Watching Nash effortlessly slaughter those wolves, William felt like he was in a dream.
"It’s done. You can return now," Nash said, leisurely picking up the loot drops.
White wolves were a 3-star danger monster.
Each of the wolves gave him 3 rits, with the wolf leader giving him 5 rits.
The drops weren’t bad either.
Although they were still raw materials, they were tier 1 mid-grade, costing tens of rit points in the Lantern Shelter.
After picking up everything, Nash returned to his spot and continued cooking his barbecue.
"That—can you tell your na?" William asked curiously.
When he sent the rit points, Nash’s identity was in private mode.
In the Dark Plane, although one couldn’t disguise their identity, they could still set their Dark Plane panel to private mode, staying anonymous during transactions.
With Nash’s face covered by a mask, William didn’t have any idea what civilization he was even from.
Wanting to know more about this mysterious person, He couldn’t help but ask.
"It’s none of your concern." Nash shook his head, not wanting anyone to know his identity.
"I’m William Stanley, one of the successor of the Stanley family. Can you give so contact info so I can repay you for saving my life?" William still insisted.
"No need. You already paid . You owe nothing."
"Then... can I at least know what to call you?"
"Noir... you can call Noir," Nash said after a mont, thinking of the na he used to earn his first pot of gold.
"Noir. That’s good." Finally getting what he wanted, William sat beside him, eyeing his barbecue greedily.
"What are you doing? Aren’t you going back to the Lantern Shelter?" Nash frowned, seeing that this lightbulb was still here.
"I’m hungry..."
"So?"
"So, can I—"
"Stop. This is my al!" Nash quickly refused.
It had taken him countless deer to spawn these golden ats; how could he just share it with a stranger?
Eating at from the loot drop of Dark Beasts was not only delicious but also helped increase his void saturation rate.
Indulging his desires while growing stronger, Nash had even brought a complete set of seasonings on his trip.
"I can pay."
"Pay? Fine, 100 rits per stick," Nash said shalessly.
A piece of white deer at is only sold for a few rits.
With each stick containing only a chunk, his price was sky-high.
"Give 3 sticks!"
[William Stanley sent you 300 rits]
[Do you accept?]
"You’re too rich," Nash muttered, speechless, as he accepted the rits.
rits weren’t like Void Crystals that could be mined.
They could only be obtained by hunting Dark Beasts in the Dark Plane.
Paying hundreds of rits without blinking, Nash could only guess that William ca from a powerful family.
"If you’ve got so many rits, why not use them to strengthen yourself?" Nash asked while preparing his share of food.
"My father didn’t allow to."
"He said I need to conquer a three-star danger zone before I can advance further." William pouted.
Having money but not being allowed to use it was the most painful thing.
"Do they worry about your life?"
"No, I have this treasure," William smiled, showing him a bracelet.
"What’s that?"
"It’s a Bracelet of Protection. Dropped from a Tier 7 Dark Beast."
"Tier 7 Dark Beast?"
The rank of Dark Beasts corresponded to the rank of Void Warriors.
A Tier 7 Dark Beast was already comparable to a Void War Saint, second only to a Void War God.
For such a rare drop to be given to a kid, William’s family seed stronger than he thought.
"If you had such a treasure, then why still need help?"
"Uh—if it activated, I’d be punished by my father," William muttered in fear.
Thinking of the hellish training he’d undergone, he couldn’t help but tremble.
Seeing his reaction, Nash stopped asking.
Soon after, the barbecue was fully cooked, and he gave William his portion.
Taking a bite, William couldn’t help but close his eyes in delight.
"Hmm... Delicious!"
Taking another bite, William felt Nash’s cooking skills were top-notch.
Devouring the rest of his share, he looked at the food still in Nash’s hand.
"Give five more!" William shouted, sending over another 500 rits.
"Tsk. Here you go," Nash said, generously accepting the paynt.
Although he only cooked a dozen sticks, passing up an opportunity like this would be a sin.
A hundred rits were already worth hours of his hunting trip.
Earning them with just a bit of barbecue was way too profitable.
Finally, after eating all the food, William couldn’t help but burp.
"Too delicious! You’re way better than the stubborn old chefs in our house!" William praised without holding back.
"Don’t flatter ..."
In this world, there was also a profession called a Chef.
Coming from such a noble family, the chefs in William’s house could only be professionals.
As for himself, even with the help of the [Autonomous Module System], Nash was barely a Tier 1 Chef.
"Your cooking is still the best. How about you work for ?" William asked, thinking it was a bright idea.
With Nash’s combat skills and superb cooking, William would be set for life.
"No," Nash refused flatly.
"You can na your price."
"Unless you give 100,000 rits a day, you’ll never hire ."
"100,000 rits?" William backed down imdiately after hearing the number.
Although he was loose with money, he still understood its value.
Paying 10,000 rits to save his life and a few hundred for a al was fine.
But hiring soone for 100,000 rits per day? That wasn’t happening.
With that amount, he could already hire a Void Venerate for a month.
From Void Warrior to Void Commander, then Void General, and finally Void Venerate—
With such a difference in strength and rank, even if he were willing to hire Nash, his family wouldn’t agree.
Shutting up, William began thinking of an alternative.
"How about you beco my tutor? With your fighting skills, I can pay 10,000 Void Crystals per hour!" William offered. As his tutor, Nash could still cook for him, right?
Furthermore, Void Crystals were more flexible to use.
Even if he burned through millions of them, his family wouldn’t even blink.
Praising his own wit, William looked at Nash with anticipation.
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