Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World

Mage Lian, for his part, didn’t look particularly concerned. He merely inclined his head with professional calm.

"I’ve prepared an itemized record," he said, sliding the thick ledger across the table. "You can remit the payment now or over the next fortnight, whichever suits you."

Michael reached for the ledger without comment, flipping through the pages. Every figure matched what he’d calculated in his head.

One hundred and twenty-four thousand gold coins.

In silver, that translated to twelve million four hundred thousand silver coins.

And in Aurora dollars—one Aurora dollar being roughly a silver—twelve point four million dollars.

Michael closed the cover and set it aside.

"I’ll pay in full a day before the delivery. It would be brought to my residence right? Or?"

Mage Lian’s eyes glinted faintly with a trace of amusement, as though he’d expected that exact question.

"Indeed," he said, his voice low and precise. "The materials will be delivered directly to your residence in sealed crates. My people will handle the packaging and the escort detail." He lifted a hand and gestured to one of his aides, who quietly began taking notes. "However, someone will be sent to collect the payment the day before the delivery. That will give you time to prepare the funds without undue inconvenience."

"And the delivery itself—when should I expect it?"