"Miss Eve, settle the bill."
As the stewardess of Pride House's workshop, Eve had received no small number of nobles and High-Tier Professionals in her day, and considered herself someone who had seen her share of grand occasions.
Yet after suffering the mental ravaging of the scene before her in the training ground—a scene akin to the arrival of a god of destruction—she had never imagined those two words could fill her with such a liberating sense of relief.
At the same time, she could not help feeling fortunate that although this group of guests, who seemed to regard money as utterly insignificant, had thought processes somewhat unlike ordinary people's, they at least followed the rules.
If they had smashed up this entire batch of enchanted weapons and armor, her career would probably have been finished on the spot.
But when the heavy pouch brimming with Gold Coins landed on the counter and was officially entered into the accounts, she thought of the sales commission about to enter her pocket—enough to equal more than half a year's bonuses. The poor workshop stewardess found herself seized by a thought that filled her with guilt:
Since they paid so readily, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad to let them "smash" a few more rounds...
Just as Levis, outwardly calm after paying the bill but inwardly hemorrhaging like a severed artery, was preparing to leave with the others, a concealed wooden door within the workshop was pushed open.
"Mr. Levis, please stay. Miss Xia wishes to see you."
At the sound of that aged voice, everyone stopped in unison. Levis turned back and saw an elderly man with a head full of silver hair, yet a tall frame and an upright, unbent back.
Though he looked advanced in years, his dark-red eyes, sharp