"Can this tree really produce fruit?"
"I think it's too far-fetched, too."
Many mercenaries who had recently joined the Tree Herders expressed disbelief. Fruit was nothing unfamiliar to mercenaries like them.
But saving up to buy a fruit was almost impossible for most of them, at least for warriors at Level 2.
Wear and tear on weapons and equipment, supporting their families, everyday pleasures.
All of these cost a great deal of money, and many mercenaries could barely balance their income and expenses.
Saving money was simply too difficult for them.
As for giving up their pleasures...
That demand was even more absurd. Most mercenaries who amounted to nothing had equally unremarkable talent.
They lived with their lives hanging by a thread. If people like them were made to give up their pleasures, what would happen if they saved thirty to fifty thousand, only to drop dead on a single mission?
Wouldn't all that money end up with the Money Bank, or buried in the dirt?
Under these circumstances, most ordinary mercenaries would never save money. At most, they would keep a little to buy newer equipment and the like.
Now an opportunity had appeared...
Everyone was tempted, but their doubts were stronger.
"You're asking us to hunt Oddities and bring back their bodies, but if no fruit grows, won't these past few days of work have been for nothing? And it's so dangerous."
Hearing their doubts, Chang Fengle felt some disdain.
Sure enough, these people were all ordinary folk, a bunch of rotten wood that could never be carved.
Fortunately, he had followed his big brother. Otherwise, he would have become one of these pieces of rotten wood himself.
He would have muddled through his entire life in the wilderness until he died of injury or illness, or was