In the end, Xia Nan accepted Horako's greeting gift.
It was not that he was greedy. Under normal circumstances, if some random person on the street came up and said they wanted to give him money, his attitude would only be resistance and rejection, suspecting the other party had some ulterior motive.
But right now, as a proper Professional whose combat ability had been acknowledged by his peers, he had joined the caravan as a temporary guard without even asking for extra pay. He simply wanted to hitch a ride, and the price was that if they ran into trouble along the way, he would help resolve it within the limits of his abilities.
Given the average pay for an Adventurer of his level, the caravan was undoubtedly making a killing.
Under that premise, if the caravan's owner, Horako, insisted on repaying Xia Nan in various ways, as long as it stayed within reason, he would not refuse too firmly.
On the other hand, the greeting gift this wealthy merchant had given him—the silver-chain pocket watch with pearls decorating its case—only looked impressive.
If it were actually converted into Gold Coins, it was probably around fifty Gold Coins? Xia Nan did not know much about the real price of such items.
But no matter what, it definitely would not reach three digits.
It was not even as much as the earnings from an F-rank mission on the Association Second Floor.
Compared with Xia Nan's level and strength, and compared with the pay he would normally receive for taking on a long-distance escort mission, the caravan still came out ahead.
Seeing Xia Nan accept the pocket watch, the rather generous Mr. Horako looked extremely pleased, as if Xia Nan taking the greeting gift was a way of giving him face.
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