For any country, the cost of shaping a hero could never be considered too high—especially when that hero was the real deal. Compared to their contributions and the morale boost they could provide, any price was worth paying. As King, Moron clearly had this sort of consideration in mind. The moment he learned that Becky planned to remain in Horleta, he immediately made a series of follow-up arrangements. The first was to grant Becky an exceptionally generous reward.
Becky had finally obtained the manor estate she had dreamed of, in the noble district not far west of the royal capital. Everything was ready-made. After the King's reward order was issued, the manor was delivered to Becky in its finest condition. The delighted mercenary girl invited Hao Ren and the others to visit her new home, accompanied by Ofra, who had personally come to congratulate Becky on behalf of their "comrades-in-arms."
In front of the magnificent Horleta-style country mansion, Becky happily pointed at the fountains and gardens around them. "Look at this, look at this... I used to dream of living in a house with a garden! Now all of this is mine!"
Hao Ren knew it was impossible to get Becky to calm down under these circumstances, so he could only smile and watch the girl go wild like everyone else. He nodded along and offered his congratulations. "Congratulations, congratulations. You've made it big now. Any plans for the future?"
"Didn't His Majesty the King say so? From now on, I'm a legendary mercenary!" Becky lifted her chin proudly. "I'll eat and sleep every day, then put on nice clothes and brag in the first person at various public events. I'm good at that. Back when I bragged in taverns, I could keep going all night on half a barrel