Chapter 214 Verification of Funds: Is it possible that I have more than five billion gold coins!
Alan frowned as the coachman's whip came down on him.
Seeing the Flaming Turkey King under Alan, the coachman pulled back at the last second, hitting the ground instead. The carriage stopped in front of Alan.
A voice from inside the carriage demanded, "Sterling, what's going on?"
Sterling replied respectfully, "A man is blocking the way. His mount is extraordinary, and I didn't dare..."
"In Siren City, is there anyone I can't provoke?" Dorian sneered. "Tell that kid to move, or he'll regret it."
The coachman looked at Alan nervously, hoping he'd move on his own.
Alan sneered. He'd seen plenty of rich kids like Dorian in the game, using their parents' wealth to bully others.
"Sir, he's the island master's adopted son. You should move," an old man advised.
Alan ignored him and patted the Flaming Turkey King. The mount let out a loud cry, causing the unicorn pulling the carriage to panic and kneel.
The coachman fell, and Dorian tumbled out of the carriage. "Are you looking for trouble?" Dorian shouted, standing up awkwardly. He looked lanky and awkward, like a bamboo pole.
Seeing the Flaming Turkey King, Dorian's expression changed. "I'm the island master's adopted son. You just offended me. Give me your mount, and I'll forgive you," he said.
The coachman whispered, "Mr. Siren, I already mentioned your identity."
"Shut up!" Dorian snapped, realizing Alan didn't care about his status.
"What's your decision?" Dorian asked.
Alan looked at him like he was an idiot. "You want my mount? Dream on."
Dorian, in a fit of rage, laughed coldly, “Good, very good, excellent!”
“If it were the past, there might have been someone on this Siren’s Slumber Isle worthy of our fear.”
“Today, even if you have a four-time advanced class warrior backing you, you must behave yourself.”
Alan chuckled and commanded the Flaming Turkey King, which swatted Dorian away with a claw.
[-558.]
A small damage number popped up.
Mounts didn't usually pack much punch in battles, but they weren't totally useless either.
"You brat, you're asking for it," Dorian roared, his eyes turning silver-white and giving off a weird vibe.
"Stop!" a deep voice commanded.
A golden-armored general on a unicorn rushed over, positioning himself between Alan and Dorian. "Ambrose, this brat..."
"Shut up!" Ambrose Siren snapped. "You arrogant fool, always causing trouble."
Ambrose then turned to Alan. "My nephew's behavior was out of line. Please forgive him. Here's a silver-level longbow as an apology."
Alan glanced at the longbow. He didn't need it for such a minor scuffle, but it was a decent gesture.
Alan had a reason for being there and didn't want to escalate things. "Forget the bow. I don't need it. I want to meet your island master."
Ambrose's eyes narrowed. "The island master is in seclusion and not seeing visitors. Please understand."
"Alright, I'll come back another day," Alan said, not in a rush. He was interested in the auction tonight and curious about the strange aura Dorian had emitted.
The God of the Undead had told Alan through telepathy that Dorian's aura was similar to Silver-Eyed Nicholas's, just much weaker.
After Dorian was taken away, Alan wandered around Siren City. The Siren Guild was a six-story Western-style building with white sculptures.
Alan rode in on his mount, and a respectful attendant quickly approached. "Sir, you can't ride your mount inside. We have a designated resting area for mounts."
Alan waved his hand, storing his mount in his mount space, and walked in. "I heard there's an auction today."
"Yes, we have a large auction, but we need to verify your funds first," the attendant said.
Alan wasn't surprised; fund verification was standard. "Let's go."
An elderly man with a goatee sat in the room. Beside him sat a crystal ball, with a bronze mirror placed in front of it.
The old man smiled. "Place your hand on the crystal ball, and it will display the coins in your backpack."
"Alright," Alan said, placing his hand on the crystal ball.
The ball flashed red. "Alert, anomaly detected."
The old man's face changed. "How could there be an anomaly? This crystal ball can detect up to five billion coins."
Alan stayed calm. "Maybe I have more than five billion coins?"
Alan didn't have five billion himself, but he had access to over ten billion coins through the Adventurer's Guild bank.
The old man was skeptical. "Are you saying you have more than five billion coins?"
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