William's ability to escape the merchants' clutches had been witnessed by White Rat, who was responsible for guiding him. However, the elderly White Rat showed little change in expression. Compared to awe or concern, such irrelevant things, what he needed more was money.
"Boss, it seems we haven't settled on the price for guiding you yet. I charge by the hour. Five coins per hour..."
Before he could finish speaking,
a money pouch containing at least a hundred coins had already fallen into White Rat's hands. At the same time, William's voice rang directly in his mind.
"For the next few days I'm in Rat City, you'll follow me properly... Besides guiding me, you'll also need to introduce this place to me. Do a good job, and you'll receive additional payment."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
White Rat lived a difficult life in this city and had never seen so much money in his entire life. He had raised his price on the spot based entirely on the strength the young man had displayed. Under normal circumstances, his rate was only one coin per hour.
Holding the heavy money pouch, White Rat's mind spun rapidly as he thought about how to store and hide the money. Otherwise, once such enormous wealth attracted attention, not only would it be stolen, he himself might become part of the city wall.
Swoosh~ White Rat tore open his already badly rotted body and stuffed the money pouch inside, wrapping and supporting it with the tumors within... Although it hurt terribly, it gave him considerable peace of mind.
When White Rat looked up again after stowing away the money pouch, he discovered that the young Boss was already standing at the gnawed-open city gate.
He hurried forward and warned him:
"Boss, Plague Rain falls year-round inside the