Is he talking about us? Ling thought her ears were deceiving her. This man who had snatched her Equipment a few months ago had suddenly turned a new leaf and become a charitable good samaritan.
If the Purple-clothed woman were a Heavenly Immortal beauty, that would be another story; food and sex are only human nature, after all. But to show kindness to a disfigured and down-and-out woman hardly fit with his previous image of coldly dousing someone with water and insisting they were just an NPC.
(Little Eight secretly admired the man’s practical approach to action.)
Yijie not only bought clothes, but he also found housing. The lodgings in the city were shockingly expensive, but not the private homes. Since a wave of players flowed into Babylon City, some local residents got the idea and began renting out their homes.
Yijie chose a house for the Purple-clothed woman located in South City. Far from the main roads and the bustling market, the place was seldom visited by anyone other than the landlord. After changing out of her purple clothes and veiling her face, the scars of the cross on her face were hidden, and the hurt in her eyes faded away.
Regardless of her status, she was ultimately a woman. The destruction of her looks was an indelible pain to any woman.
"What are you getting at?" After leaving the house in South City, the two of them managed to learn the rescued woman’s name.
"Getting at? I have nothing up my sleeve when it comes to you," Yijie’s frankness only irritated Ling further.
"I was talking about Ziyu." Remembering the woman’s tearful gratitude before they left gave Ling a stomachache.
"Speaking of her, I spent two thousand military coins on renting the house, which, calculated monthly, comes to..." Yijie’s words immediately caused Ling’s stomach to cramp.
"Are you kidding me? My monthly military salary is only five hundred," Ling was nearly freaking out. She had planned to make money through Military Road, but now even making ends meet in Military Road became a challenge.
"You should know that whether it’s the year 2064 or here, gender equality is absolute," Yijie didn’t see anything wrong with this. After rescuing Ziyu, she needed to know a concept called living within one’s means.
"Since you’ve made it so clear, let me also be clear: I will take care of the rent myself, and the money for the piece of clothing, you should be able to afford that, right? Consider it as your gift to her. From now on, you have absolutely nothing to do with me or the woman inside," he mentioned equality, though it was a reminder for Ling. Yijie, who had been eager to disassociate himself from them, why had he suddenly become so generous?
From the time Ziyu was auctioned to now, he truly began to show concern after Ziyu displayed that unusual mental influence. If Ling was not mistaken, Yijie’s enthusiasm must be related to that.
He was shrewd, and Ling was not dull either. At this moment, they were like roosters with red eyes in a fight, neither willing to yield first.
"OK, let’s both compromise. I’ll handle the house money; you find a way to coax her method of group mental healing," Yijie, seeing that Ling saw through his intent, simply made it clear.
Group healing, Ling was hearing this term for the first time.
(The so-called Ziyu of the temple seems to be a high-ranking person of the temple. Besides healing her own mental injuries, her murmuring also inadvertently healed your mental fatigue. In Military Road, those who heal physical abilities are called ’Body Healers’, and those who heal mental aspects are ’Divine Healers’. Moreover, the number of Divine Healers is far less than Body Healers. Besides, that woman can perform group healing. If you really can learn to treat mental trauma from her, your 50000 military coins wouldn’t be wasted.) Little Eight understood the workings of Military Road better than Ling.
Different from typical online games, the various skills in Military Road could not be obtained through Skill Books. The methods of skill acquisition were only three: aside from self-improvement through military rank and learning corresponding skills, the other was to be taught by NPCs, or by being taught by other players, but this requires gaining the other person’s trust.
Although Yijie showed a friendly side, he also previously made clear his commitment to leave, so someone as sensitive as Ziyu must have developed certain precautions against him. Moreover, from a gender perspective, Ling would be more likely to win Ziyu’s favor.
"Deal," Ling reached out her hand, wanting to make a high-five agreement with Yijie.
"Hang on," Yijie touched his nose bridge. His gunshot wound had long since healed, but the memory of being ambushed was still vivid, "Let’s do an Alliance Binding."