The old man's words came out as if they were no big deal.
He showed no sign of worry that Matthew might blow up over the outrageous cost.
Matthew simply nodded with a smile. "That's perfectly reasonable. I think the fee makes sense."
Money had never meant much to Matthew.
If he had to put it into words: I don't like money.
He didn't touch it. To him, money was just a string of numbers.
And if he wanted, there were countless billionaires—even those ranked among the world's wealthiest—who would line up to hand him their fortunes.
"This ship of yours qualifies as a heavy war vessel. Standard docking fee is 300,000 Dornia Emeralds. Given its questionable background, we're doubling that for protection—so, 600,000. Add in additional handling and security charges, and the total comes to one million Dornia Emeralds. Here's the bill."
The old man pulled out a small notebook from his pocket, scribbled a few lines, and handed it over to Matthew.
Matthew glanced at the short list:
Docking fee: 300,000
Questionable origin surcharge: 600,000
Personal supervision by the old man himself: 400,000
Most people would have exploded by the third line.
Four hundred grand just so some wrinkled old guy could "keep an eye on it"? One would think it was guarded by royalty or something—no one was worth that much just to stand watch.
But Matthew didn't show the slightest objection. Without hesitation, he pulled a card from his coat.

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