Tang San gave in in the end.
There was no other reason: the other smithies offered even worse terms than this one!
Manager Liu pushed up the glasses on his nose, smiling like a sly old fox. "Tang San, then it's settled. One Silver Soul Coin a month, with commission calculated according to the orders you accept and complete and the smithy's earnings.
"But are you sure you don't want the meals we provide?
"The brothers at our smithy all do heavy labor, so the food is quite good."
Tang San shook his head, declining.
However good their food was, could it compare with the special ingredients Lu Chen provided every day?
Although eating food tossed to him in charity still felt humiliating, that bowl of fish soup really had been delicious-
After settling his daily working hours and reaching an agreement, Tang San did not linger at the smithy.
Yu Xiaogang was still waiting to see him at the inn.
He made his way to the agreed-upon inn and asked the young woman at the front desk, only to be told that Yu Xiaogang was no longer there. "Little boy, do you mean the gentleman with a scar on his face? He moved out yesterday."
"Then didn't he leave anything that could help me find him?"
"He did, but he said it was for his disciple."
Tang San held out his hand. "I'm his disciple. Give it to me."
The young woman looked troubled. "He said his disciple was a student at Nuoding Academy, but you-"
Looking at the little boy in his "beggar's outfit," she was already risking a scolding from the manager by not throwing him straight out.
A student at a Soul Master Academy?
How could that be possible!
A trace of impatience crossed Tang San's