Leon entered the Adventurer’s Guild building, moving with calm confidence despite lacking any visible armor or fighting gear. His simple traveler’s clothes made him stand out slightly, but not dramatically—there were quite a few other people dressed nicely without equipnt, though they were fewer in number compared to the armored adventurers.
People were busy with their own activities. He wasn’t attracting any particular attention, which was exactly what he wanted.
His destination was clear: the mission hall.
He didn’t ask anyone for directions and simply used his spatial awareness to track the flow of foot traffic, following groups of adventurers until he reached his target location.
He arrived at a giant hallway—similar in layout to the guild he’d visited before in Conan City, but the sheer size of this space was vastly different. The ceiling stretched dozens of ters overhead, supported by enchanted pillars that glowed faintly with protective magic.
Board upon board lined the walls, filled with countless missions of different ranks. Bronze missions clustered on the lower boards, silver and gold in the middle sections, and platinum missions dominated the highest placents.
Leon checked the different missions while strolling casually through the various boards like any normal adventurer browsing for work. But his main focus was on the rank requirents and the reward amounts being offered.
Gathering information. I need data to implent my plan properly.
A three-star monster subjugation: fifteen platinum coins. A four-star escort mission: thirty platinum coins. A four-star investigation assignnt: twenty-five platinum coins.
Good. I have the baseline now.
He approached one of the desks where guild officials sat processing paperwork and requests. A middle-aged man with graying hair looked up at his approach.
"I’d like to post a mission," Leon stated clearly.
He hid the anxiety, tightening his chest with practiced calm.
The man nodded professionally and began explaining the standard conditions. "To post a mission through the guild, there’s a processing fee based on the estimated rank. The guild will determine which star-level board your mission should be assigned to based on difficulty and requirents. There’s also an option to advertise your mission beyond this branch, but that cos with additional costs."
He slid a blank mission form and a pen across the desk toward Leon.
Leon took the paper and began writing without hesitation.
He deliberately didn’t ntion anything about Seraphine, Loriel, or Sylphia directly. Instead, he kept the wording vague but appealing.
MISSION POSTING:
Seeking qualified individuals who can provide high-level information on current events within the central region. Need highly skilled and influential people with access to restricted knowledge and insider connections.
Number of participants who can accept this mission: As many as possible (no upper limit).
However, all applicants must pass a personal interview with the mission poster to verify qualifications.
Reward structure: If information provided is deed valuable, 100 platinum coins per piece of verified intelligence. Total prize pool starts at 1000 platinum coins with NO UPPER LIMIT.
Interview passage bonus: 500 gold coins just for successfully passing the screening interview, regardless of information quality.
He even went so far as to add a boastful line at the bottom: Poster is extrely wealthy and capable of paying any amount for quality information.
It wasn’t arrogance—it was bait to attract serious players.
But that wasn’t all. There was a clear ntion at the end about signing a magical contract for those who passed the interview, ensuring they couldn’t disclose anything about the arrangent to outside parties.
Leon finished writing everything quickly and handed the form back to the guild official.
The man read through it carefully, his expression shifting to one of slight judgnt. This seed suspiciously like a fake mission designed to waste the guild’s ti.
Even an average four-star mission only offers up to one hundred platinum coins in rewards, which is already considered generous compensation. But this prize pool ntions one thousand platinum coins as just a starting point, with no stated upper limit? And no cap on participants?
It had all the hallmarks of either a scam or a naive rich person who didn’t understand how missions worked.
However, the official didn’t voice his doubts. He simply complied with standard procedure.
"This will be classified as a four-star mission based on the reward tier and requirents. The posting fee is five platinum coins."
Leon reached into his spatial inventory and pulled out a full coin pouch. From within, he extracted exactly five platinum coins and placed them on the desk.
CLINK! CLINK!
The guild official saw the exchange and was genuinely surprised. Based on the size and weight of that pouch, it was safe to conclude this silver-white-haired young man was clearly not joking about his wealth.
He actually has the money. This might be legitimate after all.
But Leon wasn’t finished.
"I also want to advertise this mission," he stated calmly. "To every single Adventurer’s Guild branch in the central region. And anywhere else where influential and powerful people reside—auction houses, noble estates, rchant guilds, wherever information brokers gather."
The man’s eyes widened slightly. He rubbed his hands together, a gleam of anticipation entering his gaze.
"Sir, that would be... really expensive," he said carefully, though by now he’d understood this individual was absolutely filthy rich. "But it’s certainly possible."
Leon’s response was direct and dismissive of concern. "I don’t care about the money. Just tell a number."
The official’s eyes filled with barely concealed greed. Part of him desperately wanted to overcharge this wealthy custor, but he was bound by guild regulations he couldn’t break. If caught engaging in fraudulent pricing, he’d face severe disciplinary action, possibly even expulsion.
So he gave an honest assessnt, albeit at the higher end of the reasonable range.
"Sir, it would cost anywhere from one hundred platinum coins to five hundred, depending on how extensive and rapid you want the distribution to be."
He explained the scope. "Your mission would be posted in every single branch we operate in the central region—from the smallest outpost to the largest headquarters like this one—within just one day. Not only that, but we’d place posters in major armor shops, luxury hotels, alchemy guild halls, high-end rchant establishnts, everywhere that matters. Single posters in so locations, multiple placents in others."
The man’s voice took on a promotional tone. "It would be enough exposure to ensure your mission becos known to every active adventurer in the central region within forty-eight hours."
Leon simply nodded. "Okay."
Then he reached into his inventory again and pulled out five solid bricks of platinum—each one worth one hundred coins.
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
The spatial storage effect surprised the official slightly, but far more shocking was seeing those massive bricks of solid platinum materialize on his desk.
Leon slid them across casually. "Here. Don’t hold back on the advertising. Do it as fast as you possibly can. Speed is critical."
The man nodded enthusiastically, his professionalism barely containing his excitent. "Yes, sir! Absolutely, sir!"
He was thrilled beyond asure. The commission he would receive from this transaction alone would be enormous—easily the biggest deal he’d facilitated in his lifeti. He’d just hit an absolute jackpot.
He quickly and courteously asked for Leon’s Union ID to process the paperwork officially.
Leon handed over his bronze-ranked identification card without hesitation.
The official was slightly perplexed seeing the lowest-tier ID, but he didn’t question it aloud.
The money is talking louder than his rank.
The deal was finalized within minutes. The guild official handed Leon a special golden card with "VIP" written prominently across it, along with the Adventurer’s Guild logo and Leon’s basic information magically inscribed on its surface. His normal bronze Union ID was returned alongside it.
"Please keep both cards on your person," the official explained. "The VIP card grants you access to our premium facilities."
He gestured to a female staff mber nearby—a young woman with professional deanor and neat appearance.
"This is Clara. She’ll escort you to a VIP accommodation room where you can wait comfortably. All participants for your mission will be guided to you there by guild staff as they arrive and register their interest."
Leon nodded and followed Clara through several corridors.
She led him to an impressive door marked with the number "1" in golden script. Opening it revealed a luxurious room—spacious, well-furnished with expensive materials, enchanted lighting, comfortable seating, and even a small private refreshnt area.
The scent of polished wood and mana-laced incense lingered.
"Please make yourself comfortable, sir," Clara said with a slight bow before departing and closing the door behind her.
anwhile, the male guild official was already rushing through the building’s administrative section. He needed to report this massive mission directly to the guild leader of their branch imdiately.
The funding for advertising alone is massive. This is exactly the kind of revenue injection we desperately need right now.
He knew most of the guild’s revenue ca from transaction fees and advertising commissions. And his personal cut—five percent of the advertising fee for successfully finalizing the deal—ant he’d just earned twenty-five platinum coins.
That’s nearly a year’s salary in one transaction!
He arrived at the guild leader’s office and knocked firmly on the ornate door.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
From inside ca a sharp, feminine voice filled with natural authority.
"Co inside."
The man entered and was greeted with the sight of a striking woman sitting behind an impressive desk. She had bright red hair with violent crimson highlights mixed throughout, and she radiated absolute authority even while seated casually.
Despite his excitent about securing such a lucrative mission in these dire financial tis for their branch, the official kept his composure and held his head low respectfully in front of the guild leader.
Only after she gestured for him to proceed did he let loose, explaining everything in detail—the unusual mission paraters, the massive advertising budget, the mysterious wealthy client.
He handed her the storage box containing the five platinum bricks along with the original mission form written by Sir Leon himself.
The guild leader listened silently, her sharp eyes scanning the docunts.
When he finished, she reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a coin pouch, pushing it across to him without a word.
The official quickly counted the contents—instead of the expected twenty-five platinum coins representing his commission, there were thirty.
He looked up at her in surprise, but only a cold, asured voice responded.
"You may leave now."
He departed imdiately with a deep bow of gratitude.
Five extra platinum coins. A full bonus on top of my commission. This is almost a year’s salary in total!
After the man left, the woman—the guild leader of this branch—studied the mission posting again carefully, her crimson eyes analyzing every word.
Who is this individual?
To her analytical mind, more intriguing than the money itself—despite their branch’s dire financial situation in the northern region following recent political complications—was the nature of this mission.
This strange assignnt, practically at the level of a five-star mission in terms of funding alone, tells a different story. Sothing big is about to happen in this city.
The vague requirents, the excessive compensation, the urgency implied by the massive advertising push—all of it pointed to soone with serious resources preparing for a major move.
She stood up from her seat gracefully, her red hair cascading over her shoulders.
I would very much like to et whoever this big shot is who’s funding such an unusual mission.
The guild leader walked purposefully through the corridors, her footsteps silent despite her height and presence. Staff mbers bowed respectfully as she passed, recognizing her imdiately.
She stopped in front of the door. Her mana pulsed subtly, scanning what waited beyond.
VIP Room Number 1.
Let’s see what kind of monster pays in platinum.
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