I Am A Notorious Hidden Boss In The Alternate World

Chapter?359 Bank Incident

"Only a 100,000 low-grade nether coins bonus after what happened? Do I look like a beggar, or do you think I am a pushover?" Albion calmly asked.

His question was laced with invisible pressure, making the turtle sweat nervously.

Despite being at the Early-stage Spirit Manifestation, an entire realm above the dark elf before him, he still could not figure out how his two appraisers died to Sum Ting Wong.

The turtle manager did not doubt that Sum Ting Wong was hiding his real cultivation.

Otherwise, how was it possible for two Late-stage Spirit Consolidation lizardmen to die so quickly after launching their sneak attacks at such proximity?

"This… How about this, I'll execute my right as a Tier-2 Baron and refer you, allowing you to upgrade your status to Tier-1 Baron? But, of course, you still have to pay 100,000 low-grade nether coins for this upgrade, Sir."

"Or how about you do that but pay for me with your own coins and still give me 600,000 low-grade nether coins for this lump of high-grade Netherite," Albion revised the turtle's proposal.

"T-this…"

The turtle glanced at Albion's calm expression and sweated even more nervously.

Taking 100,000 low-grade nether coins out of his own pockets would hurt him, but it didn't seem like Sum Ting Wong would take no for an answer.

In the end, the turtle agreed for the sake of safety.

Sum Ting Wong's ability was too mysterious and unknown; it was better to accommodate the person than offend him blindly.

"Great, it's good that we can come to an agreement," Albion grinned wolfishly.

At the same time, the turtle manager felt like he had aged a few years, not expecting a fat lamb to be a hidden wolf.

As the saying went: went for wool but came home shorn.

After the turtle manager updated the additional information on Sum Ting Wong's permit crystal, he took the lump of high-grade Netherite and left to trade it in for 600,000 low-grade nether coins.

Albion only waited a few minutes before the turtle manager returned with a grade-1 interspatial ring containing his 600,000 low-grade nether coins.

"Your 600,000 low-grade nether coins are in this spiritual tool, Sir. Also, please review your information again and see if they are all correct," the turtle manager requested, placing the permit crystal into the screen-projecting spiritual tool.

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[Resident Identity]

<Reference Number: NGC-892-H20-420>

<Name: Sum Ting Wong>

<Age: 10,028 earth years>

<Occuption: Wizard>

<Cultivation: Early-stage Spirit Consolidation Realm>

<Affiliation: Netherglow City>

<Resident Stat: Tier-1 Baron>

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"Yes, there's no issue with the information," Albion calmly confirmed after accepting the grade-1 interspatial ring.

The turtle manager's lips immediately twitched when he heard his answer.

There was no way that Sum Ting Wong's cultivation was only at the Early-stage of Spirit Consolidation.

However, he could only accept it as is; he did not want to make the issue bigger.

"Sir, since you've just registered an official permit for residency, you probably haven't opened a bank account yet, right? Would you like to visit the bank across the street and secure your wealth?"

The turtle manager inquired politely.

Albion was amused by the turtle manager's suggestion and wondered what the stinky turtle was plotting this time.

He had no reason to refuse, but he still asked thoughtfully, "Why do I need to secure my wealth? Is it that common to be robbed?"

"Robbery is naturally common, but no one will dare rob a noble—but of course, that is also under the premise that the robber is aware of their target's status," the turtle manager explained.

"Nevertheless, nobles like to invest their wealth into banks because it can increase their wealth passively due to interests. Of course, there are also other benefits to letting the bank look after your wealth, but they are better at explaining it than me."

"So… What do you think, Sir?" the turtle manager asked again.

"Well, I guess it won't hurt to check it out," Albion replied.

However, he did not think for a single instant that the turtle manager, someone who used the lizardmen to gauge his ability, would genuinely help him without an ulterior motive.

After following the turtle manager to leave the permit registration building and enter the bank, they immediately skipped the queue due to their special status.

"This is just one of many perks a noble enjoy in Netherglow City," the turtle manager informed Albion before turning to the teller, "This noble person has come to register an account. Please assist him."

"Of course, Lord Donatello," the teller acknowledged, fully recognizing the turtle manager's identity.

Although Albion wasn't interested in registering a bank account, he still came forward to chat with the bank teller.

At the same time, he overheard the bank teller asking simple questions to their client, a middle-aged green orc while helping the person register in the booth beside him.

…

"First name?"

"Robin."

"And your last name?"

"Dabank."

The teller furrowed her brows at the name provided by the middle-aged green orc before looking up to ask for confirmation.

"…So, you're Robin Dabank—?"

However, the teller's expression quickly froze at a spiritual fireman pointed directly at her forehead.

"Get someone else to open up the vault and put everything they can fit into this interspatial ring! And make it quick—!"

Ring!

Before the middle-aged green orc could finish making his demand, the teller recovered her shock and rang the alarm before suppressing him from making further movements with a powerful spiritual pressure.

Evident, the bank teller was not weak, being at the Peak-stage of Spirit Consolidation, in contrast to the middle-aged green orc who was only at the Mid-stage of Spirit Refinement.

Shortly after, the security guards arrived and apprehended the green orc, stripping him of all his valuable possessions before taking him away.

…

"Sorry, you had to see something like that, Sir," Albion's teller apologized to him wryly.

"It's fine. I saw something interesting," Albion replied before joking, "That person must be from the Asiana Continent."

"…I don't get it?" the teller was confused.

"You see, in the Asiana Continent, you write your full name backward. So he ain't Robin Dabank; it'll be Dabank Robin instead…because, you know, the bank is robbing him… Get it?"

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