Chapter 150: Old Coins

"The... money?" Octer asked a bit surprised, and Oharis let out a loud laugh, "Of course, the money! What, did you think that I was going to take time out of my busy schedule to teach you for free? Just because a friend asked me to do him a favor?"

Octer nervously turned his head toward Foster, who was already standing in front of the minotaur. He took on the regular stature that he did when trying to intimidate someone, simply out of instinct. Foster was generally quite tall, so he was able to tower over most people back then when he needed to, and even in the few cases where he couldn't, he would be able to seem more confident. But in front of someone like Oharis, there was no way Foster looked like anything but a child trying to stand up to an adult.

The bull's nostrils flared as he practically held back a laugh, and Foster locked eyes with him, "What's your hourly?"