Because he didn’t have enough money, he even owed her several hundred thousand silver coins.
"Hahaha, phit, don’t worry... I won’t default on my debts... Hahahaha, you’ve actually moved all your belongings here, that’s so cool, phit, you’re really a good person, I just knew you must have fallen in love with right? Otherwise, you wouldn’t let freeload like this..."
phit’s indifferent expression did not change much.
She and Molly were both ice-cold beauties, only that Molly leaned more towards being serious and rarely smiled, while phit was cold and kept people at a distance.
"Please don’t misunderstand," she said calmly. "I brought them only because I am afraid they would be stolen after I leave."
Rod exclaid in surprise, "Such things happen? Can’t the Internal Affairs Court catch the thief?"
"They don’t care."
"That can’t be right, I’ve spent so ti at the Internal Affairs Court, and I’m quite familiar with several Judgent Masters. Cases of stealing spiritual materials are given high priority, and they would send out skilled crows to investigate; they are usually able to solve them."
"They don’t care about ."
Rod fell silent for a few seconds, then ventured, "They don’t care about any cri against you?"
"Yes."
Rod was inwardly somber as he realized that the discrimination against phit in the Royal City was quite profound; nobody wanted the child prophesied as the Son of Destruction to live comfortably within the Royal City.
But he laughed loudly and approached her with big strides:
"Hahaha, isn’t that convenient? Doesn’t it an I could force myself on you and not get arrested?"
phit’s eyes turned icy, and a cold aura fluctuated around her.
But Rod just gave her a polite hug, whispering in her ear.
"Don’t worry, here, I’ll take care of you."
phit didn’t say anything, but the spreading Cold Ice behind her dissipated.
After a brief silence,
phit suddenly said,
"Could you please stop letting your hand slide further down?"
"Uh haha, sorry sorry, it wasn’t intentional. As everyone knows, I am an honorable gentleman, it’s just the influence of gravity pulling my hand down and no matter how hard I struggle, I can’t escape..."
phit disregarded his excuse and turned to leave his room.
No sooner had phit left that Molly ca into his room.
She frowned the mont she encountered the residual chill in the air.
"Commander, she is an ominous taboo-breaker, don’t get too close to her."
Rod laughed, "Molly, that’s prejudice. The ominous Calamity Curse is just one of many curses artificially branded on her, and besides, before setting out, the Silver Oath sealed her Calamity Curse. Now the curse that’s active is a different one, and it poses no harm to us."
Molly looked at Rod seriously.
"Did she tell you that?"
"Er... Is sothing wrong?"
"Do you know about the prophecy of the Son of Destruction?"
"I do... but isn’t that a conspiracy? The Great Prophet Iyeta herself denied it, and the only servant who spread the prophecy was murdered. I think it’s a conspiracy by the Doomsday believers to strike down human geniuses. Once I unearth them all, the truth will surely co to light."
Molly’s gaze beca sharp as she said icily:
"Did she tell you that she is the pri suspect in the Grey Street Massacre?"
"Do you know she is suspected of murdering the previous generation’s finest crafts Master in the Royal City, Mahara, and stealing her crafting abilities? Do you know she vilely stole the victims’ relief funds, causing the families of hundreds of victims to starve in the slums?"
"Do you really understand why she is so hated?"
Rod was startled and hesitated, "She told her uncontrollable abilities caused the deaths of many people..."
Molly revealed a rare cold smile.
"Uncontrollable abilities? She’s lying again, she is a witch that harms others. From now on, I won’t allow you to get close to her, all commands will be conveyed through ."
Rod furrowed his brow, "What’s really going on?"
Molly coldly said, "You’ll know eventually."
Rod replied dissatisfied, "Molly, I am the Commander; you have no right to restrict my actions unless you tell the reason."
"Sorry, unless I have approval from the Internal Affairs Court, I cannot freely disclose case details. Commander, if you are in need of won, I can make a request to the Royal City."
Rod’s attention was imdiately piqued, "That’s possible? There’s such a thing? What if the Commander is a female?"
"n can also be requested."
Rod struggled for a mont, "Then put in a request for ... no no no, that’s not right, how can I, an honorable gentleman, do such a thing?"
Molly said indifferently, "If you wish, you can co to for such needs."
"You?"
Rod looked her up and down.
Molly was tall and slender, with exquisite curves and delicate features. Her eyes were like paintings, and her beauty was like a blooming flower.
But her expression was too serious, her eyes coldly rational, her gaze stern, and her face icy. There wasn’t a trace of gentleness or shyness, no cuteness or bashfulness—she looked more like a strict class headmistress.
She was not at all what Rod had in mind for an ideal partner.
"Forget it, I am not a desperate lecher, cough cough cough... Molly, you are outstanding, and I have always held great respect for you. How could I possibly harbor such inappropriate thoughts?"
Molly’s expression remained unchanged, as if the previous conversation had never happened, and she continued:
"The logistical supplies from the Royal City and those I purchased have arrived, but I found that so of the supplies have spoiled and the quantities are incorrect. This must be sabotage by the opposition."
Rod’s face darkened. Since the last attack, he had anticipated such incidents would follow.
"I have preserved evidence and reported the matter to the Supre Council and the Military War Departnt, but it will take so ti before there are any results. I will use funds to purchase the missing portion, but if this continues, our expenses will far exceed our budget."
Rod stroked his chin, thought for a mont, then asked, "Molly, from whom do we purchase our supplies?"
"Various workshops in the Royal City, chambers of comrce, or individual artisans."
"Do the Mahara rchants also deal in such trades?"
"Yes, the Mahara rchants are a group, led by Mahara himself."
"Do they have a strong backing?"
"Very strong."
"Then tell them that we can only buy their rchandise with the money we borrowed from them."
Molly looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Rod smiled slightly and finished what he had been about to say.
"But I demand cash on delivery."
Molly was silent for a mont before she grasped his aning.
If the Mahara rchants were willing to do business this way, then they would certainly not allow the opposition to damage their goods.
Otherwise, how would they get paid upon delivery?
It ant that Rod had negotiated a deal for free protection by setting specific buying conditions, thus shifting the conflict.
Molly’s gaze beca complex.
This young Commander not only possessed the incomprehensible Fire Spark but also held unimaginable wisdom.
Theodore, is this within your calculations as well?
"Okay."
Molly agreed to it.
"I’ll go and discuss it with the rchants’ Leader."
Rod said with a smile, "Rember to use your arrogant and aloof tone, and casually show off our great achievents. If all goes well, there will be deeper cooperation between us."
From Rod’s words, Molly sensed a confidence in his strategies, and a shadow of the boundless wisdom similar to that of the Great Prophet Theodore.
In an instant, she resolved that, no matter what, she could not allow that Witch to get close to Rod again.
He was their new star, their hope.
As Molly was about to stand up and leave, Rod added:
"Oh, and if the negotiations are successful, sell the logistical supplies provided by the Royal City and purchase everything from the rchant’s hands to prevent tampering."
Molly remained silent.
Rod said with a laugh, "Molly, it’s not that I’m afraid of them. I just don’t want to be entangled with them at this ti. Once I light the Fire Spark in Star Town and return to the Royal City, none of them will be able to escape."
Molly remained silent for a mont, then softly replied, "I understand."
She opened the door, and the brighter light cast a beautiful silhouette of her figure.
Rod suddenly noticed she was wearing Commander’s trousers and asked, "What about the Wind Black Silk?"
Molly turned to look at him and answered briefly, "I am wearing it."
Rod covered his forehead, no wonder he had felt sothing odd these past few days.
"Molly, you don’t wear trousers over the Black Silk; it should be paired with a long coat or a short skirt... uh, I’m not being a leacher, I’m just worried you’ll tear the outer trousers in battle. The Wind Black Silk as an equipnt piece provides quite good leg protection..."
Bang.
Without a word, Molly closed the door and left.
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