"Wasn't it supposed to be two hundred Copper Coins?"
Justin had only just taken the money pouch when his expression changed.
Though he had only been a mercenary for two months, he had already learned to judge the number of coins by their weight.
"Two hundred Copper Coins? You've got the nerve to mention that? You dozed off while standing watch. It's already merciful of me not to dock all your pay! Get lost, now!"
The vice captain berated him with a vicious look.
Justin's face suddenly flushed red. Looking at the mocking gazes gathering outside the Mercenary Division, he wished he could crawl into a crack in the ground.
In the end, he did not dare talk back. Gritting his teeth, he turned and left.
Just wait. I'll file a complaint against you online.
In truth, he knew deep down that such a complaint would be meaningless.
When the Empire Official Website had first introduced its complaint feature, the results had indeed been astonishing.
All sorts of deep-rooted ills within the Empire were exposed overnight. The Magic God flew into a rage, heads rolled, the people cheered, and the social climate was swept clean.
But gradually, after many people learned to use complaints to attack their rivals, such reports slowly lost their credibility.
At the very least, those above in the Empire had learned to investigate first and punish afterward.
As for trivial matters, the Empire could not be bothered to deal with them. It did not have enough manpower to handle everything.
Moreover, after people grew familiar with the new rules of the game, new connections, exchanges of interest, and even unspoken rules gradually began to take shape.
Some complaints no longer received any attention.
Did that mean the Internet's complaint system, which allowed grievances to reach the