One hundred million. It didn’t take a long time to say, nor was it difficult to pronounce. It was made up of words that children easily spat out while they played. But the words carried heavy weight, and even more so when ‘gold coins’ were attached to the end.

“Do you realize what you’re saying right now?” Midas was so stunned that he exclaimed, “What do you mean a hundred million gold coins!? Besides the fact that it’s an insane number, you won’t be able to carry that amount of weight with just one or two carriages!” As Midas continued to speak, he became more infuriated and ended up yelling.

‘What is he planning?’ Midas had heard Zich say that he would extract the greatest amount of money from him, but the number exceeded his wildest expectations. He couldn’t believe that Zich was asking for a hundred million gold coins for just putting the Earth’s Tear on auction. It was normal for people to call out a higher number than they were thinking of, but the price he was asking for was far too much. Instead of negotiating, it seemed as if Zich were trying to bankrupt him.

“It’s just a hundred million,” Zich insisted.

“You…!”

With his reddened face, Midas was about to spit out curses...