Chapter 30: The Cheap Price of Ten Million Rents

  Considering the special favor of Qianzi Yilan, Adela hesitated for a moment and nodded to formally become Malong's female secretary, specializing in replacing Malong to type.

  Ah, something to do with the secretary, nothing to do... Cough, Ma Long is not so despicable and vulgar, at most he just teases Adela a little during breaks, and his purpose is only to win over this little secretary who can take dictation.

  Of course, in fact, on the first day, she had copied more than 600,000 characters, so according to the written contract signed by Marlon, after receiving a salary of 60 Lanters, Adela, who possessed the bloodline of the demon clan, absolutely did not intend to give up this job.

  Sixty rand, ordinary people work hard for a month and it's still difficult to earn that much!

  So, in order to make herself more useful, Adela took the initiative to undertake the task of teaching cultural knowledge as a home tutor for the two little girls, Amy and Annie.

  "Adela, who taught you all this... knowledge?"

  Adela, who seemed very relaxed and up to the task of being a home tutor, was asked curiously by Marlon.

  "My mom gave it to me."

  Adela's answer was strange. At least Marlon didn't understand it, so he took this answer as Adela's knowledge that her mother had taught her.

  But thinking of Custerheim's data, it only said that he came to Baisha City with his daughter, and there was no content about Adela's mother. Marlon finally nodded slightly and said: "Adela, help me teach them well, I will give you a salary of 30 lanters per month as a family teacher."

  Thirty rand can indeed hire a home tutor, because this profession usually includes accommodation and meals.

  At present, Ma Long cannot see Adela's talent as a home tutor, so he will not offer a higher salary - this has nothing to do with exploitation, but is simply a fair payment for work.

  "What? No, no need! I've already taken so much money from you, how can I still take this..."

  Adela's eyes widened in surprise. In her opinion, Marlon didn't have to pay extra for her family tutor.

  However, Adela's excuses were cut off by Malong: "Adela, don't you want to let yourself and your father live a better life?"

  Adela nodded subconsciously, and then Malong ended the conversation with a straightforward sentence: "So, it's settled! After paying, you should get returns, this is a rule that even gods can't defy!"

  After finishing speaking, Ma Long turned around and left, leaving Adela standing stupidly in place.

  "Is it true? After paying out, should one get a return, is this an unbreakable rule even for gods?"

  Adela repeated Marlon's words in a low voice, her purple-gold eyes filled with a bewildered expression, and she fell into deep thought.

  It wasn't until much later that Adela's low muttering was heard again: "Mom, it's a pity you can't hear me, or else you would definitely be very happy, right? Mom, I miss you so much..."

  "Adela, would you mind bringing the manuscript I've organized to me downstairs? I'm going to make a trip to the publishing house. Can you stay home and teach Amy and Anwei some knowledge?"

  Ma Long's voice came from the small living room downstairs into Adela's ears.

  "Ah, okay!" Ma Long's shout finally woke Adela up from her daze and thoughts of her mother: "Please wait, I'll be right down!"

  Soon, Adela handed over the well-organized manuscript to Malong's hands.

  And Ma Long was being comforted by a little fox girl who was holding onto his hem and refused to let go.

  "Emmie, I have something very important to do for a while, so I won't be able to take you shopping with me. How about this? After I'm done with this busy period, I'll set aside one day just to play with you, and we can go wherever you want!"

  Although Ma Long apologized and made a wish, the little fox girl with her mouth pouted still didn't intend to let go, but instead stared at him with her big, cute sapphire-blue eyes full of suspicion.

  No choice, Ma Long coaxed for a long time and finally made a "huge concession" of telling an extra bedtime story every day, only then did the little fox girl let go.

  It's okay now, with Adela helping to type and climb lattices, Ma Long can easily squeeze out this time.

  Still the crazy crowded tram, but Malong had asked Evna to help him get a steam motorcycle, and by the time he went to the publishing house, he should be able to ride it back - no choice, the price of steam cars was still a bit expensive, so for now, he would have to settle for a steam motorcycle that was a bit windy.

  After wasting almost two hours on the road, Ma Long finally appeared at the intersection of Banmu Buke Street, tidying up his wrinkled clothes that had been squeezed on the bus. He held a thick stack of manuscripts in a cowhide paper file bag and walked slowly towards the direction of Feicuiwen Chapter Publishing House.

  Bamboo Brook Street, located in the most prosperous central area of Baisha City, not only has a continuous stream of cars and horses on the street, but also saw many buildings under construction or renovation along the way.

  The sounds of human voices, horse bells and steam whistles filled the air with incessant din; mixed with the smell of building dust and rust, the steam spread all over the street without dispersing——whether it was heard or smelled, it was full of a steampunk version of prosperity.

  Through the crowds, Ma Long finally saw the two-story building of Feicuiwen Publishing House. The several buildings next to it had disappeared and a white land of at least 300 square meters was cleared out.

  Undoubtedly this is banker Solus, selecting a site for his new headquarters of the Solus Bank.

  "What a big handwriting, buying such a large piece of land in this area is not something that can be done with just a few dollars! Now, even I couldn't help but suspect, was this guy really squeezed by the bank on the verge of bankruptcy?"

  Ma Long couldn't help but start muttering under his breath.

  Continue to move forward, and soon Malong saw what he should see - a large group of people with at least over a thousand in number, occupying the 300 square meters of white land in a loose circular shape.

  Alright, putting on a seemingly curious expression, Ma Long squeezed into the crowd.

  "The crowd of onlookers was huge", not only in the earthly world where believers were numerous, but also in this god-infested otherworld, there were countless followers, so it wasn't easy for Malong to finally squeeze into the innermost circle.

  Then, Ma Long finally saw the object being surrounded.

  An old and sorrowful holy warrior.

  The object of the encirclement was a holy warrior clad in tattered, classical full-body armor without any insignia of a sect. He looked old and sorrowful, hugging a thick, mysterious ancient book that was at least half a foot thick, squatting on the ground with a white cloth laid out before him, about the width of a palm and several meters long, inscribed with fist-sized characters.

  One hundred thousand Rand, selling sacred books at a low price!

  That's right, it was written on the white cloth spread on the ground.