Chapter 312 Not a Masochist

The joke ended here, I asked Harold: "How did you do with your transformation mission?"

Harold said: "It's not as perfect as when you joined, but everything went smoothly."

"Listen to what you said, isn't there a guy in your team who is stronger than me?" I asked in a joking tone.

"What do you think of your score? In the warrior circle, there are very few people who are better than you." Harold said: "But those who are stronger than you are not as flexible in thinking as you, and their methods of fighting monsters are also quite satisfactory. Basically, the monster was dead before I even got what I needed."

"That's it." I laughed and said, "It seems that the strong guys in your guild are all good students who graduated from school."

Harold frowned and said, "Well, I don't object to what you say. The elites in the guild are indeed from school, and they learn the most effective fighting methods. However, this so-called effective fighting method may not be suitable for all situations.”

"So," I said, "all flashy and unrealistic things are paper tigers. Only those things that can be truly used and mastered are good things."

Harold was noncommittal.

After sitting for a while, I asked, "Do you know Dewey?"

His eyes were a little uncertain and he asked, "Which Dewey?"

"The one who designed and built airships."

"I don't know him, but I've heard of it."

I raised my eyebrows and said, "So, he is really a celebrity!"

"More than just a celebrity," Harold said seriously, "He is one of the richest men in the entire Zephyr Continent."

I nodded thoughtfully: "Oh~ That's it."

He was a little confused: "Huh? Haven't you heard of it?"

"I've heard of it, of course I've heard of it."

Harold naturally exhaled. Before he could finish his breath, I said again, "I just heard what you said."

As a result, he suppressed his words forcefully, choking and staring.

I looked at his embarrassment and laughed.

Harold took a while to catch his breath and said, "How come you haven't even heard of his identity? Just for a moment, I was still thinking that you simply don't look like a person from this world."

"Ouch, I made you guess!" I yelled and said, "I really am not from this world."

"Stop teasing me," Harold said, "You are not from this world, how can you be from that world?"

I snorted and said: "Forget it, I won't tease you anymore. Let me tell you, I am actually a child from a remote mountain village. Later, the villagers got the plague inexplicably and they all died. What a coincidence. Yes, the plague was of no use to me, so I managed to survive. Before I became an adventurer, I had been wandering, not to mention these experiences, and I had never even had a full meal."

Harold looked at me sympathetically and said, "Your journey has been really difficult."

"Isn't it?" I shook my head and sighed, with a sad expression: "Don't listen to those people who live in vain and say that homeless people are well-informed. Damn it, they are talking bullshit! I don't even have the place where I live. They don’t have any, and they often don’t even have a full meal. They are always thinking about how to survive, and there is no time to learn more.”

Harold's sympathetic expression remained the same, and gradually became thicker. For a child of a wealthy family with a noble status, who has never experienced any humble living environment, what I am telling you is just telling a legendary story.

While he listened with great interest, he also lamented the twists and turns of my life. In fact, most of what I said was true, and I was indeed miserable during those days. No matter what, when I traveled through time, the whole village They were all wiped out by the mysterious power of my left arm, and the village was extremely poor. Even after digging through the earth, I only found less than two gold coins. To use a fashionable saying, I was simply poor in those days. To fly.

However, less than half of these words are false. They are all the remaining memories of this white-haired boy. They are of little use, but they can be used to tell beautiful nostalgic stories.

Harold was still fascinated by what he heard.

After listening to my story, Harold let out a long sigh, stood up, handed me a glass of water, and said, "It's really not easy for you!"

I shook my head and said with a smile: "It's not as uncertain as you said. Look at me, aren't I living a good life now?"

"By the way," Harold said suddenly, "Has your guild's address been chosen?"

"It's been chosen," I said, "It's at my home."

"Using your home as the guild address?" Harold thought for a moment and said, "Isn't it a bit too narrow? What if there are more people in the future? Have you thought about it?"

"Don't worry, there won't be many people." I waved my hand and said, "I'm not like you. Everyone has a great cause and sets up a large guild to show off. I don't have any ambitions. I just want to live my own small life. That’s it.”

"True contentment," Harold said with a smile, "It is good to be content with one's content. Those who are content with what they have are always happy."

"Do you have enough money to repair the facade?" Harold asked again: "If not, I can help you think of a way."

"Hey, do you mean to help me?" I chuckled and said, "That's so embarrassing."

"What's the shame?" Harold said, "Aren't we friends?"

"It's just because we are friends that I'm embarrassed. Don't ask for it~" Then, I came to a magical twist: "If you are heart-burning because of the money, first get me two to three million gold coins as pocket money."

Harold waved his hands repeatedly: "Don't take me for granted. I'm not so rich that I spend two to three million gold coins as pocket money."

"Look, I scared you. I was just talking, and I didn't really plan to ask you for the money." I smiled and said, "If I really wanted the money, I wouldn't have asked you. I would have asked Master Hall directly." How convenient.”

Harold suddenly asked me mysteriously: "Let me ask you, what is your relationship with Master Hall?"

"Want to know?" A sly smile appeared on his face.

He nodded, looking expectant.

"Hahahaha, actually there is no romantic relationship between me and him." I laughed mischievously.

Harold frowned and said, "That's true, but I feel like he knows a lot about you. Could it be that you have some unknown background?"

"Come on." I admired Harold's imagination a little: "Look at the equipment I have now, except for this pair of gauntlets, together they are not worth the price of two silver coins. If I could make Huo Huo Master Er looked at me with suspicion, who would wear such cheap and shabby clothes? I am not a masochist."