Magicians never make wishes

Upon hearing the name "Five Hundred Golden Dragons," Ronan's heart skipped a beat.

Five hundred golden dragons equal fifty thousand silver wolves, five million bronze eagles, and five hundred million iron badgers...

Did I become a billionaire overnight with just one piece of intelligence?

impossible!

Even with inflation, the world shouldn't be this insane.

There must be some things you don't understand about this.

Seeing Ronan seem hesitant, the manager smiled.

"Of course, you don't need to make a choice right away. Just inform Alice when you've made up your mind."

"However, before that, I hope you can sign an 'Intelligence Confidentiality Agreement' to prioritize reaching a contractual agreement."

Ronan nodded; he had no intention of selling intelligence to other factions.

He believes Alice's claim that "the other major institutions are of the same value level."

Managers also showed more appreciation for it.

"In that case, Dark Star, you'll be in charge of the rest. I have other things to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."

The manager gave a brief instruction to the elderly man beside him and then hurriedly left.

After watching the other person leave, the old man took out a brand new roll of parchment from his robe.

The parchment was titled "Intelligence Confidentiality Agreement" in large characters, followed by lines of detailed agreement content. Only one blank space was left at the end, seemingly for the signatory.

"This is a top-level intelligence confidentiality agreement."

The old man handed the parchment to Ronan and began to speak.

"You can take the time to read it carefully, and then press your fingerprint at the end. That will complete the contract."

Ronan nodded and reached out to take the parchment.

In that instant, a peculiar fluctuation silently seeped into his soul.

It was easily suppressed by the divine power, and in an instant it turned into nothingness and vanished completely.

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

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

The above content was written in a very friendly manner. Although the consequences of violating the agreement were warned in a strong tone, no specific details were given.

"It's alright, you can take your time looking at it." The old man smiled very kindly.

"Is it enough to just press my fingerprint at the signature?" Ronan wondered if he should dip his finger in ink first.

"No need, the protocol will automatically record your soul information."

The old man added, "This is also related to the consequences of violating the agreement."

"What are the consequences of violating the agreement?" Ronan asked curiously.

"It depends on the level of the agreement being signed," the old man said calmly.

"If you violate the lower-level agreement, you will be subject to some minor punishment, which will probably make you feel bad for a while."

"Of course, I don't recommend you do that, adventurer." The old man looked up at Ronan.

"What about the higher-level ones?"

Ronan completely ignored the other person's gaze and asked,

"For example, what would happen if this highest-level agreement were violated?"

Seeing his eagerness, the old man remained calm and composed, slowly uttering two words:

"I will die."

So the special mark formed by that fluctuation had such power...

Ronan sighed, then pressed his fingerprint at the signature line.

In that instant, Ronan's fingerprint appeared in the blank space at the bottom of the signature.

However, not a single soul fluctuation came.

He guessed that the description on the parchment was just to appease outsiders.

In fact, the moment he reached out and took the parchment, he had already signed it and agreed to its contents.

The so-called contract is the process by which special fluctuations complete the invasion and leave a mark on the soul.

That's really sneaky...

Ronan couldn't help but sigh.

"Now that you've signed, please let us know your choice as soon as possible." After saying this, the old man beckoned to Alice and gave her instructions on the follow-up matters.

After Ronan and Alice returned to the lobby, Ronan continued consulting at her workstation.

"Alice, what equipment or magic can I buy with 1 gold dragon?"

"Lord White Night, although the Golden Dragon is the lowest unit for purchasing equipment or magic..." Alice looked troubled.

"But with only 1 gold dragon, you can probably only buy some low-level second-hand equipment. As for magic or skills..."

Seeing her expression, Ronan knew she was about to say something inappropriate, so he quickly changed the subject.

"What do you mean by 'minimum unit'? If I can buy something with 1 gold dragon, can't I buy it with 100 silver wolves?"

"Official institutions do not recognize the use of currencies below the Gold Dragon level for high-value transactions," Alice said seriously, then added in a low voice, her eyes narrowing.

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

"Then all the silver wolves I painstakingly earned from completing quests were for nothing?"

Although Ronan hasn't done many missions yet, that doesn't stop him from speaking out for the millions of adventurers.

"How could that be! Lord White Night, the cost of living in Moonless City is quite high, especially for adventurers. Just a little maintenance or repair of your beloved equipment and Silver Wolf spends money like water..."

An ordinary person can buy a loaf of bread and be full with just one iron badger, but an adventurer needs at least 10,000 iron badgers to repair equipment...

Between the extraordinary and the ordinary, there is not only a chasm of power, but also a difference in the level of capital.

Not everyone can be an adventurer.

So it seems that five hundred golden dragons isn't that many...

"How many gold dragons can I get for the two spells I redeemed earlier?" Ronan asked, wanting to know the conversion rate between points and gold dragons.

"Lady White Night, unless it's an official institution, we do not recommend buying or selling any magic or skills," Alice said solemnly.

"What kind of logic is this? Can't I even sell my own magic?" Ronan found it absurd.

What? I'm selling my own research results, and nobody's going to come and arrest me?

"There are indeed regulations in Moonless City prohibiting the sale of such items, but even if you trade privately, no one should be willing to buy unofficial magic or skills."

Before Ronan could ask, Alice immediately explained,

"In Moonless City, knowledge that has not been officially verified is prone to deviation and unknown effects during the learning process."

"What impact?" Ronan immediately asked.

"For specific details regarding the impact, please purchase relevant information..."

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

Ronan: "..."

Fine, I won't sell it anymore.

"If I were to use the golden dragon to buy my two spells, how much would it cost?" He hadn't forgotten what he wanted to know.

"Lord Baiye, you want to know the exchange rate between the Golden Dragon and the points, right?" Alice saw through his thoughts.

"Today's exchange rate is..." She glanced down at the data, "1 Golden Dragon = 49.862 points."

"Huh?" Ronan was taken aback.

So points are the real value? You should have said so earlier, otherwise I wouldn't have bothered earning Silver Wolves!

Ronan reached into a small money pouch at his waist, which contained 200 silver wolves, a reward from the count for his mission.

Since Ronan's team not only failed to rescue anyone but also lost several people, the mission cannot be considered a success.

With no other witnesses and the passageway completely collapsed, the count's side dared not fully believe what they said.

Therefore, the compensation was only average.

Ronan initially thought he had struck gold...

"Alice, I've made my decision."

Having learned the true value of the five hundred golden dragons, Ronan made his choice.

"I choose the second one."

"Lady White Night, I'm glad you've made your choice." Alice stood up, her voluptuous figure on full display. "The Administrator said that if you choose the second option, I need to take you to see him."

"Let's go then." Ronan got up and followed.

Although I don't know what organization the Adventurers' Guild is affiliated with, their efficiency is just too high.

The rewards will be distributed so quickly.

Upon entering the hall again, we climbed several flights of stairs.

Ronan entered a luxurious office, and Alice quietly withdrew.

Manager Morgan, sitting in a leather chair, put down the documents in his hand when he saw him arrive.

A strange glint flashed in his eyes as he spoke.

"A novice adventurer, codenamed 'White Night,' a human named Ronan, a professional mage, and a prospective apprentice at the elemental academy 'Senro Fire Whisper'..."