The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153: A Full Meal

Luca’s plan to use the Trove alone would help cut costs and boost technology, but it would also plant a target behind their backs.

One giant bulls-eye.

A guild that has never used credits would likely alarm the others once they finish a few jobs this way.

Not to mention the number of members.

"Luca, I support using better technology."

"But to pass off as a normal guild, we’d likely have to operate using Star coins until we can find a reliable explanation for how we’re funding ourselves," Xavier mentioned his take on the matter and noticed how somber the little money grubber got at the idea of having to use Star Coins.

"But we don’t have to use the money we have now. We can just earn money specifically to use as starting capital." Added the Prince, who knew he needed to have a better suggestion.

The wilting money grubber looked like he had been watered again as he heard about earning money. _{freewёbnoνel.com}

"We can do that? How?" Luca asked, his eyes filled with hope as he looked for a way out of this endless spending!

They have spent hours hearing about things they need to spend money on but not enough time hearing about ways to earn more cash!

"We can see if Ollie can get us in for an auction. I think it’s time you give the world a taste of what they’re really missing." Xavier could tell that it would be successful. It was just a matter of what to do once it got too popular.

"Would that work? Do you think people would buy my cooking?" Luca, who hadn’t really gone out to see the world, was unaware that his cooking could easily start wars.

"Buy? Brother, they wouldn’t just buy it. They would fight over it." Ollie said confidently as he himself had been fighting several giants in the name of food daily.

What more are these people who don’t even need to risk their physical bodies?!

And more than this, he had already informed his father about getting a slot for the auction, which he agreed to provided he could vouch for a product sample.

At this point, the supply and logistical challenges made finding items to auction too difficult, and the Mylor patriarch could only be glad that his usually uninterested son was suddenly willing to help out in the family business.

But help would be an understatement for what Ollie Mylor was about to hand them.

"Are you sure, Ollie?" Luca was hesitant, as a hard-to-please self-critic, but if everyone else was sure he could earn money from it, then he better start preparing.

This time, everyone but Ollie risked their lives and behinds to get thirteen chickens.

Technically, this was a very small number compared to the coop statistics, but the chickens had learned to be territorial and would only listen when fresh corn was waved around.

And every time Luca left the coop, his resolve to get a few pigs and cows increased.

How unfair!