Chapter 1118 It’s Going To Be A Long Journey, A Long Journey…
“I didn’t expect this ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’ to have an effect on a knight’s advancement!”
“If this really is the case, then 10,000 copper coins is very worthwhile for a knight!”
The customers looked at the ecstatic young knight, and suddenly understood why the handsome young knight who was the first to try was so excited. He had most likely discovered the effect ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’ had on advancement.
“You… You take a look. Is my hair growing out? Just the scalp, this patch on the scalp.” A man with a bald patch on his head tugged his companion sitting next to him agitatedly.
That companion took a glance and his eyes widened. He stood up from his chair immediately. “Wow, it’s really growing!”
This childhood buddy of his had been losing hair since young. He had already had a bald patch on his head when he just reached adulthood. Now, he only had a ring of hair left at the sides, which made the center look even balder.
But the patch that had already been bald for 10-odd years had fine hair growing out of it right now. Even though the hairs looked slightly transparent like baby hair now, they were really there.
“My heavens!”
The middle-aged man touched his face in astonishment. He only touched his head carefully after some time. Different from the usual bald touch, there was a hairy feel now.
For so many years, there was nothing on it. Now, there was actually regrowth.
“I really don’t know how to thank you, Boss Mag. You gave me rebirth.” The middle-aged man stood up and bowed toward the kitchen, feeling very agitated.
d.a.m.n! It actually has a promotional effect for hair growth! The strapping bald guy who’d failed to order the ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’ earlier looked at that agitated middle-aged man enviously.
Those who had a hair loss problem among the customers widened their eyes.
Although 10,000 copper coins was not a small sum, if it could resolve the hair loss problem and let the hair grow again, it wouldn’t hurt to have a few more bowls.
“Boss, should we order one bowl to try?” Mond, who was sitting outside of the restaurant, whispered to Sargeras.
Kiel and the guys looked at one another’s bald heads with an inexplicable look in their eyes.
They had forgotten how it was like to have hair—it was more distant then their memory could reach. Talking about it now was indeed very tempting.
“Hair? Huh, it’s just a useless bother.” Sargeras smirked nonchalantly. He touched his big bald head, and proudly said, “This is the signature of us, lava demons. It’s a signature that others cannot imitate or surpa.s.s.”
The demons looked at Sargeras, feeling very proud instantly. Even their bald heads looked much nicer to one another.
“Boss, is it because we cannot afford it?” Mond mumbled softly.
“Cannot afford it?” Sargeras smirked again as he slammed a flat money bag on the table. With a complex expression, he said, “We really cannot afford it.”
“But, do you think it is worth it to pay the price of 50 roujiamos just for a little bit of hair?” Sargeras’s gaze swept across them.
“Not worth it!”
The demons all shook their heads with a determined gaze.
Hair was nothing compared to the holy roujiamo!
“What is our goal?”
“To give each and every demon in our tribe a chance to eat roujiamo!” all the demons said in unison.
Sargeras bit into the roujiamo in his hands, and worriedly said, “It’s going to be a long journey, a long journey…”
All the demons lowered their heads shamefully and continued to eat their roujiamos. They no longer talked about ‘Buddha jumps over the wall’.
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“My hair, it’s really growing.” Standing in front of the bejewelled mirror, Adams gazed at his reflection in the mirror. Fine hair was growing on his bald head.
The light blonde hair was almost transparent. The hairs were short and soft, but in Adams’s eyes, they were glowing like gold.
“They are coming out now. When they get longer, I will really have hair. This is fantastic!” Adams looked at himself in the mirror for a long time and laughed in a daze.
If he hadn’t still had a thread of sanity left, he would have announced to the world that he, Adams, finally had hair again.
“Now I have hair again, and my power has advanced to the 4th-tier. I will be giving Father a huge surprise tomorrow, right?” A brilliant smile appeared on Adams’ face.
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In the brightly lit Gould Manor, the servants were busy with the preparation for tomorrow’s banquet.
A bald man wearing luxurious black clothes was standing on a platform as he loudly said, “Check the banquet’s arrangements again. I have invited most of Chaos City’s gentry tomorrow to witness the end of our three-year agreement. Of course, it is also the moment when I will formally introduce my successor to them. It has to be grand.”
Charney, the patriarch of the Gould Family and one of the top 10 tyc.o.o.ns in Chaos City.
He only had a son, Adams. Hence, he had alway been trying to groom him as the successor of the Gould Family and an outstanding businessman.
But since Adams was young, he had totally no interest in doing business. Instead, he was very interested in the knights’ arts and ways which were only meant to improve his physical health initially.
To make Adams return to the family business willingly, Charney had made a three-year agreement with him three years prior. If Adams failed to be a 4th-tier knight three years later, he had to come back to inherit the family’s fortune. If he had advanced to the 4th-tier successfully, he would no longer interfere with Adams’ effort to become a knight.
At first, he was still a little worried—with Adams’ natural gift, he might succeed in advancing within these three years.
However, the good news was that his power was still stuck after three years. He was still a 3rd-tier knight.
The Gould Family has been doing business for generations, and we don’t have the natural gift to become a knight. This boy is dreaming when he is trying to become a mid-tier knight. He will learn how to do business with me in the future and take over the Gould Family’s fortune. Charney was smiling smugly as if he had already seen the lively banquet for tomorrow. His wish was finally coming true, and he could retire soon.
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“Warden, the damaged equipment has all been repaired, and we have doubled the prison guards for patrol, as per your instructions,” the deputy warden reported to Wisely. He glanced at Rex who was standing close by, and softly said, “Warden, is he… really a deputy warden now?”
“This is the appointment order signed by the city lord. If you have any questions, you are free to clarify them with the city lord’s castle.” Wisely took out an appointment letter and unfurled it in front of the deputy warden. Then, he glanced at Rex with a complex expression, and said, “Furthermore, don’t you feel safer with him around?”