Guild Base

It was the day the group decided to start their own guild, and Ollie was trying to fit himself in the crowd to see the posted requirements.

The mop suddenly wondered why they made it sound so complicated when it seemed like you only needed a Guild name, a licensed student mercenary, a base in the military, and the fee.

That sounded doable. Thought the only licensed first-year mechanic who drew the attention of the other students in the cafeteria.

When they got to the specifics, Ollie was surprised to see his good brother trembling in mortification.

"Luca, what's wrong?!" Asked the mop, who immediately tried checking if his brother was injured somewhere.

But Luca's injury was internal.

A gaping hole!

"Host! It seems like there is extortion going on in this Academy. Should it be reported?" Asked D-29, who noted the prices of land.

That was the killer.

TEN. 

BILLION.