"What's the clue?" Orson narrowed his eyes.
The golden dragon before him was nothing like the bloodthirsty Soros. Quarla had a scruffy, cunning look, with a subtle air of wisdom—exactly how you'd imagine a thief boss might look.
"It's… a little wild," Madman frowned, staring at the quest details, his expression turning more and more bizarre. "Damn, it wants me to hatch at least two Golden Dragon eggs."
He looked absolutely scandalized. "What am I, some kind of mother hen? The cost to hatch them is twenty times that of lower-tier dragon eggs! We don't have that kind of money!"
"It's the only way to unlock the SS-rank class Master Thief God, and claim the entire Golden Dragon hoard," Madman added, glancing pleadingly at Orson.
Orson didn't respond. He knew what Madman was thinking.
The lure of an SS-rank class was obvious, but the guild's current broke-as-hell state made it awkward.
