Chapter 145: Virtual Love Interest × Legion Commander (6): It’s Only 648, and the Aircraft Comes Free. Does That Count as Spending Money? Of Course Not

#MorrisCan'tDoIt#

#HisLordshipSaysMorrisIsFast#

#What'sWrongWithAFemaleZergFlyingFast?#

[Commander Morris would definitely win first place every time if there were a military female flight racing competition. (Thumbs up) (Certified by military females.)]

[What's the point of winning races? He still got suspected by a male Zerg of "not being able to do it," and even got told he was "too fast."]

[He just picked up the male Zerg and flew with him? Aren't male Lords only willing to let female Zergs carry them if they're extremely close?]

[Iso + Avis (straightening their ties): Exactly.]

[His Lordship was just trying to save money! Save money! He was just using Morris as transportation. Iso, who lured His Lordship into the Underground District, has even less right to talk, and Avis isn't any better.]

[I want to be His Lordship's personal means of transportation too... (shy)]

[Are low-tier planets really that underdeveloped? They don't even have public aircraft?]

[It's probably just that His Lordship lives in a remote area. A planet is huge. Development is always uneven.]

[His Lordship seems to think high-ranking female Zergs are rare and incredibly impressive, but they're actually quite common. Starting from B-rank counts as high-ranking, and female Zergs are all workaholics. Even if they're born C-rank or D-rank, they'll push themselves desperately to reach B-rank or above. High-ranking female Zergs make up one-third of all female Zergs.]

[Exactly. There are actually more high-ranking female Zergs than there are male Zergs in total. (Facepalm.) Getting married is really hard.]

[What's rare isn't high-ranking female Zergs. It's someone as powerful as the Legion Commander.]

[Well, that's why he's the Legion Commander.]

[He's still pretending to be an ordinary soldier from his legion, trying to trick His Lordship into going back so the "Legion Commander" can raise him as a hatchling. (Facepalm.)]

[Whether it's a hatchling or a Male Lord, I can tell the difference myself.]

...

【Morris landed somewhere different from where Roy usually came.

Roy checked the route on his terminal and led Morris toward a nearby recycling station.

Halfway there, something occurred to him, and he stopped.

This energy core still looked to be in excellent condition. It was fully charged and showed almost no signs of damage. Instead of taking it to a recycling station and letting them buy it as scrap for a ridiculously low price, it would be much better to sell it directly to a mech shop.

Roy silently thanked himself for changing into a clean new set of clothes before leaving the house today. It gave him enough confidence to negotiate with a proper mech store.

He changed the destination on the navigation.

As they walked, he asked Morris, who had once served as a military female:

"What grade is this energy core? About how much is it worth?"

It was an entry-level mech energy core, the lowest grade available. It wasn't particularly valuable.

After thinking for a moment, Morris answered,

"Around eighty to a hundred thousand star coins."

Roy sucked in a sharp breath.

He knew it was something valuable, but he'd only imagined it might sell for ten or twenty thousand at most.

If he'd taken it to the recycling station, they definitely would have crushed the price. Getting a few thousand would already have been considered lucky.

But this female Zerg had just said eighty to a hundred thousand.

Even if they cut the price in half, it would still be a huge amount of money.

That meant both his and his younger brother's tuition would be covered.

Their travel expenses would be covered too.

Roy had received a full scholarship from the academy.

The real problem was transportation costs.

The school had never imagined a male Zerg could be poor enough not to afford a starship ticket.

Roy led Morris to a nearby mech repair shop.

As soon as they entered, someone greeted them.

"Welcome. Are you looking to buy something? Or do you need a mech repaired or modified?"

While speaking, the owner cautiously sized up the high-ranking female Zerg standing before him, inwardly breaking into a cold sweat.

Could a tiny shop like his even repair or modify the mech of such a powerful high-ranking female Zerg?

If anything went wrong, selling his entire store wouldn't be enough to compensate for the damage.

"No, we're here to sell something. We have an energy core. Are you interested?"

Roy gestured for Morris to take it out.

Morris retrieved the energy core from his spatial storage button and handed it to the owner.

Spatial storage buttons were also rare on low-tier planets.

Only the extremely wealthy usually owned them.

The owner accepted the energy core, walked behind the counter, and carefully examined it with a scanner before looking up.

"This is brand ne—"

Morris gave him a stern look.

The owner blinked.

"...?"

"What is it? Is there some problem?"

Roy asked nervously, though he tried not to let it show on his face.

The owner looked at the male Zerg, then at the imposing high-ranking female beside him. Looking puzzled and hesitant, he replied,

"There isn't really a problem..."

Roy quietly let out a sigh of relief.

"So... how much can you offer?"

Then he hurriedly added,

"If the price is too low, we won't sell."

"Hmm... eighty-eight thousand?"

The owner slowly quoted a price while secretly watching the black-clad military female's expression.

Seeing only an emotionless face and receiving nothing but another cold glance that seemed thoroughly dissatisfied, he grit his teeth.

"One hundred thousand! Final price! One hundred thousand! I won't make any money on this one. Let's just call it making a friend."

Roy was dumbfounded.

There were actually people who bargained against themselves.

Even after leaving the shop, staring at the newly deposited balance in his account, Roy still felt as though he were dreaming.

He turned to the military female beside him.

"Did you misjudge the price?"

The owner definitely expected to make a profit.

Roy didn't believe a word of all that "making friends" or "not earning anything."

Even someone as knowledgeable as a military female couldn't possibly know the market price of every mech component.

Morris thought for a moment before saying,

"It's also possible that things sell for more on low-tier planets."

That was often the case.

Many items that weren't worth much on advanced planets could sell for much higher prices on low-tier planets, because those planets couldn't manufacture them themselves. Everything had to be imported from elsewhere before being resold locally at inflated prices.

Roy nodded in understanding.

Either way, they'd made an enormous profit this time.

"Let's go! My treat! We're having a real feast! The best food! We'll even take public transport to get there!"

Roy decided to splurge for once.

That even included paying to ride a public aircraft.

Morris chuckled.

That amount of money wasn't nearly enough for the very best food.

But seeing the little male Zerg's sparkling eyes, he couldn't help looking forward to this "grand feast" as well.

He was a male Zerg with remarkably few demands.

So easy to satisfy...

It was enough to make anyone's heart ache.

Morris wanted to give him the very best of everything.

He opened the in-game shop and found a luxury package that included an aircraft.

Recharge 648 to receive:

Luxury Aircraft ×1

64,800 Game Coins

Which meant the aircraft was essentially a free bonus.

If it was free...

Did that count as spending money?

Of course not.

Morris tapped the recharge button.

He received the aircraft.

And a huge pile of game coins.

Morris stopped the male Zerg who was about to wait for the public aircraft.

"Actually... I have an aircraft."

Roy spun around in astonishment.

"You have an aircraft? Then why didn't you say so earlier? You even carried me here yourself—"

Every question vanished the moment a hovering aircraft slowly materialized behind Morris.

It was...

So.

Ridiculously.

Cool.

Its luxurious black exterior, flowing aerodynamic lines, and striking design were even more eye-catching than a mech.

Nearly everyone on the entire street turned to admire the obviously expensive aircraft.

In reality, Morris owned an even more costly custom-modified aircraft.

Yet he'd never attracted this much attention before.

Perhaps it was because the amazement shining in the male Zerg's eyes was simply too dazzling.

His joy was so infectious that Morris couldn't help smiling along with him.

The aircraft door lifted open automatically.

Morris placed a hand over his chest in a formal gesture of invitation and welcomed the male Zerg aboard.

Roy floated inside in a daze.

From the outside, he hadn't realized it.

Only after entering did he discover how enormous the interior actually was.

There were sofas, a coffee table, a bar...

Everything one could ask for.

There were even several additional rooms.

It was obvious that spatial expansion technology had been used.

Roy looked around.

The more he saw, the more stunned he became.

Covering his face in disbelief, he exclaimed,

"Your aircraft has a three-bedroom apartment inside?!"

It was bigger than his own home.

As for comfort...

There wasn't even anything worth comparing.

Seeing how much Roy liked it, Morris felt genuinely happy.

Without hesitation, he said,

"I'll give it to you."

Roy: "??!"】