Mark smiled as he saw the teller's reaction after he told the teller how much gold he was depositing into his account.
"One million gold. That's how much I will be depositing into this account, miss."
The teller was shocked, understandably so, but maintained a straight face in the midst of this.
"Hahaha, sir, that's a very funny joke. Now tell me, how much will you be depositing?"
Mark was upset at the tellers' words. He wasn't joking! He really did have a million gold to deposit. He had even more than that but depositing more than a million would plant a major target on his back.
"I don't make jokes, miss. I am here to deposit one million gold into my new account. Now, can we proceed with the transaction?"
Even Kieran, who had seen the affairs of Earl Winterfall in his past, had not seen a transaction this large before.
He was shocked at Mark's words. Just what was this brat's background?
The teller sighed for a second and then began to speak.
"Then sir, if you have the gold, we will need to have it delivered to the bank due to the large quantity. Would you like me to make arrangements for this now?"
Mark laughed heartily at the tellers' suggestion.
"Miss, I can give you the gold right now. System, put a million gold on this floor at once!"
[Granted. Let me know if there is anything else I can do, esteemed VIP.]
Suddenly, a large amount of gold rained down from the ceiling and onto the floor. It was like a scene out of a movie - customers moved every which way to avoid the falling gold.
Eventually, the gold stopped falling, accumulated into an extremely large pile of gold on the floor of the bank. Customers looked at the gold, then at Mark, and gasped.
The teller and other nearby tellers fainted from shock, while very fast-paced steps could be heard trailing down from the second floor.
The bank's manager rushed downstairs and immediately saw what all the ruckus was about – he nearly fainted on the spot as well.
After all, a million gold is enough to buy an entire fiefdom, let alone deposit it at one time into a bank!
The manager rushed to greet Mark and Kieran, who were clearly the ones responsible for the pile of gold.
"By the heavens! What is all this gold doing here? Were you the one who summoned it?"
Mark nodded, with a devious smile on his face, he shook the manager's hand.
"Greetings, my name is Mark. I'm here to open an account with your bank and deposit one million gold as a starting deposit."
No surname? Ragged clothes? What background does the boy have? The manager thought deeply about this interaction, but it was true this boy had summoned the gold himself. After all, he can't dispute that.
"Haha! Of course, we can open an account for you right away. For depositing this much at our bank, we will make you a Royal VIP client. It is a status reserved only for members of royalty and those who are extremely, extremely wealthy. Will this suffice, young master Mark?"
With a smirk on his face, Mark agreed to the arrangement. The three of them headed upstairs into a private office reserved for VIP's.
"This is our Valoria Bank's VIP room, please help yourself to any of the refreshments or food here. Feel free to ask for anything you need!"
At this moment, a young female worker came into the room with a tray carrying hot tea and assorted biscuits.
"Young master, give me a moment to create your account and handle your deposit. I will be back in a moment! Please ring the bell if you need service."
Upon seeing the manager exit the room, Mark glanced at the service bell next to him and wondered how far he could stretch this so-called "service."
Ring!
The young female worker immediately entered the room.
"Esteemed customer, what can I do for you?"
Mark pointed to his clothing and frowned.
"I'm in bad shape right now, can you prepare a fine selection of clothes for me to wear? I don't want to go around looking like a kid from the slums anymore. And prepare a barber, a tailor, and a massage too."
The female worker was surprised. It wasn't every day she was asked for this kind of thing.
"Right away, young master."
About ten minutes later, the manager came back into the room.
"Hello again! I've successfully set up your account at Valoria bank. Here is your bank card. It is a Royal VIP card."
The manager handed a black and gold card that had his name on it to Mark.
Mark looked at the card and was impressed. The design of the card was flawless, a perfect representation of wealth. It was his first step into high society.
"Thank you for the card. Is there anything else you need from me?"
The manager, eager to secure a new client as prosperous as Mark, wanted to pitch some opportunities to him that would benefit the bank.
There was an iron mine the Darkheart Barony was selling for three hundred thousand gold, and he couldn't wait to have Mark buy it.
"Young master, there is a potential investment property available for purchase right now. It is an iron mine in the Darkheart territory that is wide in size and has room for potential expansion. Would you be interested in something like this?"
Mark scoffed, he was clearly not interested in a mere iron mine. He wanted to buy the whole territory!
"No thanks. Are there any territories or titles up for sale? I am not limited by the amount of gold it would cost."
The manager raised an eyebrow in surprise. It wasn't every day you saw someone wanting to purchase territory.
"Actually, the Valoria royal family recently announced that a Baron title was up for sale for ten million gold. It comes with fertile lands for farming and a small sized city along with a few towns. Would you be interested in this?"
Mark went wide-eyed as he heard how much gold it would cost. Of course, he could afford it, but it was still ten million! That could buy an infinite amount of luxury.
But he couldn't pass up on the opportunity to become a noble by simply throwing gold around. This was too good to be true!
"I accept! Make the purchase now. System, place ten million gold in this room!"
Immediately, gold began to materialize out of thin air once again. The manager was shocked at first but began to smile and laugh heartily.
"Hahaha, that's our young master Mark! I will inform the royal family the sale has been made at once. Enjoy your day, and if there is anything else the bank can do for you don't hesitate to ask!"
The manager walked out, and as this was happening the young lady walked in again with three individuals. A barber, a tailor, and a massage therapist.
"Young master, I have brought what you asked for. Which service will you be taking first?"
Mark smiled and pointed to the barber. He needed his hair cut and polished to perfection if he was going to be a noble in the future.
"Greetings young master, my name is Hayden, and I've been a barber for fifteen years now. I will take good care of you. Is there anything specific you want done?"
Mark shook his head and asked him to do the best job possible.
About twenty minutes later, the haircut was done and Mark came out looking like a million gold. The barber gave Mark a nice combed-over side part hair style, typical for young men like him.
Mark motioned to the tailor next, and the tailor came running over quickly.
"Young master, my name is Joshua and I'll be taking care of you today. I have curated an assortment of the finest silk clothing available in the market right now that I know you will enjoy. Please, allow me to take your measurements."
Mark complied with the tailor and raised his arms as he measured his waist and his shoulders.
"Young master, this fine silk tunic should fit you well. It is popular amongst members of the nobility and the wealthy. Try on these luxury leather shoes as well.
Glancing at the tunic, Mark grinned. This was exactly what he was looking for! He wanted a fine pair of clothes and to get out of these rags.
Mark quickly took a shower to rinse off any filth from the slums and proceeded to get fitted into his new clothes.
He stepped out of the bathroom and the tailor started clapping for him.
"Congratulations young master! You look incredible now, deserving of your status."
Mark was excited and looked at a mirror. He really did look like a noble now! It was as if he completely transformed in a matter of an hour.
After the tailor left, now what came next was the full-service massage. Mark had never had a massage before, so this will be sure to be an interesting experience!
The massage therapist walked forward and bowed.
"Young master, I'm here to give you your massage now. May you please lie down on the bench?"
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15 minutes later
"Ahh, that was great! I can't wait to have another one of those sometime. Thank you very much for the massage!"
The massage therapist nodded and shortly made her exit. Now it was just Kieran and Mark left in the VIP room.
"Young master, I must say, you truly look like a noble now. I'm pleased to be your personal butler and driver."
Mark nodded, and the two of them left the room and made their way downstairs.
They left the bank and got into the carriage.
"Where to, young master?"
Mark pointed to the castle that was in the distance, symbolizing the prestige of the royal family. It was time to claim his baron title and his lands!