Jeff was a good man.
At least, that was the impression he had given Xia Nan over all the days they had spent interacting before.
Of course, he had the smoothness and cunning of an ordinary commoner in this world. After all, he had run a caravan for many years and dealt with countless people.
If he had truly been as simple and honest as he looked, there was no way he could have saved up enough in Newm to own a tailor shop like this by the time he retired in middle age.
Xia Nan was well aware of that.
And as a husband, a father, and even as a caravan leader, Jeff had likely done everything within his power.
For years, he had led caravans through the wilderness outside the city, where dangerous Monsters and vicious bandits roamed, risking his life in exchange for pay and supporting his family's livelihood.
Toward the Adventurers who had accompanied him back then, like Xia Nan, he had never been stingy with subsidies or wages. He had even helped them expand valuable connections, taking very good care of them.
Because of that, even though they had not known each other for very long, Xia Nan still had a good impression of this hardworking middle-aged man.
Under these circumstances, facing a small problem he could now solve with a wave of his hand, and since he happened to run into it, he naturally did not mind giving the man some help.
The reason he trained so hard and raised his strength was precisely to keep these kinds of unpleasant things a little farther away from himself, wasn't it?
At the very least, he was now a "Professional." If he still let street thugs throw their weight around in front of him, wouldn't his