"But-the pills are too expensive."
Yu Xiaogang clutched the slip of paper, and Tang San suddenly came to mind.
How about borrowing money from Tang San?
Unlike Yu Xiaogang, a scholar useless in every way, Tang San had a trade-metalworking.
Thus, after enrolling at Monster Academy, Tang San had chosen blacksmithing as his secondary profession and quickly learned Hundred Refinement.
A blacksmith capable of Hundred Refinement could already make money, albeit not much.
Tang San therefore often visited the Empire Forging Academy, using its channels to sell his Hundred Refinement metals and earn a little money.
Sometimes, Yu Xiaogang even saw newspaper photos of Tang San going out to eat with a girl, Cha Weiwei.
The headlines were not quite so gossipy, however. Instead, they were sensational: "Had he betrayed Xiao Wu?"
Heaven knew where the Divine Realm Empire people had learned about Xiao Wu, but-if Tang San could spend money dining with a girl, surely he could lend some to me, his teacher.
Once that thought surfaced, he could no longer suppress it.
Yu Xiaogang took out his Soul Guidance Communicator, gritted his teeth, and pressed the call button.
"Teacher?"
Tang San's gentle voice came from the other end, carrying its familiar concern. "Have you been well lately?"
That was how Tang San was. He never contacted anyone on his own initiative, but whenever someone contacted him, he adopted a tone of close familiarity, as though he deeply regretted how long it had been since they last spoke.
Hearing that "Teacher," Yu Xiaogang drew a deep breath. "Xiao San, I... I've run into a little trouble.
"Could you come out so we can talk? I haven't seen you in so long."
"Uh..." Tang San fell silent for a moment. "Teacher, if you need something, please just tell me."
Yu