I Became the Moon Goddess' Apostle in a Dark Fantasy-Chapter 59: Allowance Day

It was finally October in this world, and winter was fast approaching.

Fresh vegetables that the Silver Pike Mercenary Corps had seen on their way to Chemin had finally hit the market.

And currently, Raven was buying some of these fresh harvests from the market.

The team had returned to Orient City just this morning, after they had finished the reports, and wrapped everything up in the Chemin village.

There was no major event on the journey back.

Carroll seemed to be going back to her usual self slowly, as she accepted her situation and her guilt lessened.

Zuri’s consoling definitely helped, and even Pevon helped.

He felt somewhat guilty of this, since it was his task to begin with.

Raven, however, felt this was a necessary step they had to take, since they all would face a day when they had to kill a human being.

That was essentially the core of their job.

Presently, he roamed around the market and slowly entered the meat market after getting his veggies done.

Raven was a big fan of cooking for himself, so he was in the market to pick some fine meat and vegetables to treat himself.

’Spices have to exist somewhere in this world,’ He felt their absence was devastating.

Just salt and herbs weren’t cutting it anymore.

But he was still confident in his skills to make creative workarounds for this.

And the answer was... butter and cheese.

What separates a mediocre chef from a great chef is the tendency to use them in abundance.

’A great chef is the one who doesn’t shy away from using butter.’

One of his personal quotes.

His metabolism didn’t allow him to get fat anyway.

"How much for a kilo of this beef?" He pointed towards a pile of flank cut sitting atop.

"20 Sens, mister," The chubby butcher answered.

His voice was enthusiastic.

"20 Sens?" He exclaimed, "For the flank?"

"It’s what the market agrees on, mister." He replied boldly. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

But Raven wasn’t having any of that.

"No, no, no!" He shook his head, distancing himself from the shop, "20 Sens is crazy."

"But-"

"Nah, I am going to the shop next to you." He left the shop immediately, hoping for a better price.

"Acting like it’s a tenderloin." He muttered under his breath.

After that, he went to another butcher’s place, and this time, it was finally a fair price.

"16 Sens, mister." The new butcher replied, "For a kilo."

"Finally!" Raven exclaimed. "Get me half a kilo of the flank."

"Coming right up," He said, as he cut a piece off the bigger chunk and balanced it against a measuring weight.

A few seconds later, he received his meat, which he paid for, and walked away.

"Meat, done. Herbs, vegetables, done."

Hmm!

Now, all that was left was reporting about their missions to their direct superior.

And after that... sleep.

’Man, I can’t wait.’

...

"And, the report is complete as well," A tall and lanky man behind a table inside a simple office room spoke.

The man was one of the few High Inquisitors assigned to the Arbiters of this city.

The Grand Inquisitor wasn’t free enough for this.

"Good!" He said, keeping the records in his drawer. "You can leave for now, and would be summoned a few days later again for your next mission."

"All that effort for a single ’good’," Pevon grumbled, walking outside with the rest of the team.

"Well, that’s our job," Janet spoke, seeming a lot closer than usual.

’It is only a matter of time now.’ Raven chuckled internally.

"Well, guys, I should head off," He announced, and his voice hurried, "I have some place to be right now."

He waved them off and hastily climbed onto his horse and rode away.

"Geez, what is that hurry for?" Carroll, who was slowly getting more familiar with her team, asked.

"Oh, you don’t know?" Pevon replied, his voice containing a hint of sarcasm.

"Know what?" She asked, her eyes shining.

"It’s his payday," He answered, confusing them.

"We didn’t receive anything, though?" The confusion was resonating amongst everyone there.

"Not the Church’s payment," Pevon said, remembering the first time he heard about this as well, "His allowance from his family."

"Oh!" They understood the hurry now.

Even they were elated during this.

"Apparently, he gets his allowance every two weeks," Pevon revealed yet another fact.

"That reminds me, isn’t his family very rich?" Zuri asked, now curious too. "How much does he get?"

Pevon shrugged, "I don’t know the exact amount, but..."

"Apparently enough to spend 800 Sols on horses at a whim."

He mumbled, only loud enough for everyone to barely get it.

Silence.

The hallway got silent.

"Something about this tells me that he might be getting more than your average baron," Janet mumbled, equally appalled.

"It’s crazy that the sentence is not even that far-fetched."

Uuhh!

Janet felt chilly all of a sudden.

Zuri was also equally taken aback, as she thought back to the first day of their journey.

No wonder he was like that.

’Shit, even I would be such a splurger if I had that much money to spare each month.’

His actions made a lot more sense now.

But still, she was glad he could help him, even a little bit.

...

Knock! Knock!

Raven lightly knocked on a dark oak door, waiting patiently outside, with a glow in his eyes.

"Is that you, Raven?" A young voice echoed from inside.

"Yes, Bishop," He replied, his voice brighter than usual.

"Come in," He said, and Raven entered the room.

It wasn’t the most opulent one he had seen, but it was certainly very cozy.

Soft cushioned chairs, comfortable carpets, and even a makeshift bean bag in the corner.

"Good evening, Bishop," He said, "How is it going for you?"

It was the Bishop who was not only appointed directly under Cardinal Eve, but also one of her biggest admirers.

"Good, but," The Bishop was a rather young man in his early 30s and had a charismatic smile on his face, "No need for all this buttering up. I know what you are here for."

"Heh!" He tittered, "You know me too well, your grace."

"Anyways, there’s something else for you this time, too."

Hmm?