The walk to floor 4 wasn't as endearing like before. The ambience of tearing roots and distant bird calls that sounded suspiciously like screams gave Reed slight chills as he walked.
Reed came alone, a sign of trust and confidence. He adjusted his collar. He wasn't wearing his usual "Dungeon Lord" velvet coat. Today, he was wearing a heavy canvas shirt, thick leather gloves, and high boots. He looked less like a warlord and more like a man about to wrestle a swamp.
He knew if he brought the others, Amara could potentially attack, and he wasn't exactly ready to fight a whole forest again. No, he came here for strict business.
"System," Reed muttered. "Status check."
[LIQUID GOLD: 5,850 G]
He stared at the number. It was a fortune to a commoner, but to a Dungeon Lord trying to build a skyscraper and a hospital, it was pocket change.
He had run the math with Maira all night.
The [Surface Foundation License] cost 5,000 G.
