Chapter 286 Ledger

Harold felt very puzzled by what I said. He asked me, "How come you don't even have the key to your own home?"

After saying that, he seemed to feel a little rude and quickly shut up.

Looking at his series of actions, I felt a little funny. Since I could just say what I wanted to say, I wouldn't mind, so I responded: "In my house, whoever has the power holds the key."

"Uh" Harold suddenly stopped talking and looked at me in disbelief.

I can understand his thoughts. In Zephyr Continent, the culture of favoring boys over girls still exists, but it is not as serious as on Earth.

The reason why this situation occurs is largely because Zephyr Continent is a world where adventurers mainly determine the economic lifeline. Here, adventurers are everything.

In the group of adventurers, the ratio of men to women and the importance of their positions determine the status of men and women.

In most teams, male adventurers occupy the backbone. Whether they are the human shields in the front, the warriors who charge into the battle, or the shooters who attack in the middle row, they can take on almost any position.

Compared with male adventurers, female adventurers have great limitations.

Most female adventurers are inferior to male adventurers in terms of strength (except for some violent female men), so there is a large lack of human shields.

Although female adventurers are no less brave than male adventurers when charging into battle, and may even be better than them, this cannot make up for the gap in fighting spirit between male and female adventurers.

In terms of medium and long-range combat, especially in the more popular professions such as magicians, crossbowmen, gunmen, priests, etc., female adventurers have really begun to show their prominence.

However, in people's perception, these professions are only auxiliary attack professions and cannot dominate. Therefore, no matter how well female adventurers do in these positions, they cannot conceal the inferiority of male adventurers in people's eyes. importance.

Therefore, the status of female adventurers is lower than that of male adventurers. How much lower depends on the strength of the female adventurer.

Of course, there are not exceptions to this. For example, a female warrior who is regarded as the highest-level elven warrior has a status far higher than that of men. It can even be said that she is higher than all human beings.

There are quite a few female adventurers like this, but compared to the overall number of female adventurers, this number is still too small.

Facing Harold's ambiguous eyes, I could only shrug and smile: "Yes, you are right. I am a strict henwife, and what's more terrible is that I have three fiancées."

As soon as these words came out, I almost worshiped myself to the point of admiration.

I am a naturally strict wife, and I have three fiancées at the same time. Not only did those fiancées not get beaten to death because of this, but they are even able to live in harmony and jointly hold the keys to the home. Although my status has not changed, Still not even a key.

Harold looked at me with eyes that turned from ambiguous to complicated, then turned to admiration, and finally, with some jealousy, he let out a soft breath.

So, the two of us continued chatting, chatting and walking towards his office.

The two of us chatted so congenially that I forgot about the pair of adventurers following behind me, holding weapons for me and wearing flattering smiles.

After entering the office, I remembered that there were two "followers" behind me. I quickly turned my head, took the weapon in my hands, and said with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work, both of you."

The two adventurers smiled brightly and said respectfully to me: "It's not hard, it's not hard. It's not hard at all when you do things for the adults."

I nodded cogently.

The two men left in a hurry with relief.

Harold looked at the backs of the two people and asked me: "I remember these two people should be members of my guild. Who are they...?"

I threw the weapon onto Harold's sofa, moved to the other side where it was empty, waved my hand, and said, "It's nothing, it's just a fake show of force. Don't take it seriously."

Harold didn't understand: "What do you mean by 'the fox pretends to be the tiger's power'?"

"Uh" I thought for a while and decided not to tell him this famous fable by quoting scriptures. Instead, I explained the original meaning of this idiom to him, so I organized my words and said, "This means, With the glory of your power, I have become noble, do you understand now?"

"Oh, that's it." Harold nodded and smiled: "I was still wondering when you met. It turns out that's what happened."

"By the way, where is Yura?" I remember not seeing her when I passed by the classroom before, so I couldn't help but ask, "Isn't she here?"

Harold said: "Yula is grading papers in her office. It will be finished later. Are you looking for her?"

I shook my head quickly: "No, no, no, just asking, just asking."

"Really just asking." Harold looked at me with a half-smile, his eyes filled with ambiguity again.

I spread my hands and said nothing. Sometimes, silence is more effective than explanation.

Harold stopped talking. Instead, he brought a pile of documents on the table to his eyes and reviewed them one by one.

I was curious, so I stepped forward and got closer.

The document was densely filled with words, and sometimes there were some symbols and graphics that I couldn't understand.

After reading it for about four or five minutes, I couldn't stand it any longer, because the things marked in several consecutive lines above had no connection at all, but they were still connected together. When I read it, they were completely irrelevant!

Seeing me watching, Harold smiled and said, "Can you understand?"

"I don't understand," I answered truthfully, "Although I can recognize most of the words above, but when they are put together, I don't understand what they mean."

Harold said: "It's normal if you can't understand it. This is not a sentence structure at all, but our guild's account expenditure."

"Ah?" I asked in surprise: "Account expenditure? So, this is an account book?"

Harold nodded and said: "The response was very quick. This is indeed our guild's account book. It records all the expenditures and income of the guild in the recent period."

I pointed to a few symbols and numbers on the notebook and asked, "What do these represent?"

Harold explained: "The material that represents my guild's recent income is the spider skin of the ghost-faced spider we fought together that day."

After hearing what he said, I took a closer look. Not to mention, it really looked like the skin of a ghost-faced spider. I couldn't help but admired: "Your symbols are really unique!"