I Am A Notorious Hidden Boss In The Alternate World

Chapter?357 Netherworld's Currency

"Sum Ting Wong... Got it."

Although the female draconian seemed to have opinions about Albion's name, she kept her professional etiquette.

She punched in the keys on her keyboard-like device to record the information into the permit crystal before proceeding to ask Albion several more questions, taking all his answers at face value.

After she inputted all the information into the permit crystal, she picked it up and placed it into the empty socket of another spiritual tool.

In that instant, a holographic screen appeared in front of Albion's face, displaying his information.

"Please review your information and check if everything is correct, Sir," the draconian female clerk instructed.

"Sure."

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[Resident Identity]

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

<Name: Sum Ting Wong>

<Age: 10,028 earth years>

<Occupation: Wizard>

<Cultivation: Early-stage Spirit Consolidation Realm>

<Affiliation: Netherglow City>

<Resident Status: Tier-1 Commoner>

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As Albion reviewed the information displayed on the screen, the draconian female clerk fed him additional information.

"If you are not happy with your resident status, you can pay an additional 1,000 nether coins to upgrade to Tier-2 Commoner," she said out of courtesy.

"And if I want to upgrade my status even further?" Albion asked with interest.

Once the draconian female clerk heard that, her eyes immediately flickered with a hint of greed as if she had just spotted a Mister Moneybag.

She became even more eager to serve him.

"Sir, if you want to upgrade to Tier-3 Commoner, it'll cost an additional 10,000 nether coins," said the draconian female while studying his facial expression.

Seeing no change to his calm expression, she continued to inform him, "An upgrade to Tier-4 Commoner costs an additional 25,000 nether coins, while an upgrade to Tier-5 Commoner costs an additional 50,000 nether coins."

"Unfortunately, Sir, Tier-5 Commoner is the highest any commoner can apply for. To apply for Tier-1 Baron, you will need 100,000 nether coins and a referral letter from a Tier-2 Baron or above or direct conferment from the Lord of Netherglow City himself."

The draconian female clerk explained eagerly and patiently while Albion retained a calm expression throughout the process.

Not even the mention of 100,000 nether coins was enough to make him flinch.

'Rich! This dark elf is super-rich! Should I ask if he is free after this? Ah, but what if he is already taken? No, it should be fine, right? It should be fine. What would our child look like? A draconian elf? An elvish dragon?'

"So... What does a nether coin look like?"

While the draconian female clerk was getting lost in her own imagination, Albion's abrupt question popped her dream, bringing her back to reality.

Then, her countenance turned a shade colder when she looked at him.

How can any nether spirit not know how a nether coin looks? Obviously, a pleb who had never seen nether coins in his entire life.

"Hah... I wasted my time and energy on a hobo..." the draconian female clerk sighed with disappointment.

There were only two possibilities why a person would come to her for a permit registration he could not afford; the first is to mess with her, while the second is to earn a quick trip to jail.

"Do you even have 100 nether coins to pay the permit registration?" the draconian female clerk coldly asked.

She was prepared to call the guards at any moment with a single press of a button.

"How can I pay if I don't know what to pay with?" Albion shrugged nonchalantly, unbothered by the clerk's change of attitude. "Why don't you describe how nether coins look? I could be unexpectedly super-rich, you know?"

"Kek," the draconian female clerk snickered with disdain.

How can a person not know whether he is rich or not? That person would either be a fool who genuinely doesn't know or a fool trying to fool others.

The draconian female clerk's impression of the dark elf in front of her plummeted even further.

Nevertheless, the dark elf was her first client in a while.

Although it was unfortunate that such a handsome face was wasted on a poor crook, she could afford to mess with him a bit before calling the guards over to take him away.

"Open your eyes and take a look; this is how a nether coin looks!"

The draconian female clerk took out a metallic red coin from her purse and displayed it in front of Albion's eyes.

There was a specific level of nether energy concentration contained within it.

"Seen enough?" the female clerk spouted.

However, Albion nodded with a look of understanding after finally figuring out what nether coins were made of; Netherite, a grade-4 material.

There were lots of sh*ts from the Netherworld Realm stored in the Ashura Ring, but not a single item from the Netherworld Realm took the form of a coin--or any coin for that matter.

But while there aren't any nether coins in the Ashura Ring, there were a lot of Netherite lumps and ingots.

The Dark Emperor used them for forging grade-4 equipment and weapons.

Just as the draconian female clerk prepared to press the alarm button and call the guards over, Albion took out a lump of Netherite and calmly asked, "Do you accept unprocessed Netherites as payments?"

The female clerk immediately froze with her eyes fixed hard on the lump of Netherite, which was the size of a full-grown watermelon, resting on his hand.

"S-such a big lump of Netherite!" the draconian female clerk exclaimed with shock.

The lump of Netherite could be processed in a few hundred nether coins, which shouldn't be enough to shock.

However, that only applied to low-grade nether coins.

The thick concentration of nether energy she could sense from the dark elf's lump of Netherite was definitely above the mid-grade!

A lump of high-grade Netherite!

If a hundred low-grade nether coins was worth one mid-grade nether coin, then a hundred mid-grade nether coins were worth one high-grade nether coin!

In other words, Albion's high-grade Netherite was worth at least 300,000 low-grade nether coins!

"Well? Do you? Or do you not?" Albion pressed while the female clerk was still stunned.

"I-I'm sorry, Sir. I don't have the authority to make this kind of decision. Please let me call my manager," the draconian female clerk replied with a respectful attitude once more.

She was humbled by Albion's unexpected wealth.

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