Yu Lin Bloodhawk breathed a sigh of relief. Good thing you know when to get out of the way. To prevent anything like this from happening again, he told Willyx, "Whether we reach Ratchet tonight or not, this gold coin is yours from now on, Willyx."
"Really, Lord City Lord? It really belongs to Willyx now?" Willyx cried in delight.
"Really! Take it! Stop lying here all the time!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk said.
With astonishing speed, Willyx pocketed the coin, stood up, and declared loudly to Yu Lin Bloodhawk, "Lord City Lord, Lord City Lord, Willyx guarantees that the fleet will reach Ratchet today! Willyx is the most honest businessman there is!"
With that, he skipped back to his cabin. After lying out in the sun for so long, he was probably tired and eager to get back for a rest!
Yu Lin Bloodhawk watched Willyx leave with a smile. He recalled the first time he had skimmed a tiny sum of gold in Westfall. Had he been just as happy then as Willyx was now over a single gold coin?
Now he earned far more gold every day, but all he saw was a pile of numbers. He rarely carried much money in his pockets. Although he knew his daily income was considerable, the excitement of receiving gold had long since vanished without a trace.
Is this the price of growing up? Yu Lin Bloodhawk wondered. Is this what maturity means? Must you always lose something whenever you gain something else? Then why can goblins maintain their enthusiasm for gold wherever they are, no matter how much time passes? Is it because they never have enough? But that clearly isn't true.
"Brother-in-law, you look awfully wistful!" Sylvanas said when she saw his expression. "What are you musing about?"
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