How Could There Be No Bank

After breakfast, Moyun began treating those people again.

This time, several more people left one after another.

"Master Moyun, it was all thanks to you this time. Otherwise, I would never have seen my wife and son again!"

The man's tearful appearance was almost identical to that of his son, who was nestled in his wife's arms with snot running from his nose.

Moyun could not help sighing at the wonder of blood relations.

"It's nothing. Go back and live a good life. Don't go to any more strange islands."

"Yes, I will heed your teachings."

The man thanked Moyun a few more times. "If you ever run into any trouble, be sure to come to me first. I will definitely help you!"

What a coincidence—Moyun happened to have something he needed this man to promote.

He somehow produced an Electric Vearth and handed it to the man with a kindly smile.

"This is a gift for you."

"This... how could I accept this? You were the one who saved me, and now you're even giving me something."

The man hurriedly took several steps back. He could not accept this. He had never even seen such a thing before. It looked extremely compact, and he had no idea what it was for.

Moyun casually transformed the little thing into the shape of a vehicle.

The man stared at the scene in astonishment, thinking it was some kind of magical spell.

"What is this?"

"It's a very simple means of transportation, but it runs on electricity."

"Electricity?"

The man was confused. He had never heard of such a thing.

"That's right. I invented it, so I'm giving it to you."

"What?!"

This thing had actually been made by Master Moyun himself. What had he done to deserve something like this?

"Actually,