"Hey!"
"Ah?!"
Startled, Weng Ling, instead of frightening others, took a big step back, a look of surprise on her face.
"How did you find me?!" she exclaimed.
Night Three More covered his forehead and pointed to the large black hammer on her back.
"This thing is so long, and I'm not blind. By the way, can't you, a holy person, stop sneaking around every day? It really doesn't suit you!"
"I, I enjoy it! It's a way to train my combat skills!" blushed Weng Ling, changing the subject.
"Fine, as long as it makes you happy," Night Three More paused. "By the way, why did you come over after only sleeping a few hours?"
"Are you still okay to ask? A bunch of goblins making noise in the city of Loran, how can I sleep?" Weng Ling complained.
Just a few hours of sleep, first awakened by Night Three More, and then those crazy goblins; she hadn't lost her temper on the spot, considering her good temper.
Night Three More shrugged; he had overlooked this, not moving the skeletal construction worker farther away.
"But I didn't come here to argue with you; I came to bring you money."
"Money?" Night Three More was surprised.
"Didn't I tell you that someone took your three sets of armor to sell? Today is just the third day, and here they are. Let me see, they sold for..."
Weng Ling took out a small hemp bag from behind, opened it and shook it. A pleasant metallic clash echoed.
"Three sets of gold-embellished saintly silver armor. The Holy Silver Church offered five hundred gold coins for each set, but I raised the price a bit. The set of the Temple Knight sold for a thousand gold, so here we have a total of two thousand gold coins," Jeff pointed out.
"Two thousand?!" Night Three More was astonished. "Are those armors really worth so much?"
Weng Ling gave him a glance. "Just valuable? You should know that each set of the Knight's armor is made of the best forged steel. Moreover, it's plate armor; the materials alone are worth more than this. Can it be cheap?"
After a pause, Weng Ling continued, "But the Holy Silver Church still lowered the price quite a bit. If it were sold to a larger church, probably another five to six hundred gold could be earned."
Becoming a knight is not just about having martial skills; the first threshold is money. A trained and qualified warhorse, a set of excellent knight's armor, along with a lance, a knight's sword, and horse armor, among other things, the entire set costs several thousand gold coins, making it impossible to arm oneself without considerable funds.
It can be said that if there were a professional nouveau riche ranking, the knight profession would undoubtedly top the list!
Even for the lighter cavalry with lower armor requirements, the cost of raising horses is much higher than for most other professions. However, the knight's armor is provided by the Holy Silver Church, which has made many people sour.
Night Three More scratched his head. "Then why not sell them to a farther place? Spend a little more time, and you could earn much more gold. I'm willing to wait."
Weng Ling rolled her eyes. "You can wait as long as you want, but others have to be willing to buy. These three sets of blood-stained Knight's armor are the Yang family's; they won't let these armors stained with blood of Saint Knights flow out. Otherwise, it would become a big joke."
"All right." Night Three More took the money bag and then took out three hundred gold coins, handing them to Weng Ling.
"Here, one and a half percent commission as agreed."
Weng Ling didn't take it but shook her head.
"People are gone, and I have no use for this money. You keep it," she said.
She had intended to use this money to appease the residents of Loran City, but in the end, people didn't have the patience and confidence to wait for her.
"I am straightforward. What's mine is mine. If it's not mine, um... Anyway, you just keep it!" Night Three More shook his head, forcefully stuffing the gold coins into Weng Ling's stunned hands.
Weng Ling smiled bitterly and shrugged.
This miserly guy who wouldn't take three hundred gold so easily was unexpectedly principled.
"But Jeff, shouldn't you repay what you owe me?" Night Three More looked at Jeff with a stern face.
"Owe?" Jeff frowned, but upon seeing the money bag Night Three More was holding, suddenly he realized.
"Oh, you mean that? I had something to attend to last time and left in a hurry. Here, this is for you."
After saying that, he took out a silver coin and tossed it into the open mouth of the bag Night Three More was holding.
"That's it!"
Night Three More was satisfied, tightened the money bag, and patted it.
Last time, he had asked Jeff to inform him of the situation in Loran City. As a result, the Temple Knights had come in waves, and he hadn't received any news at all. This had bothered him for a long time. How could people accept payment without doing their job?
Weng Ling and Jeff exchanged a glance, shaking their heads.
He refused to accept three hundred gold that was delivered to his door, yet he was so concerned about a single silver coin. This person...
However, at this moment, she finally noticed the strange-looking rodent shed.
"What's this?"
"Nothing... Just a little thing. But Jeff, what do you do? How can you negotiate with the people of the Holy Silver Church and even bargain with them? You must be more than an ordinary servant, right?" Night Three More changed the subject, as he hadn't figured out how to explain the existence of the rodent shed.
After all, both Bed and Lao Gu were assigned the identity of druids. He couldn't point to the old skull and say this was a master builder, could he?
That would be too shameless.
"A servant?" Weng Ling looked at Jeff suspiciously, and the latter shrugged.
"He's not a servant. Let me introduce you. This is my martial arts master, Lord Jeff!"
"Martial arts master?" Night Three More looked at Jeff skeptically. This middle-aged man who couldn't even hide from a wind chime was Weng Ling's master?
"Cough! Lord Weng has embarrassed me. I'm just an ordinary person now," Jeff awkwardly laughed, looking honest.
Only then did Night Three More notice a very obvious scar on Jeff's wrist, and his left foot was constantly trembling.
This was...
He was disabled?
"All right, Master, you're at it again. I've told you before; you'll always be my master. Although Loran City has now fallen into decline, don't worry. I will definitely make it rise again. By then, Master, you can enjoy a good life, and I will also..."
"All right!"
Jeff suddenly put on a serious face, changing from the previous honest appearance.
"Stop saying these things. Especially about seeking revenge! Just now, I want to tell you something. I'll set off on a long journey shortly and expect to return in about a month. If you
have any urgent matters, you can post a zero-reward diamond mission at the Adventurers' Guild; I'll see it."
"Master..."
Weng Ling was about to say something, but Jeff had already waved his hand and left.
Night Three More didn't say much about their close master-apprentice relationship but turned to glance at the white cat.
Well, it's still sleeping with its face buried, but the bowl of milk...
Huh? Why does it seem empty? (Most cats are lactose intolerant, and feeding them milk can cause diarrhea. Please do not imitate.)