Marriage is a Troublesome Matter

Chapter 102 Marriage is a Troublesome Matter

"Hey, stop looking in the mirror. I know you're pretty, but you can't be a daffodil."

Marcus waved his hand in front of the stunned Lorra, causing Jenny to hiss and say she was going to give him a Hellfire.

Lorra suddenly lowered her head, her face turning pale. She put down the mirror and gathered a strand of hair that had fallen behind her ear. "I'm fine. This mirror is very—unique. Perhaps it's related to the stars. If possible, I'd like to copy this star chart for research."

"You look very strange. Is there something wrong with the mirror?" Marcus keenly sensed the mage's barely perceptible fear and suspected that she was hiding something from him.

"Of course there's a problem. It's too ancient and mysterious. It's difficult for me to figure out its function with my own abilities alone." Lorra pretended to be calm, as countless ancient pieces of knowledge flooded her mind, giving rise to a multitude of thoughts.

The knowledge promised to her by the Smoke Mirror this time was the astrology of the Navatl civilization. This incredibly profound subject greatly shocked Lorthera, who was not good at prophetic magic.

The connection between fate and astrology —

But why would a lost ancient god take a liking to the honest warrior before him?

Lorthera considered for a moment, then made a condition: "Regarding the Cloak of Intelligence—I think it was indeed a poor decision. One hundred gold coins is far too little for its value. Do you need armor or magical protective gear?"

Unexpectedly, Marcus waved his hand: "No need, a loss is a loss, there's nothing wrong with that. I'll sell you this staff, and fifty gold coins can get you a decent set of armor, right? I want a set of Silverscale Breastplates."

"Fifty gold coins?"

"These things were earned through everyone's hard work, so I can't keep them for myself."

Although he single-handedly took down the snake-man sorcerer's den, Marcus still adhered to the original intention of the Rye Wine organization: there were no team management fees, no equipment repair costs, or other public expenses. Everyone earned their living through their own abilities, and the final rewards were divided equally.

Besides, the dwarves are good buddies, the drows are the housekeepers, and the priests are responsible for leading the way; each of them plays an irreplaceable role.

"Let me think of a way."

Marcus paid the deposit of fifty gold coins as agreed, showing little interest in Lorra's implied refusal of payment.

Free things are the most expensive, and he didn't want to owe the monk a favor.

"By the way, the golden scales, I heard that you posted the quest in the guild."

Lorthera's interest in the golden scales waned, but she still nodded in agreement: "Yes, thirty gold coins each."

"I can let you take a look at it first and study it for a couple of days, but the item still belongs to me, how about that?"

"Yes, but only a portion of the payment can be given; that's the rule." The monk nodded without hesitation.

"it is good."

[Task complete.]

Carrying a bag of brand-new 155 gold coins and the remaining gold ornaments, the warrior left happily, casually taking a bottle of wine that Jenny had specially obtained to express her gratitude for taking care of him along the way. He remarked that the little girl was actually quite sensible, just a bit stubborn.

"You're the one who's stubborn! Nobody's stubborner than you!"

"You're so good at complimenting people, it makes me feel a little embarrassed. Come visit me in my yard sometime, Trissy misses you, haha."

Watching Marcus's departing figure, Lorra pondered for a long time. She was unwilling to be manipulated by the Smoke Mirror; it was human nature.

But the gods' words, though seemingly stern, actually carried a playful meaning; binding fate together meant showing more care for the warriors.

As a non-standard mage, she wasn't overly averse to the matter. From another perspective, Yan Yanjing was the principal, and as a teacher who had signed a contract with the school, she naturally had an obligation to guide students onto the right path.

"Jenny."

"teacher."

Jenny's eyes sparkled, hoping the teacher would uphold justice for her and teach the stubborn girl a profound lesson.

Ignoring the student's gaze, Lorra ran her fingers over the smooth coating of the golden scales and said in a deep voice, "Tell me everything that happened to you in the Riverside Forest, without omitting any details."

Jenny puffed out her cheeks, then slumped onto the bar, mumbling, "That day, the three of them came to the Adventurers' Guild and ordered a bottle of ice-cold beer—"

Marcus was having trouble deciding who to sell this bag of gold ornaments. Usually, when the villagers found these treasures in the forest, they would ask Hank to help them find buyers at the dock.

Gold is a hard currency everywhere, and it can be melted down and sold for a large sum of money. However, the cultural premium that comes with it is difficult to estimate with market prices. For example, when auctioning antiques and cultural relics, some people do it to launder money, while others are genuinely passionate about ancient history.

He told the wandering Kuran about it, and his good friend patted his chest and said, "Forget about it. Unless you get these things to the north, they'll be worth the price of gold, and not even very high purity. They might be mixed with copper. They'll be worth at most a hundred gold coins."

"This is a huge bag of gold," Marcus emphasized.

No amount of gold can buy the heart of a beautiful woman.

It's disgusting to hear such words coming from the mouth of a lolicon pervert.

Marcus thought to himself that he would divide the money from the sale of the staff first, and that he would wait for another opportunity to sell the bag of gold ornaments.

Speaking of splitting the spoils equally—do the giant python helmet and bronze mirror I got in the Temple of Light and Shadow count as spoils?

Kuran coughed twice, clearing his throat. "Speaking of that woman you were with yesterday, Moraz's gaze towards her was a bit strange. Who is she?"

"Eileen Visi, Moraz's half-sister, I rescued her from the snake people, and I just wanted to discuss this with you."

Marcus told Kuran about his promise to Eileen. He also harbored a dream of adventure and was preparing to leave the town to travel around. Kuran, on the other hand, was willing to stay in the town and protect the peaceful lives of the villagers.

He believes that Kuran is the one who should have started this connection.

"Cooperation? —" Kuran fell into deep thought. He disliked the Visi family, but the reality was that they did not have enough military strength to fight against the civilized world attacking from the north, and he was well aware of this.

In many cases, reputation is more important than force. He can find people to help him get rid of the Moraz brothers, but who can guarantee what will happen afterward?

"But I have one condition."

Kuran's deep voice made Marcus feel uneasy, and he hesitated for a moment: "Could it be about that little girl—"

"This is just an intention, Marcus. Don't be so tense. I know she's still young."

"Okay, you go talk to Eileen, but you can't use this as leverage. That's my bottom line."

"A respectable friend, no one is more loyal than you, Marcus."

When the two went to the beer house together and told Eileen about his intention to propose, the aunt remained calm. She knew Kuran's central position in the town and, from the perspective of family interests, marrying a girl off was feasible.

"Who have you taken a fancy to? Edith is of marriageable age and is currently unmarried. She is a good girl and is very good at accounting and housework."

Kuran smiled shyly, and even a fierce dog wagged its tail when facing its aunt: "Your youngest niece, Doris."

Eileen was momentarily stunned. Was this even human language?