Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons novel Chapter 712

Chapter 712: Chapter 712 - Taming the Fifth Year - Millions

"Everything is identical," he murmured with growing astonishment, glasses slipping down his nose as he bent over the samples. "Same quality, same age, same processing... No variation."

The young apprentice started examining the remaining backpacks, his expression transforming from that anticipated dread to pure relief.

"There aren’t ’different elemental types looking the same’ here like you warned me about," he reported with a voice rising in pitch from excitement, the joy of someone discovering their first day wouldn’t be the hell he’d been promised. "No different parts from different beasts, no mixed ages. Everything, absolutely everything, is first-quality weaver silk."

The three evaluators looked at each other.

Understanding passing between them. The kind of understanding that came from shared professional experience, from knowing exactly what they’d been saved from.

Then, simultaneously, they smiled.

Real smiles... Genuine relief and satisfaction mixing into expressions that suggested Ren Patinder might have just become their favorite student for entirely unexpected reasons.

"You magnificent bastard," the gray-bearded one said with good feeling. "You actually found a mountain of the one material that’s the most expensive possible in the rank limits."

"Do you know what this means, Patinder?" the gray-bearded one asked, his tone completely different now... Not the resigned suffering of before. "Apart from a general review to ensure consistent quality in each backpack, this won’t be nearly as much work as we thought. We can process this in a fraction of the usual time."

For evaluators who’d built their careers around the nightmare logistics of mixed-material deliveries... Uniform product meant uniform evaluation.

What should have taken days would take hours. What should have required rotating shifts and emergency staffing would be handled by their regular team.

Ren Patinder had somehow turned their professional hell into a best-case scenario.

"Good to hear," Ren responded with the casual tone he always subconsistently copied from his father.

The middle-aged one was already making mental calculations, his fingers moving over an abacus with speed. Impressive speed, even if not quite Theodore speed...

Click-click-click of beads sliding along wires, the rhythm of expertise translating quality into concrete numbers.

"Weaver silk, optimal quality, perfect age, from the best parts of the Silver 3 ring..." His voice took on the particular cadence of someone reciting market data memorized through years of professional necessity.

"We’re talking about the only Silver rank material valued in the market at a price comparable to or greater than many Gold-rank materials... approximately ten thousand crystals per roll, one hundred per backpack. Maybe twenty million for everything if the complete review confirms this quality throughout all the cargo."

The numbers hung in the air...

Twenty million crystals.

Ren’s team, which had been waiting in silence, exploded into exclamations.

"One hundred thousand?" one of them repeated, incredulous, the number so large it didn’t feel real. "Per backpack?"

His voice cracked slightly on the last word. Composure shattering against the reality of wealth beyond anything he’d imagined earning as a student.

"And we’re carrying sixty-five of the two hundred," another calculated rapidly, mental math racing ahead of shock. "That’s..."

"More than six million crystals that Ren practically gifted us," the girl completed, her voice barely a reverent whisper. "Among the four of us and just for the first trip..."

The words felt impossible. Six million crystals divided four ways. One and a half million each.

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