Zirong looked at the guard leader with a smile that was not quite a smile and said lightly, "Boss, do you think there’s no future in following the Young Master? But on the first day, he gave us two very precious medicinal materials."
"Medicinal materials, medicinal materials! Do you think you can rely on medicinal materials for a lifetime? Once is fine, but do you think it will happen every time? What kind of future could there be with the Young Master?" The guard leader, upset at not seeing the drive in them, glanced at Huayue’s retreating figure and then turned back with a look of heartfelt pain and said, "I’m saying this because I see potential in you guys, it’s for your own good." Having said that, he pulled over a guard next to him, patted him on the shoulder, and continued to persuade earnestly.
"Look at him, not to mention being by Mu Cheng’s side, just being by my side, he went from a Swordsman First Rank to a Second-tier Knight in half a year! If he were by Mu Cheng’s side, he might have even reached the third tier by now! You two tell me, isn’t that a better future?" The guard leader patted the shoulder of that guard, annoyed at their lack of ambition as he looked at Huayue and Zirong.
"Wow, that really does sound promising," Zirong said with an exaggerated tone, appearing very envious. This comforted the guard leader a bit inside.
"But, boss, you know the Young Master picked out the most suitable Cultivation Technique for us," Zirong said with wide, innocent eyes.
"That’s a coincidence!" the guard leader firmly retorted.
"You make a good point, boss, it does sound more promising," Zirong pondered heavily, looking very conflicted, "but you see, Huayue’s and my strength have already reached Third-tier Swordsman." Zirong sighed.
"Yeah, good to know. Of course, I’m pointing out a better path for you... wait, wait a second! What did you say? Third tier? You’re both Third-tier Swordsmen now?" The guard leader’s face looked like he’d eaten something disgusting, turning green with envy. Third-tier Swordsman? He wasn’t just teasing him, was he? How could it happen so fast? How many days had it been? These two brats were defying the very heavens. They must have stumbled upon some damn good fortune. Ah, ah, ah, the envy was killing him. Thinking back to his own days... Forget it, he didn’t want to think about it anymore; too much thinking would just bring tears.
"You... you’re lucky! You’re really lucky. The Young Master was lucky, just picking out the right Cultivation Technique for you on a whim." The guard leader recalled his own training history, itching with jealousy to pull his hair out.
"If you still think it’s a coincidence, I have nothing more to say." Zirong revealed a cynical smile, ate another broad bean, and waved cheerfully at the guard leader, "Boss, I have to go deliver food to the Young Master, so I won’t keep you company."
When the guard leader heard Zirong’s words, he stood there, stunned. Follow current novels on novｅlfire.net
What did he mean? What was Zirong implying with those words?
After walking a few steps, Zirong suddenly stopped and cocked his head. When the guard leader glared at him, Zirong spoke slowly and deliberately, "Also, I forgot to tell you, because we have diligently protected the Young Master, his wife has decided to increase our monthly salaries to one hundred taels each."
After saying this, Zirong hummed a tune and strode off, leaving the guard leader frozen in place.
After a while, the guard leader finally stretched out his hand, looking at his fingers, counting one by one, then his heart was awash with tears. Zirong and Huayue’s monthly salaries were now higher than his! How unfair! He wanted to be a guard for the Young Master too. Everyone knew the missus was super rich. Probably, when you added up the whole of the City Lord’s Mansion, they didn’t have as much as her private stash.
So who exactly offered a better future? The guard leader stood there dumbly, suddenly feeling his face ache.