"Artifact development assistance..."
After hearing this self-introduction, Ronald immediately became thoughtful.
Even under circumstances like those in Entrod, these three were bold enough to come assist with artifact development; they certainly weren't ordinary people:
"I've read quite a few newspapers recently; there doesn't seem to be any discovery of relics around Entrod, right?"
Daone immediately explained:
"The news is still under lockdown for the time being."
"Sir, as a Wizard, you must understand the significance of some things, right?"
Ronald instantly grasped what the other party meant.
A relic related to the mysterious realm had appeared near Entrod, and that's why the news was being kept under wraps.
However, if that was the case...
The situation just became all the more intriguing.
Why would a relic from the magical realm request the assistance of a history professor who wasn't a Caster? There's absolutely no compatibility between the two. Read complete versıon only at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱
The only explanation.
There had to be more to this relic than met the eye.
Ronald mused over the issue while savoring his food, and Daone, sitting next to him, continued the conversation:
"Sir, I haven't asked for your name before."
"Ronald, Ronald Adler," Ronald replied directly, "I'm Grettian, here in Entrod to settle some matters due to agreements with certain people."
As Ronald gave his name,
The two men and one woman around the dining table showed no reaction whatsoever.
Considering his current reputation in the mysterious realm, that almost certainly ruled out any connection these three had with it.
A thought then popped into Ronald's mind.
If even a university professor could, through his own channels, learn about the affairs of the magical realm, it already spoke volumes about the attitude of the social elite towards this change.
In the meantime, Daone curiously asked:
"Mr. Ronald, I'm actually not hiding anything from you."
"Although the artifact development work is related to the magical realm, the three of us lack comprehensive relevant information. If you don't mind..."
No wonder they invited him to such a high-end restaurant for a meal.
Turns out the purpose of these three was more than just to apologize!
Ronald didn't mind others needing his assistance; a natural smile appeared on his face:
"So, you want to hire me to provide help."
"Or at least to understand more about the affairs of the magical realm?"
"You've hit the nail on the head!" Seeing Ronald's reaction, Daone promptly passed over a wine glass, "We've just become aware of your voluntary actions to save innocent people, a companion everyone desires to have."
Ronald continued with a smile:
"I'm going to be in Entrod for about a month, so as long as it doesn't stretch beyond that timeframe, I wouldn't mind helping you a bit."
Upon hearing this, Daone immediately pulled a notebook from his jacket pocket.
He flipped it open and began to murmur:
"Start intervention work on the 17th, failed development of the second layer on the 25th, currently no survivors have returned to the surface... A month's time should be roughly enough!"
Quickly coming to a conclusion, Daone looked serious:
"Mr. Ronald, there might be life-threatening danger in developing the relic, which I hope you understand beforehand."
Ronald nonchalantly waved his hand:
"I get it, after all, it's related to the mysterious realm, it's natural that there might be some danger. Don't worry, though I'm not some invincible hero, I can still handle ordinary problems quite well..."
Suddenly, there was a bout of violent coughing from the other side of the restaurant.
Ronald turned his head to look; it seemed like one of R'lyeh's underlings couldn't hold back after hearing what he just said.
Ronald's mood became somewhat complicated.
But Daone, who was in the midst of negotiating with him, was unaware of the context.
As he saw Ronald nod, he still rejoiced in the satisfaction of obtaining the Wizard's help.
At this moment, Don looked at the girl beside him,
"Clara, how much budget do we have left?"
Clara immediately understood Don's meaning,
"For Gret's ordinary consultancy fees, they range from 15 to 30 jins per week, while the rates for top-tier consultants are determined based on the actual situation. Given Mr. Ronald Adler's unique identity..."
At this point, Clara, who managed the team's finances, hesitated a bit.
Sitting by her side, Celyere reminded her, "Clara, this is a rare opportunity for us."
With her companion's reminder, Clara finally gritted her teeth and said,
"Mr. Ronald Adler, would you accept an employment fee of 50 jins per week?"
Looking at the trio whose expressions were a bit tense and who were still taking measure of each other,
Ronald couldn't help but laugh at their reaction.
Although the Adler family hadn't left him much in the way of riches, his experience in Gret had freed him from the troubles of money matters.
"I certainly have no problem with that," Ronald quickly responded, "and believe me, this 50 jins of hire is definitely worth the value; you will be satisfied."
"Thank you very much, Mr. Ronald Adler," Don finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's nothing..." Ronald smiled.
After receiving Ronald's promise, Don continued,
"In that case, I will go register your joining this evening. Do you have any other requests?"
"I should also bring my maid; she's quite a skilled caster."
"Also, your relic development work has nothing to do with the official Entrode authorities, right?"
"Two people will do," Don confirmed Ronald's conditions first and then responded, "The relic work is known to Entrode officials, but it is actually handled by a civilian."
Ronald pondered a bit,
"In that case, let's not use my True Name."
Don continued to ask,
"What alias would you like to use?"
Relics, exploration, and the current environment...
Thinking about these, Ronald revealed a very mischievous smile,
"Indiana Jones, Lara Croft, let's go with these two names."
Don nodded seriously,
"No problem, I've noted them down."
The restaurant negotiation came to a satisfactory conclusion for both sides.
Naturally, the meal was enjoyed by all.
It wasn't until they had finished eating and left the restaurant that the table who had coughed due to Ronald's earlier speech began to whisper,
"My God? 50 jins a week to hire one of the world's top-tier casters?"
"And there are two of them!"
"If both of them act together, they could probably overthrow a nation faster than us."
"If the boss knew about this deal... He'd probably put up the money to hire them for a hundred years right away."
Suddenly, the discussion ended.
Because Ronald, who had just left, returned once more, entering the restaurant again.
Then he naturally sat down at that table.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to mooch another meal."
"And I also have a favor to ask of you, if that's alright?"
The expressions of Entrode's spies were incredibly honest,