58: That's really sneaky...

Five hundred gold dragons is fifty thousand silver wolves, five million copper eagles, five hundred million iron badgers... I've become a billionaire just from one piece of intel?

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Impossible!

Even with inflation in this world, it shouldn't have reached this point.

There must be something here that I don't understand.

Seeing Ronan seem to hesitate, the Administrator smiled.

"Of course, you don't have to make a choice immediately. Just notify Alice once you've made up your mind."

"However, before that, I hope you can sign the 'Information Confidentiality Agreement' and finalize the contract first."

Ronan nodded; he hadn't planned on selling the information to other factions anyway.

He believed Alice's claim that 'the other major organizations offer the same value level.'

A hint of appreciation appeared in the Administrator's eyes.

"In that case, Dark Star, you will be responsible for the rest. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."

The Administrator gave instructions to the old man beside him and left in a hurry.

After watching him leave, the old man pulled a fresh roll of parchment from his robes.

The words 'Information Confidentiality Agreement' were written in large letters at the top of the parchment, followed by rows of specific clauses. The signature area was left blank, seemingly prepared for the contractor.

"This is a top-tier Information Confidentiality Agreement."

The old man handed the parchment to Ronan and said,

"You can take your time to read it carefully. Once you press your fingerprint in the signature area, the contract will be finalized."

Ronan nodded and reached out to take the parchment.

At that moment, a special ripple silently seeped into his soul.

It was easily suppressed by his Godhead, turning into nothingness and dissipating in an instant.

Ronan only saw that when the ripple entered, it existed in the form of a special mark.

He spent a bit of time silently reading through the details of the agreement on the parchment.

The content was written very amicably. Although it used an emphatic tone to warn about the consequences of violating the agreement, it didn't specify what those consequences would be.

"It's alright, you can take your time," the old man said with a very kind smile.

"Just pressing my fingerprint in the signature area is enough?" Ronan wondered if he needed to use an ink pad first.

"No need. The agreement will automatically record your soul information."

At this, the old man added, "This is also related to the consequences you will face if you violate the agreement."

"What consequences will I face for violating the agreement?" Ronan asked curiously.

"That depends on the level of the agreement signed," the old man said flatly.

"If you violate a low-level agreement, you'll receive a small punishment; it should be uncomfortable for a while."

"Of course, I wouldn't recommend doing that, Adventurer." The old man looked up at Ronan.

"And what about high-level ones?"

Ronan directly ignored the man's gaze and asked,

"For example, with this top-tier agreement of mine, what happens if I violate it?"

Seeing him looking somewhat eager to try, the old man's face remained as calm as a still well as he slowly uttered two words:

"You'll die."

So the special mark formed by that ripple has that kind of power... Ronan thought to himself, then pressed his fingerprint onto the signature area.

At that moment, Ronan's fingerprint appeared in the blank signature area.

However, not a single soul ripple came his way.

He guessed that the reaction on the parchment was likely just for show to outsiders.

In reality, from the moment he reached out and took the parchment, he had essentially completed the signing and agreed to the contents of the agreement.

The so-called finalizing of the contract was the process of the special ripple completing its intrusion and planting a mark in the soul.

So underhanded... Ronan couldn't help but sigh.

"Now that it's signed, please inform us of your choice as soon as possible." After saying this, the old man summoned Alice to handle the follow-up matters.

After Ronan and Alice returned to the hall, he continued his consultation at her workstation.

"Alice, what kind of equipment or magic can one gold dragon buy?"

"Lord White Night, although the gold dragon is the minimum unit for purchasing equipment or magic..." Alice looked troubled.

"But with only one gold dragon, you could probably only buy some low-level second-hand equipment. As for magic or skills..."

Seeing her expression, she was definitely about to say something presumptuous, so Ronan quickly changed the subject.

"What do you mean by minimum unit? Can't I buy what one gold dragon buys with a hundred silver wolves?"

"Official institutions do not recognize any currency below gold dragons for high-value transactions." Alice's face turned serious, then she squinted and added in a whisper,

"Although the official rate is 1 gold dragon = 100 silver wolves, I've heard that the exchange rate on the black market is very, very high..."

"Then aren't the silver wolves I worked so hard to earn from missions basically worthless?"

Although Ronan hadn't done many missions yet, that didn't stop him from feeling indignant on behalf of millions of Adventurers.

"How could that be! Lord White Night, expenses in Moonless City are very high. Especially for Adventurers, just a casual repair or maintenance of their beloved equipment makes silver wolves flow out like water..."

A commoner can buy a loaf of bread and be full for one iron badger, yet an Adventurer's equipment repair starts at ten thousand iron badgers... Between the extraordinary and the ordinary, there's not just a gap in power, but even their capital is on different levels.

Being an Adventurer isn't something just anyone can do.

Looking at it this way, five hundred gold dragons doesn't seem like that much... "How many gold dragons could the two spells I exchanged for earlier be sold for?" Ronan asked, wanting to understand the conversion rate between points and gold dragons.

"Lord White Night, unless it's through an official institution, it's not recommended to buy or sell any magic or skills," Alice said solemnly.

"What's the logic in that? Can't I even sell my own magic?" Ronan found it somewhat absurd.

What, if I sell my own research results, is someone going to come and arrest me?

"There are indeed regulations against selling them within Moonless City, but even if you traded privately, no one would likely buy non-official magic or skills."

Before Ronan could ask, Alice immediately explained,

"In Moonless City, knowledge that hasn't been officially appraised is prone to deviations during the learning process, leading to unknown consequences."

"What kind of consequences?" Ronan immediately pressed.

"The specific consequences can be understood by purchasing the relevant information..."

Alice looked at him with a smile, her face full of anticipation as she prepared to conduct some information-selling business.

Ronan: "..."

Fine, I won't sell anything.

"Then if I were to use gold dragons to buy those two spells of mine, how much would it cost?" He hadn't forgotten what he wanted to know.

"Lord White Night, you want to know the exchange rate between gold dragons and points, don't you?" Alice saw through his thoughts.

"Today's rate is..." She looked down at her documents, "1 gold dragon = 49.862 points."

"Huh?" Ronan was stunned.

So points are the real money! You should have said so earlier; why was I even bothering to earn silver wolves!

Ronan patted a small pouch at his waist, which contained 200 silver wolves—the mission reward given by the Earl.

Since Ronan's squad not only failed to rescue anyone but also lost several members, the mission couldn't be considered a success.

With no other witnesses and the passage completely collapsed, the Earl's side didn't dare to fully believe what they said.

Consequently, the reward was only mediocre.

Before, Ronan had thought he'd made a fortune... "Alice, I've made my decision."

After understanding the true value of five hundred gold dragons, Ronan made his choice.

"I'll go with the second option."

"Lord White Night, I'm glad you've made a choice." Alice stood up, her curvaceous figure fully on display. "The Administrator said that once you choose the second option, I need to take you to see him."

"Then let's go." Ronan stood up and followed.

Although he didn't know what organization was above the Adventurers Guild, their efficiency was almost too high.

To be able to issue the reward so quickly.

Entering the interior of the hall again, they climbed quite a few stairs.

Ronan walked into a luxurious office, and Alice quietly withdrew.

The Administrator, Morgan, was sitting in a leather chair. Seeing him arrive, he put down the documents in his hands.

His eyes flashed with an inexplicable glint as he spoke,

"Novice Adventurer, code name 'White Night', human, real name Ronan, profession: Mage, reserve apprentice of the Elemental Academy 'Senluo Fire Tongue'..."