Chapter 637: Chapter 631: Almost Fainted

“How ridiculously extravagant this is!” Emily’s room-mate exclaimed, astonished and with her mouth wide open.

“So, how much in total?” Finn Lewis asked without waiting for an answer.

Although there are many types of clothing materials throughout the federation, it is no different than on Earth where the raw materials for these clothes are naturally quite cheap. The price a general supplier can offer and what a luxury merchant can fetch are two completely different stories.

And for clothing, it’s not just for the rich, commoners wear clothes too, so the raw materials aren’t going to be too expensive. Even the best of materials would only cost a bit more, but there’s a limit to how expensive it can get.

“Just give me 30,000 star credits.” Emily said somewhat sheepishly. As for the girl beside her, she almost cried out, “My god, you’re such a crook!”.

Nonetheless, she held back her words, eyes wide open, waiting to see how Finn would react. Naturally, Finn had no special reaction. He simply responded, “No problem. But, you’ll cover the shipping costs, right?”

With a slightly mischievous smile, Finn agreed to the proposed amount without any hesitation. Given how easy money comes by for him, he’s not bothered. However, that doesn’t mean he’s unaware of the true value of these items. Emily is clearly trying to rip him off. But since she claimed delivery throughout the entire galaxy, he wouldn’t leave this star system.

“Ah, no need for that. We will handle the delivery costs,” Emily backed down a little, slightly embarrassed. Finn never objected, from start to finish, he took her word on the price.

“Well then, since that’s settled,” Finn replied with a broad smile.

“Ok, I will begin designing your clothes, Mr. Lewis, if you could please make the payment,” Emily hurriedly piped up.

Immediately, Finn transferred 30,000 star credits to her account. As soon as he made the transaction, an alert rang in Emily’s room, notifying her of the payment.

“He transferred the money already?” Emily’s roommate almost dropped her jaw in shock. “Is he nuts? These are star credits we’re talking about!”

“Heh heh, of course he did. This is my first business deal, and I must say, it’s pretty easy-going,” Emily chuckled a bit, having received the money, the rest seemed much easier.

“Where are you located? Once your clothes are ready, they’ll be delivered immediately, without inconveniencing your participation in the auction,” Emily quickly asked.

“Oh, I live in the Blackwater Sect Hotel’s supreme luxurious suite located beneath the Death Star in the Death Nest. Just have them delivered there, someone will bring it to me,” Finn replied nonchalantly.

“SPLUT!” The girl sharing the bed with Emily suddenly burst into laughter. Emily, on the other hand, was dumbfounded.

“HAHA! You’ve struck it rich this time! The Death Nest? Hahaha, I may not know where it is, but I bet you know, I can’t believe your first client is from the infamous Death Nest!” She just couldn’t hold back her laughter. Emily’s first customer was known throughout the entire federation – The Death Nest.

Everyone knows what kind of place that is, a haven for all kinds of scum, like criminals, fraudsters, murderers, pirates etc. Do you think any delivery company would go there? Of course not. In fact, most people don’t even know where the Death Nest is.

“Why are you taking so much pleasure in this? Humph! The Death Nest? I refuse to believe I can’t deliver there. If I’ve made a commitment, I should stick to it!” Emily plucked up her courage and responded proudly.

“So, how do you plan on delivering there, sis?” The roommate asked, unable to hold back any longer, “You’re not going to get your brother to help, right?”

“Absolutely not. Besides, he probably doesn’t even know where that place is,” Emily huffed, answering quickly, “I have my means.”

“No problem, sir. I can get it to you at any location within two days,” Emily hurriedly responded to Finn, before adding, “Come on, get up and help me. It’s not easy to design these clothes,” she then pulled her roommate out of the bed.

Finn Lewis laughed at her response; he was curious to see how she intended to deliver the goods. Although the Death Nest has access to the federation’s network, establishing contact with other star regions in the federation was difficult because this Death Nest happened to be on the inspectorate’s watchlist, forbidding any trade transactions.

So, even though there are many people here, establishing contact with the federation isn’t easy. Of course, what’s forbidden is only nominally so – nothing is absolute in this world. Some ships can still reach here. Despite the inspectorate’s ban, they turn a blind eye because of their limited resources and inability to monitor on a large scale.

As long as there isn’t massive, overt activity, it’s fine. What Finn Lewis didn’t know, however, is that a contract that shook the entire mercenary world was posted on a famous mercenary website. Although this website, known as the Mercenary Association, was very organized, it also held a great deal of clout.

This place is an ideal channel for mercenary groups and mercenaries. All sorts of missions can be found here, but a mission like this had never appeared before — a 5000 star credits job, not a small figure, but not a large one either, especially for those large mercenary groups, it was a small amount.

But it was still star credits! You had to consider the task not only in terms of the price, but also the profit margin and difficulty of completion. Would you hire a band of mercenaries for such a task?

“Hire a mercenary group, with a timeframe until noon tomorrow, to deliver a piece of clothing to the address listed in the Death Nest.” This was the entire content of the contract. Everyone was flabbergasted. “What could be so valuable about a piece of clothing?” they wondered. “Is it an antique?”

Upon reading the detailed instructions for the task, and finding out the inside story, everyone was staggered. “The gap between people in this world… it’s just so huge, isn’t it?” they exclaimed. This task was commissioned by someone from the Death Star who had ordered a piece of clothing online, and now required its delivery.