Xio: At least I'm not the slowest

Otherwise, why do I encounter large expenses every time I save up a little money? And why does it possess sufficient, subjective appeal?

Take this incident as an example:

At the most recent Tarot Club, Fors had just helped him sell the "Hypnosis Pocket Watch" and two "Hunter" traits, giving him a significant boost in health.

After deducting expenses during this period, working capital has increased to seven thousand pounds.

In addition, he unexpectedly acquired a batch of Gold Coins in the underground chamber of the "Rose School" stronghold a couple of days ago, bringing his total net worth close to 13,000 pounds again.

But in the blink of an eye, he learned of two secret techniques for enhancing Spirituality from the "Curse of Knowledge," which involved a considerable amount of Beyonder Characteristic.

If you want to use it, the "Lucky Money Bag" will inevitably become empty again.

This is something that can be seen with the naked eye.

Unfortunately, these two secret techniques hit my weak spot, making it impossible to refuse... Well, to be honest, the "Lucky Money Bag" has been unfairly sidelined with me... Although it has handled a lot of wealth, it hasn't really accumulated much Luck... It can only get a tiny taste of success each time...

As Lorry walked, he pondered, unable to suppress a wry smile.

Just then, he saw a figure pacing back and forth on the deck. Seeing him come down the stairs, the figure hurriedly came to greet him and stood there waiting.

"Um, you really have the ' Conspirer's Potion '?" The lingering figure was none other than Danitz Flames, the Fourth Sailor-in-Charge of the "Golden Dream." He sized him Lorry and down, then sneered.

"How?

"Can't wait to give me all your wealth?"

Danitz's lips twitched slightly. Pretending not to have heard, he took a deep breath and said, "I plan to sell two properties in Bayam."

"But this will take some time, probably after the exploration is over."

"Could you leave me that Potion?"

After saying that, he chuckled and coughed, "You know, my Bounty is already 5,500 pounds, which doesn't quite match a Sequence 7 Pirate."

"And I also want to become stronger, to protect the captain, cough, to protect the ' Golden Dream,' and to protect my friends and crew."

Actually, you only really want to protect the first one, right? Lorry secretly scorned the Great Pirate "Flames." The last two sentences were clearly added on the spot.

He gave the other person a deep look, and said with a mocking smile:

"It's worth considering."

"That is, if you can survive until the end of the exploration." After saying that, he went straight to his room.

Danitz stood there dumbfounded for a long time before finally spitting out annoyed, "When will this stinking bastard ever learn to speak like a human being...?"

It was evening in Backlund.

Inside a house rented by two women in the Cherwood Borough.

Hugh opened the door with the food in hand, only to be surprised to find that no one was home.

She abruptly turned to look at Albert and asked:

"Have you noticed that Fors been acting a little strange lately? She seems to be going out a lot and coming home very late every day."

Albert opened his mouth, hesitated, and then nodded.

He sighed inwardly, utterly baffled as to why the short man in front of him would ask a question that anyone with eyes could easily see.

Hugh glared at the big dog, not wanting to stoop to its level, and continued, "What do you think she's been busy with all day? Should we find out?"

Albert was silent for a few seconds, then said helplessly, "Hugh, I'm just a dog."

"..." Hugh paused slightly upon hearing this, then slapped the dog's head in annoyance, changed into soft slippers, and carried the food to the Living Room.

Having set aside Fors's portion beforehand, she and Albert began to feast.

After a long and busy day, the man and his dog wolfed down the food on the Tea Table, quickly devouring it all.

After a satisfying meal, Xiu lay contentedly on the Sofa, staring blankly at the Ceiling.

Suddenly, she heard Albert's voice in her ear:

"Hugh, I have some good news to share with you."

Good news? (Shu shrugs)

"I won't listen."

A hint of human surprise appeared on Albert's expression:

"Why?"

"Why?" Hugh scoffed. "I have to Fors and your master for that. My experience dealing with them has taught me that your good news is always bad news for me."

"I see..." A look of realization flashed across Albert's round eyes.

Then, he cleared his throat, shaking the air as he spoke:

"Hugh, I've completely digested the ' Sheriff ' Potion —just two hours ago, when I helped you catch that serial robber."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hugh's back straightened as if springs had been inserted, and he subconsciously repeated, "You've completely digested the ' Sheriff ' Potion?"

Albert sat upright on the ground and spoke in a clear and articulate voice:

"Yes."

After he finished speaking, he asked again:

"And you, how much are you still lacking?"

If I remember correctly, he became a "Sheriff" a little later than I did... Xiu was still immersed in the sadness of "digesting slower than a dog," and not only did he not hear the black dog's kicking question, but he also did not hear the sound of a key Door Opening outside.

Albert wagged his tail eagerly as he went to greet her, picked up the bundle his mistress had placed on the floor, and slowly followed her into the Living Room.

Hugh only then noticed that his friend had entered the room, his eyes lighting up slightly as he thought, "Thank goodness, Fors ' progress is much slower than mine." (Go to Bing search for the latest chapter!)

"Anyway, I'm not the slowest in this family."

As this thought flashed through her mind, a pang of guilt towards her friend welled up within her, and she felt a significant reduction in the frustration she had just experienced.

After her friend returned from washing up and sat down on the Long Sofa to begin dinner, Xiu, recalling her conversation with Albert upon entering, couldn't help but ask:

Are you very busy lately? Why are you coming home so late every day?

"Busy with housekeeping?" She knew her friend was planning to hire a skilled housekeeper to help her manage that guy's territory.

"Butler?" Fors swallowed a mouthful of food, her voice tinged with doubt as she asked, "No, the Metropolitan Association for Improving the Domestic Servants hasn't notified me yet."

Hugh hummed in response. "So what do you do all day?"

"Digesting the Potion, what else can I do..." Fors took a couple of sips of Sweet Iced Tea, leaning wearily against the soft Cushion.

She frowned slightly and shifted her body, seemingly feeling uncomfortable in the position.

Wouldn't it be more comfortable to lean on that guy's shoulder? For some reason, seeing his friend's actions, Hugh suddenly thought of this thought.

"How much further do you need to become a ' Trickmaster '?" she asked, gathering her thoughts as she overheard her friend's quiet complaint. "He used his connections to get me into a high-end Divination Club the other day. So many aristocratic ladies come to me for readings every day, it's exhausting..."

"Divination Club?"

Xiu was taken aback. What was the "Trickmaster" doing here?

"Trickmaster?" Fors was also taken aback.