"This is what you did," Sir Guo said, pointing towards the pile of destroyed dummies.
"Come on, it's not that bad," Apollo sighed, shaking his head.
"Not that bad?!" Sir Guo was livid. "You cut them in half! Some of them are unrecognizable! And look at the ground! And the stage!"
The training ground guardian pointed to the damage before glaring at the beggar.
Apollo whistled nonchalantly, though his eyes glanced over the destruction. The ground had a clean cut, several meters deep, and the stage was in a similar state.
"How much?" he asked casually, crossing his arms and staring at Sir Guo.
"Each training dummy costs a thousand gold coins, and the stage..." Sir Guo trailed off, glancing at Apollo with a sneer. "I had someone check the repairs—two thousand five hundred gold coins for the stage, and a thousand gold coins for the damaged ground."
Apollo nodded, counting the dummies. "So, eighteen thousand five hundred gold coins?"