The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161: Validation

Since their group left earlier than most, they were only kept updated through the posts on Star Net.

Kyle was monitoring it to see if his brother had succeeded in convincing the masses that today did not mark the start of the apocalypse; in fact, it felt quite the opposite.

It was just rather difficult because the expressions of the people caught on camera were so stern that they couldn’t imagine anything good coming out of this auction!

Admittedly, they were apparently part of the problem as they ran away like thieves who couldn’t be bothered to have better facial expressions.

"Argh! These photos, really?! Couldn’t they have taken it at a better angle?" Ollie grimaced at the supposed doomsday photo, which featured them walking out of the building.

And in Ollie’s mind, he didn’t look that short! But against these peaks, he looked like a child!

Now, they were already lambasting their very successful auction, and he’s fine with that, but could they at least post better photos?!

But Xavier noted that it wasn’t just the photos that the mop should be caring about right now.

Because the little chipmunk was looking a little wilted off to the side.

Luca wasn’t exactly feeling depressed. There really wasn’t anything to be that depressed about when he’s got this much money from today’s auction.

It was just that he felt like he got too much money while causing this much trouble!

Not to mention, he was still unsure if the people were fine with what they bought.

A meal set for 17 billion?

What kind of taste would even be worth 17 billion?!

The little money-grubber was stuck wallowing about how one would be able to eat if each meal cost that much.

Xavier noticed how the little chipmunk’s brows kept furrowing as the shorty kept touching his stomach.

"Are you feeling sick?" He finally approached because Luca didn’t look as happy as they expected him to be after earning that much.

Luca just shook his head slowly, "I... I’m fine."

He really was. He just momentarily remembered what it felt like to be very hungry.

Hmm.

"Are you concerned about the prices?"

Xavier probably knew the answer to this question, but the little chipmunk needed to be able to articulate his feelings better if he wanted more people to stop misunderstanding him.

But who was he to talk about such things?

It was not like he had the right to judge as someone who could be articulate but chose to ration his words like military supplies.

Maybe he shouldn’t be such a hypocrite.

Luca actually thought about it but figured he should be telling Xavier about his concerns because he might know what to do.

So, the pouting guy confessed his grievances about feeling guilty about taking too much money from these hungry and old people.

What’s worse was learning that Xavier joined his father in paying for a set when he could’ve easily prepared it again for them!

It was truly ironic.

The Prince found it interesting that Luca could love money so much but feared taking more than what he deemed appropriate. So, maybe he should start by explaining.

Or better yet, showing.

Xavier figured that something like this might happen. With the limited quantity, these dishes would likely end up in the hands of people who were too secretive.

And true enough, unlike most people, they’d likely keep their affairs private.

So, how else would the hardworking cook get a proper appreciation for the goods he worked so hard on?

So, he thought of getting at least one feedback.