The other bids were fierce; the second went for 74 million, and the third was 90.3 million. And just like that, 234.58 million was gone!
Godfrey sat there, looking at what remained in his account. Wow! He had never really worked to earn money, so it didn't occur to him how ephemeral money could be.
All that fight, all that death in that purple gate dungeon, all for it to vanish in a blink of an eye. Well, maybe he was looking at it from the wrong angle; the money didn't vanish, it was replaced with something of… equal value.
Yes, equal value.
"Haa…" He exhaled, mourning the exit of 234.58 million. Godfrey proceeded to wear a hoodie and a face mask, then recorded the living room and sent it.
A short while later, the package appeared on the table with a faint orange light.
Summons did make life easier in many aspects. Delivery was near instantaneous; this was the reason those who had summons with teleportation were either scouted by organizations, the authorities, or guilds.
