Seeing that the Machine Spirit had learned the teleportation technique that his older brother hadn't been able to learn since the server opened in just a few days, [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] couldn't help but want to give Zhongdeng a good taunt.
[ Do Some Farm Work ] asked, somewhat surprised:
"So, King of Fall Resistance, I Guess, are you able to teleport now?"
"Hmm, this doesn't seem to work yet."
That's the problem.
Nuowa looked at [ Do Some Farm Work ] and asked:
"As I told you yesterday, ' The King of Fall Resistance, I Guess ' has far too little Psionic Energy reserves for its body to teleport long distances, let alone a round trip. Have you thought of a solution to this problem?"
[ Do Some Farm Work ] thought for a moment and said:
"We've consulted many Soul Returner have some knowledge of Psionic Energy, and they've come up with a solution. Could you perhaps help us analyze it..."
"No."
Nuowa once again firmly refused.
The last time he so seriously refused something was when he wouldn't allow the players to teleport the Gray to the Great Labyrinth City themselves.
So this guy's decisive denial proves only one thing --
He actually already had a solution, but saying it out loud would violate his principle of "not providing direct help."
[ On the Do Some Farm Work ] Upon hearing this, his expression changed several times, but he suddenly changed the subject and said:
"Mr. Nuowa, there's something else I'd like to ask."
"Please speak."
"Can you lend us some money?"
Nuowa's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes darted around several times, eventually forming an expression that seemed to say, "How do you know I'm rich?"
After a moment of silence, realizing that the Soul Returner before him seemed to have come by accident, Nuowa took out a small, antique-looking money pouch from his waist.
Like in all medieval adventure stories, he reached into the cloth bag, trying to pull out a few jingling little things.
This was the first time [ Do Some Farm Work ] felt that this world was somewhat like a classic adventure novel. Then he saw Nuowa's hand sinking deeper and deeper into the cloth bag, as if the bag had come to life and was eating him.
Okay, this is a bit different from adventure novels.
Finally, Nuowa put his entire right arm into the pocket, which reached his shoulder, and the Short-Eared Elf mage became a short-eared, one-armed elf mage.
Nuowa's expression was still conflicted, as if someone was tugging at his missing right arm.
"Well..."
Seeing this, [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ]'s lips twitched. He felt that this was even more outrageous than the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess learning to teleport.
"Actually, I'm rich..."
Nuowa seemed embarrassed by this as well, and quickly explained:
"Just need to look for it."
"It's alright, you seem a little..."
[ The Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] didn't utter the words "penniless," even though she felt she would never have the chance to use that word more aptly in this situation.
Just as she was about to think of another way, a smile finally appeared on Nuowa's face.
His arm was flung out of the cloth bag like a slippery noodle, along with a whole handful of gold coins, at least fifty.
Both [ the Do Some Farm Work ] and [ the Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] gaped wide-eyed. The young mage, looking triumphant, splattered the gold coins onto the table with a clatter:
Is this enough?
"That's enough, that's enough."
Even the [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] from the Greenhouse had never seen such a huge sum of money; at this moment, both of them stared blankly.
"I know you're borrowing money for Gray's campaign..."
Nuowa's tone carried a rare hint of shrewdness:
"Here are sixty gold coins that should solve your immediate problem. However, since it's an emergency, don't blame me for asking for Lion amount. How about seventy coins within a month?"
Objectively speaking, Nuowa is indeed asking for an Lion amount, but given the current state of development in this World of Disorder, it's difficult to find any legal regulations regarding a "minimum interest rate."
The group of Soul Returner looked at each other and finally accepted the IOU.
They didn't even bother writing an IOU, after all, the person in front of them was a genuine High Tier, and High Tier plus who could take on several High Tier at that.
It's unlikely that the other party would choose to renege on their debt to us for a few dozen gold coins.
After the number of gold coins was counted, the plan continued to operate smoothly.
Meanwhile, several miles away in a basement of the Great Labyrinth City.
"Beautiful lady, are you sure you want to bet on this one?"
The casino owner had been lounging behind the bar just ten seconds ago, but as the wooden door opened and closed, his gaze was quickly drawn to it.
Without needing his prosthetic eye to focus, decades of experience navigating the streets told him that beneath that gray cloak lay a rare beauty, a sight not to behold in the Great Labyrinth City. Yet, the aura emanating from her made him instinctively wary.
However, he quickly dismissed his suspicions when she frankly revealed her purpose—she had come to place bets on the election of the Grand Foundry Master.
"A guest is a guest," the casino owner immediately smiled, already having some guesses in his mind:
She conceals her face so no one can see it; perhaps she's the daughter of a Grand Artisan.
The Grand Foundry Master election the night before the election was probably just trying to make some pocket money. Did they have some inside information?
Should I use someone else's identity to buy some later?
With that in mind, the casino owner took out four stacked wooden crates:
Who are you planning to bet on to win?
Under her hood, Liya glanced at the four wooden crates nailed together and noticed that they were labeled with the names of three candidates: " Rein," " Suolaer," and " Aoziben," along with the words "None of them."
She hesitated for a moment and pointed to the last wooden box—[None of them].
Her figure had already attracted the attention of many gamblers, and some even secretly switched their cards while the other gamblers were looking at the pretty girl.
When everyone saw this rare hooded beauty choose the last box, they burst into laughter, and the entire casino was filled with a joyful atmosphere.
The casino owner was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, then smiled and honestly shook the last row of boxes in his hand.
The complete absence of sound indicated that the container was empty, and the shopkeeper's meaning was clear—there was no reason for anyone to buy it.
He said with a smile:
"To be honest, beautiful lady, this is just an option to fill out the quota. Why don't you reconsider?"
After a moment 'Liya asked in return:
"You mean if I bet on this, even just a single copper coin, and win, I can take all the money?"
The boss paused for a moment, then burst into laughter and nodded:
"The winner takes all, but you need at least one gold coin, because, to be honest, the door you want to bet on hasn't opened yet."
"Can."
Liya nodded, reached into the cloth pocket at her waist, and a few seconds later, her fluid movements seemed to be paused.
She touched the hand of another Short-Eared Elf.