"Alright," He put down his pen and papers, "Let's talk about the cost."
Raven tensed up a bit.
Even though he was rich, he was still getting pocket money, which he had been splurging.
So, if it was over his budget, he would be fucked.
Of course, he would borrow or take a loan or whatever he could, since it was for his survival, of course.
But it would still put him under a burden.
A financial burden.
"How much would everything cost?" He asked, his heart pounding.
"Including my service charges, the importing taxes I would need to get the material here, the other taxes, and the overall material cost, it would land you around…"
Mr. Ola paused, taking a moment to make sure his calculations were correct, "8,200 Sols."
Gulp!
That's like a countryside, low-tier baron's yearly income.
Mr. Ola looked at him, analyzing how he would react.
But Raven made sure to hide his nervousness.
He sat down to make himself more comfortable.
Clink!
