The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 259

Chapter 259: Negotiations

Marshal Julian was not sure if he wanted to laugh or cry at the absurdity of all this.

Contrary to what the others were expecting, DG did not actually pose unreasonable conditions. And if anything, they were the ones that set the limiters before the negotiations even started.

Like not being able to outsource more helping hands past the number of official guild members.

And this guild only had five people.

The facility’s total staff count? A grand total of ten.

That alone barred them from entertaining too many clients, and so how could the military expect them to prioritize handling the soldiers on top of the pro-bono cases and the sponsored beasts?

And yet their guild leader, unexpectedly, the shortest of them all, actually said that they had no problems with adding such a contract provided the military was willing to follow a few conditions:

1. Prioritizing those in dire need. _{ƒгeewёbnovel.com}

2. Appointments must be kept, and the number would be based on the number that the guild could handle.

3. The military must agree to honor trade secrets.

4. Agree to settle for appropriate compensation.

Deputy Officer Curtis was actually surprised at these items, while they still don’t know what kind of compensation it was, they managed to actually get their foot in the door.

At least there was something to negotiate on.

Honestly, the reason why they couldn’t be as specific, was because while they only had ten people right now, the next Mercenary Exam was actually this coming Friday.

And while they weren’t sure if they could find suitable guild members, they couldn’t leave out this possibility forever.

But at the same time, the area they actually allocated for this was rather specific as they needed to make sure these people were sedated before treatment began.

Even then, the duke recommended building a similar facade around the Purifying Chamber in case someone’s constitution was hardcore enough to survive getting knocked out by the purifier.

And so they were ready to accept contaminated soldiers as clients; they just wouldn’t know that they weren’t out there for energy rehabilitation but for decontamination instead.

This was part of their plan to prolong their time to figure out ways to scale their operations.

Right now, these people were the ones approaching them for an entirely different treatment, which saved them from having to convince people only to prevent them from speaking up.

But if they do it this way, people would have to fill in the stories by themselves and all that they had to do was to wait for the CP, err, the people, to come in.

"Then Lord Luca, about the compensation..." Started Curtis nervously.

"Around how much are we talking about for this Job Contract?"

There. He said it.

They should congratulate him because, frankly, no one wanted to ask this part for fear of hearing the response.

Now, Luca, the resident money grubber who had not been paid for his services in his past life, almost hiccuped at the question.

And in his distress reached for the cuff of Xavier’s uniform and clutched it while he attempted to ask for payment.

He wasn’t sure if it was empowering or nerve-wracking, or maybe both, but having to name his price like this was really something else.

They were going to get paid!