"At this point, why are you still pretending?"
Additionally, Miser noticed a detail in Herbert’s words.
The monastery he ntioned... is it the Mist Monastery that I know?
Upon recalling those rumors, Miser’s heart trembled slightly, and she watched Herbert with increasing caution.
Miser was also unsure if Herbert was normally introducing his background, or if he was deliberately hinting for her to behave.
It always felt that after dropping his feigned cold deanor, this Paladin actually beca more dangerous than before...
After pondering for a mont, Herbert retracted his dangerous gaze and spoke directly, "Miss Miser, you just said you wanted to repay ?"
The main act has arrived!
Miser’s heart tightened, knowing that the other party probably had already thought of a request; she secretly tensed her spirits, ready to face the challenge.
"Yes, Sir Herbert, please give a chance to repay you."
She didn’t use the phrase "willing to pay the price" like a at-cutting compensation technique, but instead adopted a humble attitude of "actively repaying."
The key is that I’m willing, please make sure to give the chance to repay you, sir leader.
Cleverness in action,
Herbert did not accept Miser’s proactive request but shook his head and said, "There’s no need for repaynt. I didn’t beco a Paladin to get repaid by those I help."
"You don’t need to worry that I’m pretending to refuse; this is my honest thought. Paladins fight for others, but more so for their own beliefs."
"A Paladin should never ask for returns based on gratitude; it was never supposed to be that way."
The white-haired Paladin spoke in a calm and firm tone, appearing extraordinarily candid, with a peaceful yet extrely powerful presence.
This attitude made the mushroom rchant nod slightly, relaxing a little internally, thinking that Herbert was indeed a qualified Paladin, not overstepping.
"Sir Herbert, compared to your great strength, I admire your noble character more."
"Hehe." Herbert lightly smiled, shook his head, and did not explain further.
Does he dislike talking?
No.
Herbert was pretending to be profound at this mont, just because if he said a few more sentences... he would be exposed!
Herbert spoke grandiose words, saying he wasn’t there for repaynt,
But in fact — hey, he had no choice back then!
Do you think I wanted to be a Paladin?
No!
Initially, the hardship in his heart, only he himself knew.
But such little secrets need not be told to outsiders, as long as he knows it himself.
Herbert harbors bitterness, but Herbert does not speak of it.
He shook his head and then said to the mushroom rchant, "No need to repay, but I want to make a deal with you... a fair trade."
By this ti, having been convinced of Herbert’s portrayed noble character, Miser reduced her vigilance considerably, patting her chest, saying, "Of course, that’s no problem at all. What kind of trade do you want to do with ?"
Herbert nodded and smiled, "I want you to serve ."
Hmm?
Why is he saying it again?
Is this Paladin a bit long-winded?
Miser froze for a mont, then nodded again, "Of course, I’d be delighted to serve you. There’s no problem at all with that! I just don’t know what you need to do?"
"As you know, I am an alchemist. I have lots of special potions that I have crafted myself here."
To increase persuasiveness, she waved her hand, and the carriage beside her moved on its own, slowly moving to the front of the two and quickly shaking.
Clank, clank, clank...
A few breaths later, the ornately decorated carriage had changed its appearance, transford into a luxurious stall filled with various bottled potions.
But compared to those potions flickering with varying ripples, Herbert was more interested in the shape-changing carriage itself.
Is it you, Autobot?
He observed carefully, surprisingly raising his eyebrows.
"Oh?"
Sowhat beyond his expectations, it seed the carriage was not a type of animate Automaton, but rather so kind of... mycelium amalgamation.
The material of the carriage itself was nothing special; the key was in the transformative "chanism."
A living chanism.
Specialized mycelium connected the two ends at the hinge, serving like hinges, controlling the carriage’s transformation.
"Sir Herbert, please look, these are all my works!"
As Herbert was observing the stall, Miser walked into it, jumped onto a specifically elevated stool, and began skillfully promoting her proud products.
"Whatever you want, I can offer it to you at a 20% discount... cough, cough, I almost forgot - 60% off."
She coughed slightly, using the mycelium to lift various potions, introducing them:
"If you want a potion to enhance your defense, I recomnd this one. It can give you defense comparable to petrified skin for thirty minutes, with the side effect of reducing speed a bit—cough, reducing it a bit more."
"Or, do you want to increase your physique? This one can give you the strength of a Giant Dragon for an hour... cough, almost comparable, overall not too much different, with the side effect of confusion during the effect."
"Still, do you need short-term magic power recovery? Poison resistance? Confounding your enemies? Affecting Demons..."
Entering the rchant state, Miser spoke about various mushroom potions with diverse effects in one breath, highly praising the effects of her products, and using talk to downplay their various side effects.
anwhile, Herbert quietly listened from the side, occasionally showing an interested expression with a light nod, making Miser’s performance even more enthusiastic.
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