Asphalt whistled. "Whew! Master Ronaldo, you're loaded! What do you do besides teaching?"
Ronaldo crossed his arms. "I take missions. Stop prying."
Zane pulled out a small diary and began scribbling calculations.
After a moment, he looked up.
"All together, that's equivalent to… 130 trillion Artemis Dollars."
He chuckled.
"No wonder you managed to dupe your colleagues and senior brothers. Who would've thought you were this wealthy?"
Dar squinted at Ronaldo. "Judging by your look, I'd never believe it."
"What about my look?" Ronaldo snapped, offended. "I earned this wealth through sheer effort. I haven't spent more than two One-Star stones in a year. Frugality, kids. Frugality."
Zane smiled. "And for that 130 trillion, you'll get a 2.5% share in the People's Bank. If you don't believe me, check the math."
He handed the diary over.
Ronaldo examined it line by line like a tax auditor, then finally nodded.
"Hmm. Precise. Very precise. Alright then… I'll take the deal."
