Wanderer stared fixedly at the bill in his hands, both hands trembling slightly. A bead of cold sweat slid from his forehead to his chin, then splattered onto his leg.
He swore this was the longest bill he had ever seen in his life.
It was so detailed that even the price of every single screw was clearly listed.
Every item had its price.
The most outrageous part was that replacing one fucking plug cost 1,000 coins.
Basically, if you assembled everything itemized on the bill, you would get him.
"Thirty-five thousand coins..."
He stared at that glaring number as cold sweat dripped down in a steady patter.
"Don't you Night Doctors treat most people for free?!"
Lynn said earnestly, "You said it yourself: most people. But full-body surgery like yours obviously can't be free. Besides, I spent these past few hours risking my life to save you!"
"How exactly did you risk your life?!" he demanded, clutching the bill.
Lynn held out all ten fingers and said solemnly, "Look at my hands. They're covered in scratches. If I accidentally got tetanus, wouldn't my life be in danger?"
"..."
Wanderer opened his mouth, but for a moment, he had no answer.
He had roamed the Dark World for so many years, undergoing modification after modification to turn himself from a flesh-and-blood creature into a mechanical unit. How many hardships had he endured to get where he was today?
He had even escaped somewhere as dangerous as the Mechanical Church with his life.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined he would suffer such a crushing defeat at this fellow's hands.
Getting beaten up was bad enough.
But twice!
Getting beaten up twice was bad enough...
Now he had to pay exorbitant surgery and treatment fees afterward...
But he really