"Anyway, I won’t agree to this..." But before Frey could finish her sentence, she saw Roman looking pitiful, so she swallowed the rest of her words and said, "I, I don’t want to care about you two anymore—"
Brand already knew Frey had a tough exterior but a soft heart, so he had already dumped his bag on the table, letting a few silver coins clink out, adding up to about four or five hundred Thor.
He froze for a moment, not expecting to have so little money left. He had originally received a handful of lower grade gemstones from the spoils of war in Albton, sold them in Ankeze for a good price, amounting to several tens of thousands of Thor. He divided the money into three shares, handing them over to Roman and Frey for safekeeping, only to remember that he had spent most of his share on purchasing moonlight grass, fluorescent moss, and Black Mage materials in Ankeze—
These three magic materials combined with a Golden Acorn could be refined into an advanced magic potion that temporarily boosts will attributes, known as the Wizard’s Frenzy Potion—this thing was a luxury in the game that money couldn’t buy, and was probably even more sought after in this world.
However, it’s like the painting of the Elf Princess "Dark Brilliance" worth millions of Thor in his hands—an investment that wouldn’t see a return in the short term. Especially that painting, he found himself unable to get rid of it for the moment, now a bit regretting entrusting Char with the task. In hindsight, he should have just picked a couple of gold and silver items.
Such distinctive treasures aren’t easy to sell on the black market, unless he could find a more private channel. But Brand wanted to swear, back when he was just a player, he didn’t have to worry about NPCs’ feelings—
He laid out the money on the table, sighing, "Looks is all the money I have left, but Frey should have some, right?"
"Why... why do your matters always get dragged onto me?" Frey almost choked, glaring viciously at Brand, but still took out her purse: "Damn it, anyway all our travel expenses are in here, you, you figure it out yourselves..."
In the purse Frey threw on the table, there were about four thousand Thor; Brand froze for a moment and couldn’t help but look at her in surprise.
Since leaving the Drage region nearly a month ago, Frey had been managing almost all the living arrangements for him, Roman, Batom, the Alchemist Tama, and his son in Ankeze—six people, plus four horses, and hiring carriages. Brand naturally assumed the travel expenses he gave Frey would have been mostly spent, but he didn’t expect that there would still be so much left!
Turns out Frey is quite good at managing money, he couldn’t help but think.
"What... what are you looking at?" Noticing Brand’s gaze, Frey was stunned for a moment and couldn’t help but look down to check herself. Did she wear the wrong clothes?
"Nothing, just thinking that Frey is really a good housekeeper. I wonder who will be so lucky to marry such a girl in the future?" Brand said, looking at her.
"Frey is Roman’s." Roman laughed happily from the side.
The girl with the long ponytail blushed like the evening glow, her heart pounding uncontrollably: "Lucky? What... what nonsense are you spouting, such boring talk."
She immediately glared at Roman: "And you, Roman, shut up—"
Pity the Miss Merchant already ignored the attack, smilingly pulling out a purse as flat as Brand’s, shaking the empty bag, and said, "Roman doesn’t have much money either."
"Damn it, where’s your money!" Frey was stunned and couldn’t help but ask. Initially, Brand had evenly divided the money into three, and by rights, this Miss Merchant should be the least likely to spend it, right?
"Gathering information costs money, Frey, and I also bought a warehouse to store some wine." Roman replied confidently.
"You bought a warehouse?" Frey was stunned, when?
"While you weren’t paying attention, Frey."
"You should have mentioned such things."
Roman seriously thought for a moment, then shook her finger mysteriously: "A little merchant’s secret—"
"Secret, my foot!" Frey was speechless with rage but knew Roman was just . For a moment, she didn’t know what else to say.