if someone tried to morally blackmail Mike with the greater good, he wouldn’t fall for it either.
“Wow, this….”
Foreskin was at a loss for words.
Thor’s proposal was so crazy that he couldn’t make a decision on the spot.
The only thing he was sure of was that Thor was offering the maximum possible discount!
After a long moment of shock, Foreskin finally said, “Just to be clear, this money can’t be charged to Maxen’s account!”
Mike rolled his eyes,
“Come on, with my relationship with Stone, would I really do that to him?”
Foreskin: “Yes.”
Maxen already owed 3,000 Battle Lord merits to the Mystic Market!
Unless he brought out his two godfathers, Maxen would have to sell off his possessions to repay this debt!
The joking ended there.
Foreskin indicated that Thor’s proposal could be considered.
The final decision would require discussions with various parties to come up with a final plan.
Of course, the final plan would need Mike’s approval before being announced.
Mike nodded, “Alright, there’s someone treating at Wolf’s Den today, so I’ll head over.”
How could Mike miss out on something free?
Besides, this time it wasn’t him tricking Stone.
It was Apollo tricking Maxen, or more precisely, Maxen’s future third godfather!
Maybe this was the price of capturing a Supreme Godfather!
…
Wolf’s Den.
When the ninth-tier Battle Soldier, StarLone Wolf, appeared at the entrance of Wolf’s Den,
the cheering crowd parted, making way for him.
Wherever Thor went, the crowd erupted in cheers and shouts.
Thus, Mike made his way smoothly to Maxen’s side.
“Bro, why are you so late!”
Maxen held a roast turkey in one hand and a large steak in the other, looking particularly
joyful.
He was finally enjoying the joy of zero-dollar purchases!
And this joy came from Thor!
It was double the joy!
Mike sighed, “Why do you do this to yourself?”
Maybe he didn’t know the truth yet?
Seeing Maxen like this, Mike almost felt sorry for him.
He was tempted to tell him the truth.
But Maxen grabbed the most expensive bottle of wine, opened it, and poured a glass for both
Mike and himself.
“I know you’re feeling down. It’s okay, if you want to cry, just let it out. You’ll feel much
better.”
Maxen said this with genuine emotion, as if he had experienced it himself.
Nyx Valoria couldn’t help but speak up, “Maxen, I need to tell you…”
“Don’t say anything!”
Maxen raised a finger, making a shushing gesture, “Feel it with all your heart.”
He wanted to savor every moment, enjoying the thrill of spending Thor’s money!
Earlier, Nyx Valoria had tried several times to tell Maxen the truth, but he had interrupted and
shut her down each time.
“Cheers!”
The two clinked glasses and drank in one gulp.
“Take whatever you like, don’t hold back.”
Maxen patted Mike’s shoulder, saying generously,
“If you want, pack 100,000 individual meals and 100,000 bottles of wine for me!”
Mike hesitated, “Isn’t that a bit much?”
“Not at all, it’s perfect!”
Maxen laughed, “Just consider it my treat. Don’t worry about the money; you can always earn
more!”
Nyx Valoria coldly said, “It is your treat.”
Crash-
The sound of a glass shattering echoed through Wolf’s Den, and everyone looked towards the
bar.
Maxen stood up abruptly, his eyes red, staring at the bills and the staggering numbers.
His mind went blank, leaving only one thought:
“I’m screwed, I’m the one paying!”
…
“Don’t worry about the money; you can always earn more!” Mike consoled Maxen.
He glanced at the bill, which totaled 16,258 Battle Lord merits.
With Maxen’s wealth, he could earn it back in a few years.
Initially, the people at Wolf’s Den were quite considerate, celebrating just for the joy of it.
Who knew that after Maxen arrived, he would go wild urging everyone to take everything they
could carry?
Nyx Valoria couldn’t stop him.
Maxen never expected that Thor would be the one treating, but he would end up paying.
“Gulp-gulp-”
Maxen downed a large bottle of wine, looking very dejected, “I should never have come to
Wolf’s Den….”
“Tomorrow, I’ll apply for a transfer to the corps command center. If I stay here any longer, I’ll
have to sell my equipment to pay off the debt…”
“Another glass of free water.”
Knowing he was the one paying, Maxen became frugal.
He didn’t even dare to drink wine anymore.
Mike is such a kind-hearted person; how could he just stand by and watch his friend be so
down and out?! So, he closed his eyes. Sure enough, he felt much better.
“Enough!”
Mike couldn’t stand it any longer.
“A man crying like this is disgraceful!”
“Come with me!”
Mike dragged Maxen into the deepest office.
Once the door was closed, Mike rolled his eyes, “What are you afraid of? You have more than
one godfather who can pay.”
“You don’t understand.”
Maxen sighed, “If I spend too much, my second godfather will lock me in the dark room.”
“Lock you in the dark room?!”
Mike seemed to catch a strange term, “Why?”
“To slash me…”
Triggered by muscle memory, Maxen shuddered. “My second godfather always says that if I
don’t practice my sword skills and keep spending money recklessly, a good slashing will set
me straight.”
Mike nodded slowly.
No wonder Ares had such strict discipline.
“By the way, the demon race master smith I helped you find has come around. She’s handling
the paperwork now and should be arriving at the Core City of Truth soon.”
Maxen’s news brightened Mike’s eyes.
“Really, what level of equipment can she forge?”
Ares had promised this when Mike was level 60, and now he was level 120.
Maxen said seriously, “SSS-tier equipment.”
“Such equipment can only be forged by the top master smiths. They can only forge a limited
number in their lifetime before their energy and spirit decline, making it impossible to forge SSS-tier equipment again. We’ve exhausted our supply, so we had to capture a master smith from the demon race.”
He pointed to a flail in the corner,
“Even this flail is only SS-tier. I’ll sell it to you for 100,000 Battle Lord merits. Interested?” “First, I’m a mage. Second, I already have a hammer. What would I do with a flail?”
Mike was curious about something else, “Since it’s SS-tier equipment, why don’t you use a sword?” Maxen had said before that his favorite and best weapon was the sword.
In the fourteenth level, when Mike fought Maxen’s projection, he used a sword.
“I’d love to, but I can’t!”
Maxen rolled his eyes, helplessly explaining,
“My second godfather has high standards. Unless it’s a major battle, if I don’t meet his freёwebnovel.com
standards, he won’t let me use a sword. I had an S-tier sword that could be used up to level
980, but my second godfather broke it.”
Broke the sword?!
Mike suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
Does Ares have such cruel methods?
Apollo tortured people mentally.
Ares, on the other hand, went for physical destruction, even breaking swords?
Suddenly, among the three Supreme Beings, Morpheus seemed the most normal.
Aside from drawing ugly hearts, Morpheus had no flaws. Mike quickly changed the subject, “What are Ares’s standards for you?”
Maxen spread his hands, “It’s simple. I just need to know more sword techniques than he
does.”
Mike looked at Maxen with pity, “May I ask, do you think you’ll ever get to use a sword again
in your life?”
“Don’t underestimate me!”
Maxen retorted, “My second godfather knows 108,001 sword techniques. I’ve already learned
36,000!”
Mike sighed, still 72,000 techniques to go!
“The master smith has arrived.”
Maxen stood up, calling Mike,
“My second godfather said it took a lot of effort to change her mind!”
With that, he led Mike outside.