Naturally, Maledona couldn't be a dark alchemist. What he used in exchange was the most common gold coins. That was why he looked so distressed. In just a quarter of an hour, he had spent a total of four thousand gold coins.
One had to know that the dwarf could only earn less than two hundred gold coins a year on the sea. Including some other gray income, it was no more than three thousand gold coins. In other words, he had been running for more than a year in vain.
"Hey, wait, what kind of gray income can be so exaggerated?" Rob was very surprised. Three thousand gold coins a year was equal to the tax of some small and medium-sized towns.
The dwarf scratched his head. "Well, it's just some import and export trade. They're all very common things." The dwarf said the latter half of the sentence with a guilty conscience.
"For example?"
"For example, our side's mithril, the human side's magic devices, the elves' moonlight and so on. Alas, in fact, the orc's cat girl is also very profitable, but I'm a man who has tender feelings for the fairer sex. I won't do human trafficking even if the profits are high."
Luo Bu sucked in a breath of cold air. So it turned out that this fellow was just a pretense to cover up his smuggling activities. Although Luo Bu lacked common sense, he knew that the items he mentioned were all strategic goods that the various races were strictly prohibited from exiting.
Maledona was also a little puzzled. "Although I'm dealing with these things, the amount I'm dealing with each time isn't too big. I can understand if it alarms the local security forces, but why did even the Royal Knights come out this time? And why is that old man with the pointy hat behind them so ruthless? Judging from the scene just now, he must have thrown a small forbidden spell. Damn it, even an eighth grade Magister, a creature rarer than a unicorn, has appeared. Why am I so unlucky? I lost such a large sum of money for nothing and even exposed the secret that the Luck Goddess can fly. "
The dwarf prince was very depressed. He sat in the same place and kept sighing, so he ignored the wonderful expression on Rob's face.
Speaking of which, the teenager who had just escaped from the tiger's mouth had always been puzzled about one thing. That was, at the last moment, why did the dwarf suddenly pull out his sword and help a stranger at the cost of offending the entire Lionheart Empire?
It was not until this moment that he suddenly realized.
So … all of this was just a misunderstanding?
Rob didn't know that he had accidentally boarded a smuggling boat. Maledona also didn't expect that one of the two passengers he had picked up was the future of the human race, the future Supreme Magus Your Honor.
It could only be said that the dwarves had been unlucky in recent years and were fated to meet with such a calamity.
Seeing a group of Royal Knights charging towards him aggressively, Maladona had a guilty conscience. His first reaction was of course that his dirty deeds had finally been exposed. He dared not have any wishful thinking. He jumped up as fast as he could and steered the boat away, fearing that he would be caught red-handed if he was a second late.
In short, the cause and effect of the matter had basically been sorted out.
At the same time, Your Honor, the future Supreme Magister, made a wise decision. He decided to bury the truth in his heart forever.
"In our line of work, it's inevitable to encounter such a situation. I've implicated you this time." The innocent Dwarf Prince still didn't know that the culprit who caused his heavy loss was now standing beside him with an innocent face. He still felt a little guilty towards Rob. "Sigh, they all saw you board my boat and probably count you as one of my people. There might be some trouble in the future. You can't go back to Port Labrador, and it's best not to go to some of the larger human cities in the near future. How about this, as an apology, I can send you to a place you want to go."
Maledona paused for a moment, then invited the teenager enthusiastically. "You look like you've gotten into some trouble recently. Why don't you come with me to the elves' hometown, Uradir? There are a lot of long-legged elven girls there. Although your looks are still a distance away from mine, you're not too bad compared to ordinary people. When the time comes, form a girl duo with me. With our combined strength, we can definitely sweep Uradir!"
"But I don't have any money on me," Rob said honestly.
He would be lying if he said he wasn't tempted by the dwarf's proposal. After finally obtaining the freedom that he had been dreaming of for a long time, of course he wanted to travel around, see the outside world, and experience the customs of different places.
However, when he escaped from the magic tower, he didn't bring a penny with him. It wasn't because he forgot. Your Honor, the future Supreme Magister, still had this bit of common sense. He was just worried that he would fall into Demain's trap again.
That time in Mikral City, he hid in the wine cellar of a manor, prepared a large amount of dry food and water, and planned to fight a protracted battle. The teenager thought that all this was done secretly, and Steins hadn't released the Great Tracking Spell on him at that time. He was completely confident that he could escape from the search of the Supreme Magister Demain.
However, reality was always incomparably cruel. After persevering for less than half a day, he once again saw the vice principal's treacherous old face at the door of the wine cellar.
At that moment, the future Supreme Magister Your Honor only felt that his world view had completely collapsed. His whole person was completely dumbfounded. He couldn't understand how Demain found him in such a short time.
The truth was not revealed until half a year later, when the vice-principal accidentally spilled the beans when he was drunk. Only then did the young man realize that the old bastard had secretly cast a locator spell on one of his socks after he failed to escape for the first time.
And after that, because Rob couldn't stand the force-feeding method of education, he had planned to escape eighteen times in succession. Every time he was caught, he would carefully reflect on the mistakes he had made during that period, concentrating on studying where he had not done well enough and where he could improve.
He always thought that the reason for his failures was his lack of experience. That was why he had always been at a disadvantage in the battle of wits and courage against Vice Principal Demain, who was already more than a hundred years old.
Who would have thought that the dignified and righteous Grand Sorcerer would not even "compete fairly" with him. From the beginning to the end, the old man had been cheating. Not only was he cheating, what was even more shameful was that the old man was also good at acting. Sometimes, he clearly knew where he was hiding, but he just had to dawdle a bit to create the illusion that he had just found him.
Damn it! Demain, are you a f * cking psycho?!! The teenager roared in his mind.
From then on, Rob understood one thing. When he escaped again, he could not take anything extra. Whether it was magic devices, money, or clothes, he would either leave them in the magic tower, or pack them up and leave them with the third prince.
Therefore, the teenager basically left with nothing. Even the servant clothes he was wearing were provided by the third prince out of friendship. After leaving Shermie's little treasury, the future Supreme Magister Your Honor finally tasted the feeling of being poor again after so many years.
What was worse was that Luo Bu didn't have the means to sell himself. As a sixth-grade Quasi Great Wizard, it was all too easy for him to earn money. However, he could only blame himself for being too famous. It was impossible to find another sixth-grade Quasi Great Wizard as young as him in the entire Dawn Continent.
Now that he had escaped, he would definitely be in the headlines.
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