The few scraps of gold Iris gave the village chief were actually worth more than the pile of old stuff the villagers didn't need anymore that Michael and Leo brought back before.
This place is a remote area, so the people's inco is very low if converted to money. But the cost of living is also low accordingly. Those few scraps of gold could buy a whole lot of food.
Even Michael, who originally didn't like her at all, couldn't help but nod at this reward-handling move of hers.
This is probably what they call natural talent. Anyway, he didn't think dragons needed to reward anything. That bunch of muscle-brains getting to go cause trouble is the biggest reward for them.
"Where's the certificate? Without the paper, if I want to go hang out at so elentary academies, it's quite a pain. Anyway, I don't like always throwing my weight around to make people change the rules."
Iris said to the knight in a tone that was proper yet mixed with a bit of nobility. As if she was the type of noble who was extrely just and law-abiding.
Of course, the knight didn't really believe that. She was leading around two slaves, and had beaten a guy so badly. How could she be a kind person?
Michael believed it even less. Since when was Iris soone who liked to argue with reason? In his opinion, she only bothered with reason when she wasn't strong enough. If she still had the strength of a god, even if she t the emperor, she'd dare to make him kneel.
"Yes, Miss. I will prepare full certificates for you and your subordinates."
He originally intended to use the word "slaves", but thinking again, in the future they'd likely have much more power than him.
Even if their status was nothing much, if they ca looking to beat him up, he wouldn't have any way to sue. After all, in The Great Sun Temple, he was only in the lowest, closest tier.
He took three sheets of paper from his bag. The paper quality was pretty good, this wasn't sothing common folk could easily buy.
Of course, it wasn't because The Great Sun Temple loved the poor. Not everyone was issued a certificate, only people with a talent of one star or above could get one.
This certificate, when brought to an academy to apply for admission, affects the reputation and face of The Great Sun Temple, so it couldn't be done carelessly.
"What is your na, Miss? And what did you sign a contract with? You don't need to state your surna."
Iris glanced at the content written on the paper and was a bit surprised. Anyway, at Raphael's place there wasn't a single letter, so since becoming human until now, she had never seen written text.
This writing wasn't any different from tens of thousands of years ago. This was also the type of writing any god knew. Maybe Sun God and Sea God back then popularized it throughout all of humanity, so no one made any more edits.
Michael also glanced at it and was surprised to find that he knew it too. For the past six years, he hadn't studied any letters, but now he also knew how to write.
Actually, from the mont he saw the spoken language was the sa, he had already guessed part of it. He just didn't expect it to be identical, with nothing wrong.
Leo wasn't too surprised. He didn't think fate would throw him into so place to do great things while he was illiterate.
What he knew wasn't a whole lot, but the basics were still usable. If it was about writing essays or poems, he hadn't studied those, so he didn't know.
"Iris. Dragon..."
She intended to say Dragon God but stopped in ti for a beat, which made the knight also freeze for a mont. Clearly, he felt she was about to say sothing but then didn't anymore.
"Just the word 'Dragon'? I know there are many people who sign contracts with powerful dragons that have their own distinct nas. Could it be the dragon that signed a contract with you doesn't have one?"
"I signed a contract with a 'normal' dragon, so where would I get a more special title from? Do you think every dragon is the sa? I just have a five-star talent.
If soone else has an eight-star talent, how can it be compared? I originally intended to make up so cool na, but I think as a person, it's better to be honest."
She made up so random, nonsense reason to get past this matter. But it wasn't really making things up, because only the strong among dragons think of giving themselves nicknas.
Her reasoning coincidentally matched the knight's understanding and way of thinking. There were so many dragons in the world. If each one had a completely unique title, that would be the real strange thing.
"Apologies, it was rude of ."
The knight bowed his head in apology and then moved his gaze towards Michael. He didn't say anything, only used his eyes to signal.
This action made the veins on Michael's forehead bulge. If he couldn't beat him, he really wanted to 'teach' this knight a lesson.
"Michael. Master Chef."
???
The knight was stunned. How could that fierce image be a chef? Calling him a demon would sound much more reasonable.
"Are you sure?"
"Am I ssing with you for nothing? Isn't that killing intent from butchering a lot of livestock? Wouldn't six arms cook faster?"
A series of rapid-fire questions left the knight with no way to argue. Although a bit strange, it wasn't unreasonable. Anyway, in this world, the contractor profession is the one that encounters the strangest things.
Accuracy actually wasn't that important. When they got to the academy, the teachers there would verify it themselves. He just needed to honestly record it.
"Your turn."
"Leo. Big Panda."
Among the three, the knight finally saw a slightly more 'normal' case. Calling a big panda—that wasn't a problem either.
The na was a bit casual, but pandas are rare animals, while dragons are legendary creatures thought to be extinct. The knight's way of thinking about them was naturally completely different.
"Here is your certificate, Miss."
After stamping them, the knight handed all three sheets of paper to Iris. Of course, no idiot would hand these things to slaves in front of their master.
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