After pawning the handkerchief, Cordis finally headed to the bank.
When he arrived and saw the long line, he was momentarily overwhelmed.
There usually weren't this many people here.
When your luck went bad, nothing went your way. With a line this long, he was in for quite a wait.
With no other choice, Cordis joined the crowd, holding the bank card with two million on it.
It was nearly dark by the time Cordis finally reached the front. Fortunately, his extraordinary physique meant that even after standing there all day, he wasn't tired in the slightest.
He gave the bank teller a sweet smile, then explained what he needed.
This seemed to be the teller's first time handling anything involving a Hunter License. Whether Cordis's smile had flustered her or she was nervous about handling an unfamiliar procedure, he couldn't tell.
Even the simple task of recording his information took her nearly fifteen minutes.
Finally, after the people behind Cordis began complaining, the teller finished the paperwork. She took the bank card he had long since placed on the counter and charged the entire balance.
Then she took his Hunter License out of a sealed metal box.
After an ordeal that had dragged on from morning until nightfall, Cordis finally had his Hunter License back. Right then and there, he swore he would never casually sell it off again.
He sprinted all the way back to the building.
Seeing that the security guard was about to close the door, Cordis hurriedly wedged his foot into the narrowing gap.
He showed the guard his Hunter License.
The guard clearly had no idea what it was. Just as he began wondering whether Cordis was some lunatic, a tall, imposing man in a black suit appeared behind him, sporting a full beard