Chapter 125 : Rich Lady Avril, the Charm of Money
Chapter 125: Rich Lady Avril, the Charm of Money
“L-Lord Angel?”
Avril’s face instantly turned deathly pale.
She absolutely never expected that Lord Angel would actually be watching her at all times!
And had even seen her irrational behavior just now!
After a few moments of panic flashed through Avril’s eyes—
A huge wave of regret surged straight into her heart.
She no longer cared about the mercenaries who were jumping with anger at the foot of the slope.
Almost by instinct, she suddenly knelt onto the rough dirt ground.
She lowered her head deeply.
“I’m sorry, Lord Angel, I—I was wrong…”
Avril’s voice trembled.
She urgently confessed to the supreme existence watching her from the unseen heavens.
“I should not have been angered by that female mercenary’s words, should not have impulsively seized their prey…”
“I have failed your trust, cast aside the scouting task you entrusted to me, and only cared about a moment of pride…”
The more she thought, the more frightened she felt.
In Lord Angel’s reminder, there was a faint tone of reprimand—
Like a needle viciously piercing her heart!
Compared to the important mission Lord Angel had entrusted to her, one that concerned the safety of an entire region—
Her action of fighting over a few low-level insects with those mercenaries was childish and ridiculous to the extreme!!
Meanwhile, at the bottom of the slope—
“Damn it! Stand right there, you brat!”
Bona was the first to scream, pulling out her dagger as she charged up.
“If I don’t teach you a lesson today, do you really think our War Wheel is easy to bully?”
Jefferson’s expression also darkened like water, veins bulging on the hand gripping his sword hilt.
He growled, “Surround her! Don’t let her escape!”
Seven people immediately spread out in a fan shape, pressing aggressively toward the small slope.
However—
Just as they rushed up to the top, they saw that the purple-haired female magician, who had been so arrogant moments ago—
Was actually… kneeling?
Everyone was stunned, their footsteps stopping uncontrollably.
“Hah?” Bona was the first to react, her lips twisting into deep mockery.
“Kneeling already?”
“Weren’t you so capable just now? Turns out you’re just a paper tiger! You do know fear!”
But Jefferson’s brows furrowed even tighter.
He sharply noticed that Avril was not kneeling to them at all.
Her gaze had no focus.
Instead, she stared into the empty air ahead, her face filled with a mixture of reverence, fear, regret—complex emotions overlapping on her features.
And she was still muttering under her breath.
As if she was speaking to someone invisible.
“Who is she talking to?” Harrison also noticed this, utterly confused.
Jefferson shook his head, suspicion churning in his mind.
But the fury from having their spoils taken had not diminished.
He took a step forward, the gleaming tip of his sword pointing at Avril as he said in a low, stern voice, “Avril, right? I don’t care what trick you’re playing!”
“You took our prey, breaking the rules of mercenaries!”
“Today, either compensate us for our losses, or don’t blame us for our blades having no eyes—we fight to the death!”
Just then—
That faint holy radiance surrounding Avril seemed to completely dissipate.
She finally lifted her head slightly, her face still a bit pale.
Her eyes were full of despairing self-blame.
“Uuuu… I ruined it, completely ruined it…”
She sniffed softly, slowly pushing herself back to her feet.
She did not even bother with the dust on her magician’s robe.
“It was clearly the first task Lord Angel assigned to me… How could I be so impulsive and mess everything up…”
Facing Jefferson’s accusations—
Avril felt no interest at all now.
Compared to listening to Lord Angel’s divine message and reflecting on her own mistakes—
The anger of these mercenaries was utterly insignificant in her eyes.
She only wanted to quickly make amends and return her focus to the real mission.
Thus, Avril straightforwardly lowered her head again.
This time to Jefferson and the others, her tone calm yet sincere.
“I’m sorry, it was my fault. I shouldn’t have seized your prey out of spite.”
As she spoke—
She took a small pouch from her waist and casually tossed it to Jefferson.
“There are ten gold coins inside. Consider it your compensation.”
“Let this matter end here. How about that?”
Jefferson instinctively caught the pouch, feeling its surprising weight.
Suspicious, he untied the string and peeked inside—
A dazzling golden glow nearly blinded him!
“Hiss—!”
He sucked in a sharp breath and immediately clutched the pouch tightly.
Bona, Harrison, and the others crowded over and also saw what was inside.
Their eyes bulged like bronze bells, breathing quickening sharply.
“Ten… ten gold coins?!”
Bona’s voice was shrill with disbelief.
Their mission goal—killing fifty black beetles—
Even after turning in the corpses for the reward, deducting compensations and losses, each person might not even get a full gold coin!
Yet this female magician casually tossed out ten gold coins as compensation?!
Comparing people really did make one furious!
At this moment, not only was Bona’s jealousy turning her eyes red—
Even Jefferson and Harrison felt an uncontrollable wicked thought rising in their hearts.
This woman had so much money… if they were to…
Jefferson’s eyes swept across Avril’s calm face.
Then he recalled the terrifying holy light magic she had used earlier to easily purify seven or eight black beetles.
The wicked thought in his heart was instantly drowned in cold water.
Her strength was unfathomable.
And she had apologized and compensated with such decisiveness. Her attitude was sincere.
If he continued pestering her or—even worse—harbored evil intentions…
The consequences would be unimaginable…
Although the War Wheel Mercenary Group was not some renowned faction—
Jefferson believed they still held a decent reputation in the mercenary circles.
He could not ruin their rules or break their bottom line out of momentary greed, nor could he afford to kick such a terrifying iron plate.
“Ahem.” Jefferson drew a deep breath.
He stowed the money pouch with care.
At the same time, he shot a sharp look at his agitated teammates—
Especially Bona, whose face practically spelled “Let’s rob her.”
He then turned to Avril, cupped his fists, and spoke in a much calmer tone.
“Since Miss Avril dares to take responsibility and your compensation is sincere, our War Wheel Mercenary Group is not unreasonable.”
“This matter ends here. From now on, we bear no grudges.”
With that, he prepared to lead his group away.
Though they had lost a brother, getting ten gold coins from nowhere was still a blessing amid misfortune.
“Please wait.” Avril suddenly called out.
Jefferson turned, puzzled. “Does Miss Avril have further instructions?”
Avril showed a gentle smile, attempting to ease the atmosphere. “I suppose we’ve fought before we knew each other.”
“Well, I have another request here and would like your help. Payment will be given separately.”
She paused, continuing, “I need you to return to a human town and post two missions at the Mercenary Guild.”
“Of course, you won’t be running errands for free. I will cover your travel costs.”
As she spoke—
Avril flicked out another golden coin.
With a clean arc, it landed precisely in Jefferson’s hand.
Another gold coin!
Jefferson held the still-warm coin—
His heartbeat thumped violently.
Just for running an errand and posting missions, they could earn another gold coin?
This was basically fortune dropping straight from the heavens!
He and Harrison exchanged a quick glance, seeing clear temptation in each other’s eyes.
Jefferson pondered briefly; there was truly no reason to refuse.
He nodded. “Miss Avril, please speak. As long as it is within our ability, we will help.”
Avril felt slightly relieved and said clearly, “The first task is long-term.”
“A commission to kill black beetles in Lemon Port, payment calculated by number and tier.”
“I do not want any corpses, so it will not conflict with your original mission. Mercenaries can complete it together!”
“As for the second task, it is a short-term mission.”
“Within seven days, investigate internal information on Lemon Port. The more detailed and deeper, the higher the reward—with no upper limit!”
Avril’s intention was clear.
Use money to blaze a trail!
Attract more desperate mercenaries like the War Wheel to come.
As long as enough mercenaries kept hunting black beetles and probing the port—
This stagnant pool would eventually be stirred into movement!
It would give her a chance to observe the swarm’s reactions and determine whether a higher-level undead leader existed!
Compared to barging in alone or arguing with low-level mercenaries—
This approach was far more clever and far safer.
After all, to complete Lord Angel’s mission, she feared no cost.
Besides—
Her father lacked everything except one thing!
Money!