Chapter 12 – Just 99 million to go.

August sat in front of the receptionist as he tallied the value of the wobble weed he had retrieved from that cave. His previous touchy helper appeared to be missing, he assumed different shifts at different times, which was a good thing. The last thing he wanted was his dick to be stretched like a rubber toy.

The man who helped him with the completion process was the epitome of what one would consider a Chad. Chiseled jawline, a great fat-to-weight ratio, muscular, and was making Irina blush. He could see it. And it made him jealous.

The type of man he wanted to be, but could never be.

"Yeah, the quests each are worth about 2000, but you brought a little extra, and the client, the alchemist guild happens to pay a little extra. That should come out at about 5000 gold."

August looked happy with joy. Wondering all kinds of things he could buy with it. "5000 is that a lot?"

The receptionist looked at him strangely, then looked at his handler.

"Isn't he supposed to know this? Former S-rank hero and all that?" chadman questioned.

"Please forgive him, he's been a little "slow" after the procedure that took his power," she said as she rolled her eyes.

He pouted. It's not his fault he ended up here without an instruction manual.

"It's about four days' wages for the average person, not that much when you take into your account your 'peculiar' case," he said as he handed him the payout. "Here you go 4500 gold."

Just what was he implying, the criminal stuff, he didn't even do?

The man handed him paper, called them notes, and gave him the wrong amount.

"What paper notes!!! I thought you said gold. And why are you giving me less than 5k man?"

The man looked at his handler once, again. "Damn, he really is all busted up."

She giggled, holding her hand over her mouth, averting his eyes.

"Hey answer me! He shouted at the receptionist.

"Guild takes 10% of all commissions, for tax purposes"

Damn, even here he couldn't escape the tax collectors.

"As for your question. You know every paper printed by a bank is backed by its literal weighted counterpart right, stored somewhere very securely. It's to prevent thieves from taking advantage of the system and why tearing this piece of paper is illegal. It has a unique serial number printed with a magical printing."

His head couldn't wrap around the issue. What a load of nonsense, this country was operating on a trust factor. It was overly complicated and probably flawed. He took the notes and they left the building.

He was unsatisfied, perhaps he could handle more serious jobs. Send him into a goblin camp, or to hunt wolves he'd make short work of it.

The male receptionist whose name he had learned had come to be Hansel. Took him to another crystal ball, to check the effect of his stats to his surprise, it had gone up by a small margin.

Status

Lvl 3 > 4

Job: Hero

Health ability: 1000 > 1500

Magic Points (MP): 50 > 55

Strength: E-rank> E+

Defense: D-rank> D+

Magic: F-rank

Magic Defense: F

Agility: D-rank> D+-rank

Luck: D Rank

"Damn, your physical abilities raised itself fast, just how many slimes did you go and kill," Hansel told him.

Perhaps, the slime hunting was minuscule perhaps this rapid growth was the result of his encounter.

"I guess they did a botched job, after all, I am a former hero."

Irina appeared unconvinced, giving him the all-knowing stare.

Afterward, she had taken him to a small office where she made him pay off some of his debt. He was reluctant to give more than half of his day's work. But she begrudgingly forced him to use 3000 of the gold to pay off the debt. He received a small ticket in return. That stated.

99 997 000 debt to repay,

Date due. 4 years 361 days from now.

Leaving him with a paltry 1500 gold in his hand. She teased him nudging him on his arm. "Now my minion, where is my cut? Don't I deserve a little something for keeping you alive?"

He looked like he was on the verge of tears, before waving her off, grumbling. He wanted to have something for himself at least. She was apparently filthy rich, why was she hounding him.

The return home was a lot calmer than he expected. Irina had retreated into her room, he spotted stacks of documents piled up on a desk. The promised punishment he expected was entirely missing, her focus steered elsewhere. She had shut the door behind her.

And he became overly curious about what the hell was so very important that she had forgotten about his existence. He'd find out soon when the opportunity presented itself.

Tomorrow, with her permission, he'd take the day off. Slime girl had drained his balls completely and his butt was sore from all the strangling and drilling. He needed a moment to relax. Nothing too sexually gratifying. He heard of a tavern in the outer city, where girls of various races partook in 'eccentric dances.' he was eager to see an elf dance on a pole.

Just as he settled into his comfort. His master called for him.

"August!" she started. "You're doing an errand tomorrow, Alysse will make the priorities, she needs a 'strong' man helping her, so follow her lead please."

Well, there goes his plans, at least he had a chance to work on his strained relationship with his housemate.

The maid did not look happy in the slightest, leaning in the dark against a door frame, her arms folded, a furious expression on her face. "That's if he survives the night."

Threatening but sounded exciting. Alysse knew how to be kinky when the time was right.