Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 183

The mouse nodded vigorously, his whiskers trembling with what seemed to be amusement.

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"Right?" Finch continued while processing Zhao’s withdrawal. "Though of course, some prefer gradual accumulation while others..." his memories drifted toward Ren, "surprise us with THREE HUNDRED AND TEN THOUSAND IN ONE MONTH AND IN IRON RANK."

Leopold choked on his own saliva. "What?"

"Oh, you didn’t know?" Finch smiled while his mouse prepared a new book. "Some of our younger clients have rather... interesting numbers."

"Impossible," Leopold spat the word. "I’m a gold rank prodigy and barely..."

"Your withdrawal, professor," Finch interrupted, handing the money to Zhao who now watched the scene with amusement as he finally had his ten silver-glowing crystals.

"Thank you," the professor smiled.

Leopold flushed red. "I demand to see those records!" _{freēwēbηovel.c૦m}

"Sorry, that depositor’s name is private unless they request otherwise," Finch shrugged. "Bank policy."

"But..." Leopold frowned, clearly upset by the lack of impression his deposit was making.

"Don’t compare yourself to other magnates, Mister Leopold. You’re also a winner who leaves Theodore and me drooling with envy, and quite an impressive one," Finch nodded politely. "Theodore, in fact, thinks it’s extraordinary to achieve so much at your age."

The mouse looked up from his book and nodded vigorously.

"Then where’s my funny dance?" Leopold smiled smugly. "If even your assistant recognizes my talent…"

"The rich humiliating the poor," Finch sighed dramatically. "Theodore and I are just obliged to observe and document. Although..." his voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, "some are more considerate than others with our theatrical sensibilities... But it’s fine, we’ll do the dance just for you, young Leopold."

Ren’s group approached to see Finch practically dancing around Leopold while Theodore wrote frantically in his little notebook.

"This offends me," Min declared with false indignation. "I thought those worship dances were exclusive to Ren."

"He seems to be doing them with even more enthusiasm today," Taro added, playing along. "Say goodbye, Ren… It’s not worth it."

"Oh no," Finch murmured upon seeing the new visitors. "Theodore, prepare for more numbers!"

The mouse pulled out a new book, his whiskers trembling with anticipation.

"More numbers?" Leopold asked, his curiosity momentarily overcoming his arrogance.

"The mushroom magnate visits us," Finch explained. "Though I don’t know if he’ll be able to maintain his account when his friend reaches silver. Cultivation becomes SO expensive..."

"More of a magnate than me?" Leopold studied Ren with disdain. "This first-year child?"

"Not yet," Finch sighed dramatically. "But if he continues like this..."

The mouse nodded solemnly while turning the page.

"Impossible," Leopold spat the word.

"Sorry," Finch shrugged. "It is what it is. Right, Theodore?"

The mouse nodded vigorously again.

"Though," Finch continued, "if you’re interested in his exact impressive numbers, you could ask him yourself..."

"No... I don’t want to hear more!" Leopold turned dramatically and left the bank.

"Well," Finch sighed. "It seems few appreciate good theater. Don’t you think, Theodore?"

The mouse shook his head solemnly while turning the page.

"Did you see that?" Min smiled. "Totally unfaithful."