196 Flying in Crimson Castle Requires a License Too? Isn't There Another Name for It-Mond City?

"Knock, knock, knock."

A rhythmic tapping sounded at the door.

"Come in."

Murphy answered without looking up. Little Rich Guy, carrying a huge bundle of materials, poked his head through the door. It had only been thirty minutes since Murphy had sent him to find the supplies.

The guy had clearly used his "money power" once again.

But Murphy didn't mind. He was an open-minded "dogshit game designer." When it came to buying and selling gold coins, he could pretend not to notice. If he needed to, he could even open an official auction house in Crimson Castle and collect a commission. Huh? Oh, right. Why hadn't he opened an auction house already?

Great idea!

He'd add one when the time was right, maybe with a major update. He'd also have Mirian start training professionals for it right away.

It was settled!

"You'd better be ready, my apprentice."

The vampire lord jotted down his idea in his little notebook, then picked up his vampire-style bladed whip and stood. The astral direwolf at his feet rose with him.

The calf-sized astral direwolf made sure everyone knew Murphy had the style of a summoner.

He said to Mony Qiong:

"The manticore may have begun to recognize your strength, but its wild nature means it won't readily accept you as a hunting partner. I'll help you establish a mental connection and give you a chance to form a contract with it. But in the mental struggle that comes with connecting to it, you mustn't let your manticore overpower you."

"Aw, aw, I get it!"

Mony Qiong, still sporting a bruised and swollen face, drew on his experience and said:

"It's like raising a dog! A border collie—if it thinks you're not as smart as it is, it'll try to take charge."

"Mm, more