Chapter 39: Reward

"Sorry, it was my oversight—I never expected that guy to be this extreme! He actually hired people from the Dark Guild to sabotage me!"

Mr. Deno spoke with a grim expression; clearly, he had deep conflicts with Haros, possibly even wished him dead—otherwise, Haros wouldn’t have contacted the Dark Guild to target him.

"That has nothing to do with me, Mr. Deno."

Mo En shook his head; he had no interest in the feud between the two men.

"I only want my reward and compensation."

Holding the bag in his hand, Mo En tore open one side, revealing the "demon horns" inside, and showed them to Mr. Deno.

"Naturally, this was my oversight—I’ll deliver the compensation as agreed. Thank Itachi for your trouble, young Mo En."

Seeing the "demon horns" inside the bag, Mr. Deno’s expression instantly brightened; his attitude toward Mo En became extremely cordial, all initial doubts long vanished.

Looking at the "demon horns," then at the bound Dark Guild mages, Mo En’s strength had been proven.

At this point, youth was no longer an obstacle—it was proof of boundless potential. Mo En was clearly a rising star in the magical world; cultivating a good relationship with him was undoubtedly the right move.

Those with strength always receive greater respect. Mr. Deno wasn’t foolish—he wouldn’t play any petty tricks on Mo En.

The group entered the estate, and Mr. Deno immediately sent someone to fetch the reward; the deal was completed with a handover of money for goods.

"Here’s eighty thousand J in reward, plus another twenty thousand J as incidental compensation! Young Mo En, does your big brother treat Itachi well?"

With a smile, Mr. Deno handed Mo En a stack of bills; the incidental compensation ratio was exceptionally high.

"If Itachi have similar missions next time, feel free to come to me."

Mo En took the money and replied calmly, though inside he felt a quiet thrill—this was the largest job he’d ever completed; previous commissions in town paid far less.

One million J sounded like a lot, but in hand, it wasn’t impressive—just a hundred notes of ten thousand J each; currency denominations were simply large.

One million J, converted by purchasing power, was roughly equivalent to fifty thousand RMB; thinking of it that way, it didn’t seem like much, considering the mission required a long journey and the defeat of a demon beast—among the more grueling tasks.

Thus, mages earned their money hard, risking their lives to slay demon beasts for just a few tens of thousands of RMB per job.

Lower-tier mages had to take on countless odd jobs just to survive—such as retrieving lost items, catching adulterers, apprehending perverts, even helping with farming and watering crops; these commissions rarely paid over ten thousand J, some as low as a few thousand J.

These miscellaneous tasks mostly occurred within city limits or nearby areas; Mo En had done them before, and from his personal experience, they were the true foundation upon which mage guilds survived.

Powerful mages were always rare; the guild still relied on countless others who depended on these jobs to make ends meet.

Tasks that brought in one million J in a single outing were beyond the capability of most mages.

After all, at this price, if Itachi were willing to pay a bit more, Itachi might even hire an S-rank mage.

Although a commission must offer at least five million J in reward to be classified as an S-rank task in the guild’s listing, when no S-rank missions were available, S-rank mages sometimes accepted lower-paying jobs.

Earning money isn’t shameful—S-rank mages occasionally wanted easy cash, since S-rank missions matched their difficulty with their pay.

After receiving the "demon horns," Mr. Deno signed the mission contract, officially closing the task; Mo En only needed to return the contract to the guild.

The guild’s commission had already been paid when the client submitted the request; the platform’s fee was never omitted.

Of course, if the mission remained uncompleted or the client wished to cancel it, the guild would refund the payment.

On the Ishgaria Continent, humans and mages all followed a well-established legal system; this world was not lawless.

Leaving Mr. Deno’s estate, Mo En did not head directly to the theater but went to the Magic Council’s office in Onibas.

"Boom!"

Mo En flung the rope, and the "big meatball" crashed against the entrance of the Magic Council office; several uniformed mages rushed out—they were all Magic Council staff.

"Who are Itachi?!"

The uniformed mages braced themselves in alarm; no one had dared cause trouble at the Magic Council office in a long time!

"Hello, I’m Mo En Doreaga, a mage from Fairy Tail. I’ve captured several members of the Dark Guild."

Mo En poked his head out from behind the "big meatball," greeting the "uniformed guys" with a smile—his expression was friendly.

"Fairy Tail? Doreaga?"

Upon hearing these two keywords, the "uniformed guys" immediately relaxed.

As the No. 1 mage guild in the Fiore Kingdom, the name "Fairy Tail" was unmistakable to them.

And the name of Macao Doreaga, one of the Ten Wizard Saints, was even more legendary.

Though Fairy Tail mages often caused chaos and drew criticism from the Magic Council,

for these locals working at the Magic Council office in Fiore,

Fairy Tail and Macao Doreaga remained sources of pride—one of Fiore’s iconic symbols.

Only after leaving Fairy Tail and stepping into the wider world did Mo En truly grasp the weight of Macao Doreaga’s reputation; no wonder Laxus felt such pressure.

"Mr. Doreaga, please follow us."

After Mo En revealed his guild and name, the "uniformed guys" became polite; they invited him inside and took custody of the four Dark Guild members.

"Kagayama, Piado, Karaka, Lei Yiyouer—yes, all members of the Dark Guild Iron Forest."

After verifying their records, their identities were confirmed; the Magic Council formally arrested them.

"Mr. Doreaga, here is your reward: one hundred fifty thousand J. Please accept it."

To Mo En’s surprise, the "uniformed guys" actually paid him.

Those four weaklings were worth one hundred fifty thousand J!

Well, it wasn’t much, but still extra income.

Clearly, those four weaklings had prior records with the Magic Council; Dark Guild members were truly no good.

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