053: [Authority of the God of Black Mist 1/20], 200 gold coins

[Authority of the God of Black Mist 1/20], with no description provided, just this single, simple sentence, followed by a direct price tag of 200 gold coins.

Question: Is this thing really worth that much money?

Anyone else probably would have been scared out of their wits, but Lee Tea’s answer came down to a single word: Worth it.

The origin of this item was very simple—it was the [Corruption] that Lee Tea had sold to the system.

Originally, Lee Tea had no intention of buying back these corrupt energies originating from the evil gods once he sold them.

Yet today, when Lee Tea opened the trading system once more, [Susan’s Corruption], [Lee Tea’s Corruption], [Mary’s Corruption], and so on, had all vanished.

They seemed to have undergone some kind of fusion and evolution by the system, evolving into the Authority of the God of Black Mist.

That said, the deity worshipped by the Black Mist Church was an evil god.

Lee Tea was a decent man and would definitely never fancy any evil god.

However, what he saw was neither the whispers of an evil god nor the gift of an evil god, but rather the Authority of the God of Black Mist.

The God of Black Mist, an authority—in other words, divine authority, the absolute pinnacle thing standing above the world!

Even if Lee Tea ultimately acquired nothing more than the authority of a lavatory, he could still self-proclaim the title of the Lavatory God of War and be invincible in any restroom.

Therefore, the moment he saw those words clearly, he felt nothing but sheer ecstasy.

The next question:

Was it reasonable for those corrupt forces of pollution to fuse into a divine authority?

If one viewed the evil god's corruption as the power of an evil god, and Lee Tea had sold enough of it, then its fusion into a full authority made complete sense.

Besides, Lee Tea didn't care whether it was reasonable or not. If he had enough money, he would buy it and give it a try. If there was any risk of being invaded by an evil god, he would simply sell it back to the system.

At worst, it would just cost him a little over a hundred gold coins as tuition fees.

With Doctor Lee sitting atop a gold mine labeled "Milf Hunter" and "Miracle Doctor of Andrology," would he really fail to pay back this sum within a year or half a year?

At this thought, Doctor Lee broke into a smile.

Yet, upon further reflection on this mission, the reward given by MI6 didn't contain a single penny.

"Damn it, as expected, if you want to make big money, you shouldn't work a regular job."

Doctor Lee opened the front doors of the Charlie Clinic and stood outside for a moment.

He wanted to convey a message to all the residents of Saint-Anne City: [Doctor Lee is back, hurry over and shower me with your money!]

...

"Clang-ling-ling!"...

Perhaps having heard Lee Tea’s call, the Charlie Psychological Clinic soon welcomed a visitor.

The first guest—not entirely a guest, strictly speaking, yet she held the number one spot for spending at the Charlie Clinic.

Susan, the only daughter of the Kevin family, walked in with a hint of skepticism.

To be honest, she hadn't been having a good time these past few days.

Because ever since Lee Tea told her he was going to contain that evil wooden carving, the Charlie Clinic had remained in a state of being closed.

Susan had not forgotten that if Lee Tea failed to return within three days, the Kevin family would have to bear the responsibility for the matter.

Susan had grown up and matured.

Or rather, she had gained a more profound understanding of this world.

Without her family, Susan was nothing.

Her money came from her family.

Her meager martial prowess could only be considered trash among trash on the Loren Continent, where dragons were rumored to exist.

Her wisdom... Heh, if Susan were truly a wise person, she wouldn't have been so thoroughly wrapped around Lee Tea's finger.

Therefore,

when she saw Doctor Lee sitting there drinking tea and reading the newspaper, she couldn't help herself and burst into tears.

Seeing her, Lee Tea decisively called a halt.

"I'm alive and well, what's with the crying? Hurry up and go change your clothes, get ready to welcome guests."

Doctor Lee was right. A dozen minutes later, the adventurer Mark, who had already paid his registration fee, appeared in the clinic.

He first apologized to Doctor Lee, saying he hadn't meant to rush him, just that he happened to be passing by and dropped in to take a look.

Seeing this, Lee Tea thought to himself: Since you're already here, stop just looking and hurry up and pay the balance.

Conversation, hypnosis, and treatment took a total of one hour and ten minutes.

Susan, the beautiful blonde nurse, handed Doctor Lee a towel to wipe away his sweat.

Lee Tea said, "He'll wake up in a few minutes. I'm going to rest for a bit. If there are any more guests, come upstairs and call me."

Nurse Susan: "Understood, Doctor."

There was no mention of the remaining balance for the treatment fee here.

At the Charlie Clinic, one usually didn't need to worry about such things.

Firstly, Lee Tea possessed absolute confidence in his "medical skills."

Secondly, there was that confidentiality agreement.

The confidentiality agreement stated clearly that if the clinic leaked a client's information to the outside world, the fees collected would be refunded tenfold.

And the good reputation of the Charlie Psychological Clinic would be ruined along with it.

Conversely, however, if a client tried to skip out on the bill, Lee Tea could make their reputation go to ruin.

Afterward, Doctor Lee could make that client strong and happy, and everything he gave out could be fully taken back just as easily.

......

Going upstairs and lying down on the bed,

Lee Tea pressed his forearm against his forehead.

"I added a bit too many attribute points this morning; I should have taken a breather before opening the clinic."

On this dungeon trip, Lee Tea had advanced four levels in a row.

Upon returning, he had only slept for a single night. Although no experience points were added, his various attributes had surged significantly once more.

That being the case, he ought to take a proper rest this weekend.

Yet the divine authority was simply too alluring.

Going back a week, Lee Tea might have still leaned more toward playing it safe.

Now,

he knew that on the Loren Continent, level did not represent everything.

Mary, at level 18, cutting down teammates ten levels higher than her like chopping vegetables.

And then there were rune masters and rune knights; Freya leading her rune knight order could single-handedly conquer a baron's fief.

This gave Lee Tea, who had just adapted to his new life and scored a minor victory, a renewed sense of crisis.

A sense of crisis belonging to an outsider.

Suddenly,

someone knocked on the door of the second-floor bedroom, and Nurse Susan, having sent the guest away, walked lightly in her small leather shoes.

"Doctor, are you alright?" Susan asked with concern.

Lee Tea waved his hand, signaling that he was fine.

"Mr. Mark settled the remaining balance. Four silver coins."

Lee Tea: "Good, thank you, Susan."

The topic of work ended right there.

The aristocrat maiden in the angel-like white uniform took a few more steps forward, stretched out her hands, and said softly, "Doctor, let me massage your shoulders."

Lee Tea neither objected nor agreed.

He could not see the girl's expression and did not know whether she was holding a murderous dagger in her hands.

However... what finally touched Lee Tea's head were a few soft and warm fingers.

To provide good service, Susan seemed to have applied a bit of magic as well.

Lee Tea: "Want to ask about the Saint's Relic, right?"

Susan's movements paused.

Lee Tea said, "It has already been contained in MI6. You no longer need to worry about this evil object causing harm to you or your family."

Susan's breathing grew slightly rapid: "Th-Thank you, Doctor."

Lee Tea waved a hand: "You don't need to thank me. I also gained two and a half levels from this incident, and my current position is basically on par with the commander of the Saint-Anne Knights."

The commander of the Saint-Anne Knights...

Susan had seen him. He was a middle-aged man with ordinary looks but an exceptionally robust physique.

The commander uncle had a good relationship with the Kevin family.

Her father was very polite to him.

The reason was also quite simple: this man held the military power of Saint-Anne City.