Two days later, at a watchtower 100 kilometers outside Saint Heart City.
A group of familiar tamers in noble clothes had gathered there.
They sat around a campfire, roasting meat, and tossed their space rings to the elder leading them.
The elder caught each ring and used his Mental Power again and again to check the resources inside.
"Theodore, resources worth 350 billion federal credits..."
"Raul, resources worth 410 billion federal credits..."
"Stryker, resources worth 470 billion federal credits..."
While checking the rings, the elder swept a cold look over the camp leaders. "Victor is set to be the future head of the Tattalia family. Even if you want to line your pockets, there should be a limit."
Then he fixed his eyes on Theodore, his voice flat. "Figure it out. Bring what you submitted up to 400 billion federal credits."
Hearing this, Theodore looked awkward, but still nodded. "I'll take 50 billion worth from my private stash and give it to Victor."
