"D-Doesn't he want money?" one receptionist whispered to her partner, eyes wide.
"I… I don't know anymore…"
The two looked at each other—then rushed forward again.
"Mister Hazuki!!"
Hazuki sighed inwardly as their footsteps quickened behind him.
Ugh… this is annoying…
He stopped with a long, lazy exhale and turned slightly.
"How much?" he asked flatly.
The two girls blinked.
"We… we don't know the exact amount, but probably more than three or four gold coins."
Hazuki rubbed his chin.
"Hmm… Ridan."
"Yeah?"
"You think those monster piles we left behind are worth more?"
Ridan didn't hesitate.
"Easily ten gold, man. Maybe more if you haggle right."
The two receptionists glanced at each other again.
Who… is he talking to?
Hazuki shrugged.
"Well, alright then, ladies. I'm busy. So—see ya."
He waved casually and continued walking toward the marketplace, hands in his pockets like nothing had happened.
"M-Mister Hazuki!!" they shouted again, scrambling after him.
