What Are You Risking Your Life For on a Salary of a Few Thousand?

At the entrance to the Barrier Room, two guards were idly passing the time.

They wore cuirasses and skirt armor, with conical helmets on their heads, dressed like the lowest-ranking foot soldiers.

"How many days has that one from the Service Club been locked up in there?"

The guard on the left suddenly asked.

"How would I know? I only got here the day before yesterday."

The guard on the right yawned.

"So what law of heaven did she break to get locked up for this long?"

The guard on the left asked.

"I think she let a pig loose?"

The guard on the right thought for a moment before answering.

"Just for that? Couldn't they just make her pay it back? Why lock her up?"

The guard on the left asked curiously.

"Seems like her family is pretty rich, so the boss wants to squeeze some more money out of them."

The guard on the right said.

"Huh? Isn't that kind of wrong?"

The guard on the left hesitated.

"Why didn't you think it was wrong when you took your subsidy?"

The guard on the right rolled his eyes.

"Hehe."

The guard on the left awkwardly scratched his head.

"Enough, stop overthinking it. No matter what the boss does, she won't lay hands on people from her own side."

"Can't say that for sure."

A voice interrupted their conversation.

"Who's there?!"

The two guards immediately went on alert, raising the short spears in their hands.

These short spears were called Ken Spears. Their shafts had a composite construction, with hardwood such as oak at the core, bamboo strips wrapped around the outside, and lacquer applied to keep them waterproof.

A ken was a unit of length, between 1.6 and 1.8 meters.

"Your uncle."

Liu Zheng spoke, but his hooves