Chapter 200: Such an IQ is only worth 5 hamburgers.

“What is this? How can it be so delicious?”

“This is the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten in my life. The chef who made this must be the best chef among humans, right? Is it one of those master chefs who cook specifically for nobles?”

“So amazing, I really want another one.”

Watching Nicole ramble on, even after finishing the burger, she still sucked on each of her fingers, unwilling to stop. The Temple Knight of Vol felt that this little girl was truly unreliable. Was it really a good idea to take her on a cemetery patrol? Wouldn’t she be scared out of her wits?

Could it be that this girl hadn’t eaten anything else all day besides that cat food? It seemed possible. This little girl appeared to have strong principles, making her worth trying to win over.

“You have two choices now: one, take your patrol payment tonight, which means you won’t be able to join us for hot burgers tomorrow morning and will have to continue eating cold ones at night. Two, bear with it tonight, and tomorrow morning, you can come with us to eat hot burgers. I’ll come wake you up.” Little Weir said, taking out another burger and dangling it in front of Nicole.

“Are hot burgers even more delicious?” Nicole’s eyes followed Little Weir’s hand, not forgetting to ask.

“Probably about twice as delicious. It’s definitely better when it’s freshly made.” Little Weir spoke truthfully. Nicole rubbed her stomach, gritted her teeth, and softly asked, “Can I eat two today and three tomorrow?”

Heh heh, if it were seven, would you choose to be indecisive? Little Weir’s mouth twitched slightly, and he handed the burger to Nicole. “Whatever makes you happy.”

Are junior knights this cheap now? Selling themselves for five burgers. Luckily, he had advanced to intermediate knight, otherwise he’d be ashamed to death. However, if he knew that the person Little Weir hired with five burgers wasn’t a junior knight, but a great warrior, he would definitely be full of admiration for Little Weir.

Eating the delicious burger, Nicole, the cat-tribe female warrior, was in an unprecedentedly good mood. She could eat five of these delicacies in one day! Just thinking about it was wonderful. Now, recalling, what did it feel like the first time she tasted meat? That was a long, long time ago, but ordinary meat was nowhere near as good as a burger. Human food was just different, especially this kind of top-tier delicacy. Ever since those hateful rats were wiped out, she had lost her source of income and hadn’t learned any money-making skills. Stealing and robbing clearly didn’t suit her personality. A dignified beastman great warrior had actually fallen to the point of scrounging for food and drink with stray cats.

Thankfully, there were more good people in this world. This kid she was investigating had given her a job, a place to sleep, and food to eat. He was a good person too, though not as good as that well-built cat girl. Thinking of this, Nicole looked down at her own figure, and her mood instantly soured. She took a bite of the burger, felt a little better, looked down at her figure, felt a little worse, and then took another bite of the burger, until the burger was finished, and her figure remained the same.

The three of them moved quickly. Little Weir didn’t deliberately slow down. The Temple Knight of Vol soon noticed something unusual: this girl, who was eating and running with them, wasn’t even out of breath? And what was with her absent-minded expression? Also, that strange performance just now, her face changed too quickly, leaving him a bit overwhelmed.

“Is there something wrong with her here?” The Temple Knight of Vol pointed to his head and quietly asked Little Weir. The latter shrugged and spread his hands: “Hired for five burgers for one night, what more do you expect?”

“You make a good point, I’m speechless.” The Temple Knight of Vol instantly deflated. So, cheap goods really aren’t good? No wonder you weren’t willing to pay a high price. That level of intelligence is only worth five burgers.

Drake City has a history of several centuries. A thousand years ago, it was a small fishing port. The Karst Kingdom developed it into a military port for military needs, and it gradually grew.

Later, the military port was abolished, and it became a town. With the development of maritime trade, it took several centuries to develop into a city, and now it is a medium-sized city with 800,000 residents. With a large population, cemeteries also became a big problem. In the slums, many people might not even be able to afford a burial plot of their own until they died. The West District was a slum, but its cemetery was the largest, also divided into high, medium, and low grades. The management here was a bit chaotic, giving rise to many undesirable things.

The Drake City West District Cemetery Management Office only had a dozen people, three of whom were elderly. There were only five or six junior warriors who could actually fight, and they were only there because they had no connections and were assigned here. Who with ability and connections would come here? The Temple Knight of Vol presented his mission certificate and received a simple map from the cemetery management office. Well, how simple was it? Like a child’s scribble, with a few areas roughly divided, just enough to understand the general layout.

However, the patrol routes on it were relatively clear, which was a relief. The Temple Knight of Vol led the way with a lantern, followed closely by Little Weir and Nicole, walking at a leisurely pace. Even without light, Little Weir could see clearly with his night vision, and the cat-tribe female warrior, with her demonic cat bloodline, had night vision no worse than Little Weir’s. The one who truly needed the lantern was the Temple Knight of Vol.

“Wait a moment, I’m going to pick something.” Little Weir promptly stopped the Temple Knight of Vol, then turned and ran into a patch of weeds in the middle of the cemetery. Under the strange gazes of the Temple Knight of Vol and Nicole, he neatly picked a few slightly peculiar mushrooms, wrapped them up, and tossed them into his backpack.

“Good stuff?” The Temple Knight of Vol asked in a low voice.

“Devil’s Mushroom, Skull Fungus, a low-grade medicinal herb for making antidotes, worth two gold coins.” Little Weir’s words made the Temple Knight of Vol pause. “How many did you just pick?”

“Five or six, I guess. Only two are truly top-grade, the others aren’t very good.”

“So, you’ve got at least four gold coins in hand?”

“No, each top-grade one can sell for four gold coins. All together, it’s more than ten gold coins.”

“My goodness, isn’t your money-making speed a bit too fast?”

“This depends on luck. Devil’s Mushroom, Skull Fungus only grows in cemeteries, and its lifespan is very short, probably only half an hour before it withers. The yield is very low. Today is indeed considered quite lucky.”

Then, ten minutes later.

“This is called a Skull Flower. It’s a low-grade magic herb that grows for ten years and blooms for ten years, a good item that has entered the threshold of extraordinary items.”

“Just tell me how many gold coins it’s worth, that’s more appropriate. How many did you pick?”

“Although it’s only a low-grade magic herb, I think it’s very difficult to buy with gold coins. One low-grade magic stone for two Skull Flowers, that’s the common price, but because the quantity is relatively small, the actual selling price might be a little higher. I didn’t pick many, only four.”

“According to the current magic stone exchange rate, one magic stone is roughly equivalent to a thousand gold coins, which means you just earned another two thousand gold coins?”

Half an hour later.

“Dead Soul Grass, a low-grade magic herb occasionally generated in cemeteries. Hmm, it’s extremely rare and can stimulate spiritual growth, acting as a catalyst for some ordinary people with slightly insufficient aptitude to enter the ranks of wizard apprentices. Three plants make one portion, and there are a little over two portions here.”

“Since it’s a magic herb, it can’t be measured by money. Just tell me how many magic stones it’s worth.”

“Five low-grade magic stones.”

“That’s not a small amount, you earned one more low-grade magic stone than those Skull Flowers just now.”

“Uh, what I meant was five low-grade magic stones per portion.”

“Scholar kid, I’m very curious which is more powerful, a Temple Knight or a bloodline awakened Knight. Shall we have a fight right now?”

“Uh, just to be clear, I have a helper, a helper hired for five burgers.”

One hour later.

“What magic herb have you found now?”

“No, just found a few little cuties. Uh, cute little bugs.”

“Oh, bugs. Isn’t it normal to have bugs this season?”

“These are Bright Rhinoceros Beetles, a rare magical insect with good medicinal value. They can slightly enhance physical constitution, improve night vision, and for some men… they can also strengthen certain functions.”

“A divine item! How many magic stones is it worth?”

“This one is relatively cheaper. This nest of over twenty only sells for about eight or nine low-grade magic stones.”

“Let’s duel, scholar brother, for the dignity of men!”

“Oh, are you sure you know how to make magic potions?”

“Conditions?”

“Holy water, one hundred catties.”

“My goodness, you think it’s plain water? At most I can give you one catty.”

“Alright then, I’ll give you a day’s supply of the ‘Man’s Dignity’ medicine.”

“One hundred catties, not an ounce less for you.”

“Hmm, one day is indeed a bit short. Anyway, I’m still young, so I’ll give you all of it.”