Of course, Erza's training room hadn't been dismantled either. Faster was faster, after all.
As for money? What a joke. To Cain, money was just a number now. He wasn't interested in it at all. (Lies.)
Although building the training rooms cost a great deal of money—and would continue to cost money in the long term—Cain felt it was well worth it.
If strength could be bought with money, plenty of people would surely be willing to pay.
Just like in his previous life: if those wealthy people could buy more life with money, they definitely wouldn't be stingy about it.
Looking at the completely empty balance in his account, Cain couldn't help feeling troubled.
The profits from the scar-removal cream were collected once every six months. He had used the last payout to build the training rooms.
And it was only January of X778 now. He would have to wait another five months for the next one.
As for the Cornerstone Secret Brew project, Jude was still preparing it. Thus, Cain was naturally broke.
In the end, Cain decided to return to his old profession: taking commissions.
Come to think of it, he didn't seem to be a qualified mage.
Aside from constantly taking commissions last year for the S-Class Mage exam, he spent the rest of his time either training or researching all sorts of random things.
Thinking about it, Cain felt a little ashamed.
So the next day, after arriving at the guild, Cain headed straight for the request board to see if there were any commissions that paid well and required little effort.
Unfortunately, commissions like that were hard to come by even once a month. Even if one did appear, someone would snatch it up immediately.
How could it possibly wait for him?
Watching Cain