"Seriously, it fell from the sky???"
Shen Tang couldn't help looking up at the roof of the tent.
"How does it fall?"
Could this world get any less scientific?
"Does the gold fall at random, or is there some trick to it? If you could figure it out, wouldn't you make a fortune?"
Shen Tang had made a little money lately, but after deducting the rewards for the soldiers and the expenses along the way, the profits weren't nearly as large as she'd imagined. And the whole process came with a certain amount of risk. This was nothing like that—gold fell right into your lap while you sat around.
She even felt tempted to change careers.
Faced with Shen Tang's barrage of three questions, Jiang Sheng looked a little uncomfortable. With an expression that was both amused and helpless, he explained, "Although the gold falls from the sky, it doesn't happen all the time. This sort of benefit depends on luck, after all. 'Money-scattering Children' are hard to come by. If I hadn't happened to befriend someone, even I wouldn't have known such people existed."
Shen Tang's almond-shaped eyes widened. "Money-scattering Child?"
Had they suddenly entered the realm of mythology?
Jiang Sheng chuckled. "Ahem, 'Money-scattering Child' is just a nickname. There are countless Literary Hearts and Ways of the Scholar in this world, each with its own characteristics. Most Literary Scholars are 'by the book,' more or less alike. The remaining few are a little more unusual."
Strictly speaking, all the "monsters" around their lord could be lumped into that "remaining few."
Their abilities came in every shape and form.
Everything about them was great, except that they were a little hard on their lord.
He continued, "Take my friend, for example. His Literary Heart, Literary Palace, and even his