Merchant (2): The Sword Of Bael

Raith and Jong-Su sat in a room, facing each other and at a table between them, on that table was a file. Jong-Su pulled out the paper on the file and slipped it to Raith.

As Raith collected the paper he suddenly remembered and feared that he might not be able to read earth's written language. But contrary to his thoughts it was just like he was writing a text from Therut. Their language was complex and based on rune words. But if one was subjected to diligent learning from childhood, writing would be easy as speaking.

Raith's eyes widened.

"I will receive 100% for the first for months? and a commission of 1.5 million dollars from the association, every month?"

Jong-Su nodded diligently.

"You are worth that much hunter Raven"

"Woah, I thought my rank came out as F?"

Raith said with a disbelieving expression, sizing up Jong-Su with a gaze that clearly does not seem to believe they were being for real.