Chapter 885 Deb (2/2)
Qu Lanxi understood where he was coming from, but she was conflicted with the desire to help the injured man. She didn't know how to respond.
”I appreciate your concern, but I'll be fine in a few days.” After the rest, Han Sen was feeling a little bit better, and his voice had now returned to him.
”Oh, so you can talk now? That's great news. Hey, tell me something here; did you destroy my tree? And if you did, why?” Chu Ming was keen to begin his interrogation.
”Don't hurt him.” Qu Lanxi stopped Chu Ming, and then looked at Han Sen and asked, ”Who are you, injured one? And why were you in our garden?”
Han Sen sighed and said, ”My name is San Mu. I was attacked by a creature and ran this way. I saw the tree fall victim to that putrid beast, and I believe that is what caused it to die. It is my fault, though; do not worry, I will accept full responsibility and be sure to pay you back in full.”
”Hmm, you have wealth? And you're willing to pay us back? Well, alright then. One ink sword's price is equal to that of a portion of ordinary creature flesh. We had thirty-four swords in total, so give me the flesh of thirty-four ordinary creatures. Do that, and I'll let you off the hook so you can sod off back to where you came from,” Chu Ming said.
”Don't worry, a San always pays his debts. As soon as I'm back on my feet, I'll get to work on paying you back.” After a brief pause, Han Sen continued to say, ”Is there a shelter nearby, in which I could teleport back to the Alliance?”
The Blood-Pulse Sutra could fix him, but it was too slow. If he could return to the Alliance, he could heal at a much quicker rate.
When Chu Ming heard Han Sen was willing to pay him back, his mood had considerably brightened. He said, ”You are joking? Haha! What a joker. The spirit won't let us go back.”
Qu Lanxi looked at Han Sen and asked, ”San Mu, which shelter do you come from? And which creature did you encounter?”
”Pah! Where else could he have come from, girl? He most likely came from the Thorn Forest; what other place has sordid creatures in these parts, eh?” Chu Ming interjected.
Han Sen sighed in relief. He believed Chu Ming to be the biggest idiot he had met in a long time. With that information, making a story wouldn't be so hard.
”Yes, you are right. But I haven't been in the Third God's Sanctuary long. I am unfamiliar with this area.” Han Sen suddenly coughed up some blood.
”Oy! Don't die yet. You owe us money, remember?” Chu Ming was a little repulsed.
Chu Ming then thought something had to be amiss. He stared at Han Sen and said, ”Wait, if you only just entered the Third God's Forest, where are you going to find us ordinary flesh?”
”Well, can I pay you back in the Alliance?” Han Sen asked.
”We can't leave this place, so what would be the point?” Chu Ming suddenly felt the clouds of doom return to fog the clarity of his mind and said, ”Oh, no. No. Nooo! This guy can't pay us. He can't pay us!”
Qu Lanxi sighed and then said, ”Well, let's just focus on fixing him first.”
”No, you *sshole! Give me my tree back!” Chu Ming's mind returned to the three years he spent carefully tending to the tree. He looked like a broken man.
Qu Lanxi stopped him and said, ”What would be the point in killing him? When he has healed, perhaps he can pay us back some other way.”
”Geez, calm down, you two. I will pay you back.” Han Sen couldn't blame them for their reactions, and he could tell they must have endured a difficult life where they were.
Having a three-year dream taken away from you was something no one could take very well, so Han Sen could understand their anger.
But Han Sen was confident he could get better, and once his health returned, paying them back would not be too difficult. All he was unsure about was how to adequately return the favor they did by saving his life, despite the trouble he had caused them.