Treasure Island had long since become unrecognizable. Lighthouse Street, once overrun by pirates and filth, now echoed everywhere with harps and poetry.
Even the wooden signs hanging outside taverns no longer listed cheap ale and the prices of new girls. Instead, they displayed bards' performance schedules, as though the entire island had become a holy land of poetry and song.
Demand for Profession Scrolls had risen accordingly.
Wu Heng glanced at them and casually put away the Profession Scrolls Minnie had taken out.
"Tell Shiraque to apply for another batch from headquarters. The Island Master's Manor will buy them all when the time comes." Wu Heng lifted his teacup and took a light sip.
"Yes, Master!" Minnie picked up her phone and walked aside to call Shiraque.
Cat Girl Robbie grabbed a piece of fruit from the coffee table, took a bite, and said, "Master, why buy so many Bard Scrolls? We can't use them."
"They'll be distributed to people without professions later," Wu Heng answered.
"Master really is a good person," Robbie said.
Wu Heng smiled and rubbed the little cat girl's furry ear tip. "Focus on raising your levels. When the time comes, I'll help you become heroes."
"I'm already working very hard!" Robbie muttered indignantly, her tail settling on his leg as if she were acting spoiled.
Before long, Minnie ended the call, and the matter of the scrolls was settled.
The sun sank in the west as dusk gradually spread. The people who had gone out returned one after another, chatting together.
The Skeleton Cook silently appeared at the entrance to the living room, a spotless white apron around its body. With its other hand, it elegantly gestured toward the dining room in invitation.
"Master, dinner is ready," Minnie softly reminded him.
Wu Heng stood up.