One hundred or two hundred thousand gold?
In an instant, blood rushed straight to Shen Tang's head.
The scene before her eyes flickered in and out. Kang Shi's big head swayed from side to side, and a powerful feeling of suffocation washed over her.
"O-one hundred or two hundred thousand... gold?"
She forced herself through the discomfort and held up two fingers.
Seeing Shen Tang's awful complexion and hearing the stormy rumble in her voice, Kang Shi immediately backed down.
He stammered, a rare sight. "Ah, well..."
Then he nodded emphatically.
That figure was still Kang Shi's relatively optimistic estimate.
The actual amount was even higher! At full strength, the Heavy Shield Warrior legion's assault had been fierce. Xun Zhen alone had probably held back forty percent of them, buying precious time for everyone else. Without that, even if they'd won the battle, it would have been a惨胜—a victory won at devastating cost. The pass's gates would most likely have fallen, and the fighting would have moved into the streets within the pass. With results that immediate, how could the appearance fee not be expensive? It was expensive for a reason!
Shen Tang went deathly pale. Kang Shi suspected a gust of wind could blow her away. "...Having you all around really is my good fortune!"
Kang Shi gave an awkward smile. "We had to do what we could in an emergency."
Then he added, "My lord, don't be too heartbroken. You can never earn all the money there is! How could anyone stay poor their whole life? The Word Spirit puts it well: 'Though a thousand gold pieces are spent, they will come back again!' With your abilities, five, six, seven, eight... years should be enough to pay it all back. Right?"
Five, six, seven, eight... years...
Shen Tang