Chapter 584: Pot of Gold (1/2)
There were probably a hundred or more people kneeling in the place right now. Having these many servants just for two people alone was absolutely absurd to say the least.
Thus, our bored gamer simply could not accept all of them.
”Stand up, all of you.” Clark started but he knew of the futility of his words before he said them.
”...” Not one soul stood up and heeded his command.
”As you can see, I only live inside an inn.”
”My room is rented and I don't even own any furniture inside it.”
”So I really can't take all of you at once.” Our good gamer threw reason around for any smart head to hear.
Alas, he did not expect that these people could get even more shameless in the next moment.
”Our Zhaun Clan will offer you a mansion, Young Master Han Sen!”
”My Yu Clan has a better residence than the Zhaun! Please come to us, Young Master!”
”The Yin Family is much richer than the Yu and Zhaun clans combined! You won't regret choosing my Yin Family, Young Master!”
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Thus, the bidding war continued and it was obvious that a majority of these spies already knew the name of our very own protagonist in this world based on the earlier discussions at lunch.
It was clear that it was Xing Ya who revealed this much needed information to the many opportunists around them.
The war of words lasted for a long long time but alas, our bored gamer finally stopped it before the last man or woman could say what they could offer unto our very own protagonist.
”You need not quarrel amongst yourselves anymore.”
”I pick the Xing Clan to get me a place to stay.”
”And from among you, I will only pick an additional 5 servants in my house.”
”It would be stupid of me to accept all of you at once.” Clark announced his verdict on this awkward case.
”NOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
”My elder will kill me, Young Master Han Sen!”
”Same! I would get punished if I don't finish this quest successfully!”
”I have it worse since my Patriarch has said that he will let me live wishing for death every single day if I ever fail to get into your household, Young Master Han Sen!”
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Another lengthy litany about the tragic endings flowed from the mouth of these spies.
”Brother...” Han Chai called and she was already teary eyed with how much sad foreboding she had heard.