Fashen live room

Chapter 61 Das Kapital

Norman didn't care what Thomas whispered, he just put his hand into his crotch. This action also made Thomas, who was in a trance, suddenly focus his eyes and looked at him vigilantly.

"What are you going to do?!"

Norman glanced at Tomas inexplicably, but ignored him. He dug his hands in his crotch a few times and took out a money bag.After seeing the money bag, the vigilance in Thomas' eyes gradually dissipated, but he looked at Norman's crotch again, as if he couldn't figure out why someone would hide the money bag in that part.

After Norman took out the money bag, he put it on the table, stood by the table and slowly untied the string with his intact left hand, unfolded it, and then a hazy white light radiated from it.

It is a piece of silver nar, at least dozens of them, with some copper ash mixed in the middle.

Tomas's eyes were attracted by so many silver nars at once, and he stared at it without blinking.

Norman twisted out 3 silver gnars from it, put them on the table, and pushed them towards Tomas.

"this is yours."

He had just promised Thomas three silvers if he could help.

Tomas was not polite, he took a step forward and quickly snatched the three silvers.

He seemed to be a little worried about whether the poor Norman got a fake silver Gnar from somewhere to deceive him, so he pinched one of the silver Gnars and put it to his mouth, took a light bite, then held it in front of his eyes and carefully inspected it. Observed.But even so, he was still worried, and ran to the only window in the room, and pushed it open.

Only when I opened the window did I realize that it was already daytime.

As the window was pushed open, the chatter of pedestrians on the street, the cries of street vendors, and the shouts of red and white stripes driving away the vendors who had not paid the protection fee poured in, as if returning from heaven all at once. To the world.What followed was the turbulent heat and the noisy smell of dust in summer, which warmed up the room that was a bit shady just now.

Thomas stood by the window, holding the bitten silver gnar up in front of his eyes carefully for a long time, then put it back in his hand contentedly, and held it tightly together with the other two silver gnars. Holding it in the palm of his hand, he turned around and walked back.

"You got rich?"

Tomas looked at Norman several times, with a confused expression, as if he couldn't figure out how this poor man who slept on the street could really give him 3 silvers.

To be honest, when Norman said that he would give him 3 silver gnars to help him, he didn't really expect to have 3 silver gnars, and it would be nice to get 3 copper ash in the end.

"Yeah, I got rich."

Norman casually replied to his words, noticing that Tomas kept looking at the silver coins he had spread out on the table, and thinking of what Tomas was like just now, he felt certain.

Judging from Tomas's performance, this down-and-out guy is likely to be the same as himself, the kind of person who dares to work hard for money, so it's easy to handle.

However, Norman didn't immediately get to the point, but chatted with Thomas casually first.

"But you said you used to be a doctor, how could three silver Gnars make you so happy?"

Thomas shook his head, "When I was a doctor, I certainly didn't pay attention to 3 Silver Gnars, but now I haven't been a doctor for a long time, I blame Hubert that son of a bitch..." It seemed that he had offended someone, and he fell from a doctor who had a good life to the current situation where he could only get drunk all day long.

Old Thomas recalled his glorious years, and his eyes gradually lit up, "At that time, I lived in a small building with two floors, and my bed was covered with five layers of cashmere, and the quilt was made of goose feathers, and I ate food every day. What I drink is mascarpone, and what I drink is the wine made by Infini Manor..." But slowly the light in his eyes dimmed again.

"But that's all in the past."

"But at least you still have a house, albeit a little smaller."

Thomas smiled wryly: "This house won't last long, and the new owner will move in next month. It's just pity for me now, let me live here for a while."

It turned out that he had sold all his previous savings, even the last house. No wonder Tomas was able to get drunk every day in a smart way. Obviously, this could not be done by begging alone.

But Tomas's life is probably worse than Norman's now: Take what Norman saw in the past two days, this old alcoholic has not been drunk for two days, probably because his money has been exhausted No wonder the former doctor had such a big reaction when he saw the 3 Silver Gnars.

Maybe it won't be long before this old guy will starve to death in some corner of the city, becoming one of the many homeless people who starve to death every day when the city wakes up.

"He's also a man with a story..."

Norman sighed cooperatively, feeling that the time is ripe, so he pretended to be casual and asked, "Then I will give you a chance to return part of your past life, are you willing to accept it?"

"A partial return to the old life?"

Thomas didn't seem to understand what Norman meant.

Norman simply explained it to him.

He pointed to the silver gnars on the table and said, "Here are 33 silver gnars, and dozens of copper ash. If you are willing to do me another favor, then I can give you 1... ..." Norman originally wanted to say 15, but when the words were about to come out, he felt that 15 seemed too much. Seeing Thomas's appearance just now, maybe 10 would be enough, so what was originally meant to be exported became "Ten. If you would do me a favor, I'll give you ten silvernars. Is that enough to get you the wine you used to drink?"

Tomas's eyes lit up again, and he glanced at Norman several times, "Are you really rich?!" He agreed without thinking, "No problem, what do you want me to do for you? Hurry up! Say!"

Norman then said: "I want you to pretend to be a black-robed mage and be my teacher, and take me to take the entrance exam for the church school with me." He was afraid that Tomas would not know what a black-robed mage is, so he added He explained again, "The black-robed mage is the mage, you always know the mage, right?"

Tomas didn't reply to his words, but stared at him with wide eyes and mouth wide open, as if he couldn't believe what he heard, he said after a long time: "You want me... to pretend to be a black-robed mage?!"

Judging by his appearance, he seems to know what a black-robed mage is.

That's right, he said that he used to be a doctor, and he was considered a middle-class person in society, so it's not unusual for him to know black-robed mages.

"Yes."

Norman originally thought that it would be easy for him to agree to the matter given Thomas's love for money and his current situation, but he didn't expect Thomas to shake his head again and again.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, this is pretending to be a nobleman, and being discovered is a serious crime!..."

In order to pursue profits, capital can work hard when it has 2 silver nar interests; when it has 50 silver nar interests, it can do whatever it takes; when it has 10 gold taran interests, it can disregard the law ; When there are 100 Jintalan interests, he can take the risk of beheading.The same is true of people.

This was taught by Gawain to Norman, and Norman deeply remembered this sentence in his heart, and deeply believed it.

There is nothing that people dare not do. The reason why they dare not do it is because the interests are not big enough, and Tomas believes it is the same.So Norman didn't try to persuade him, and said directly: "15 silver Gnars."

Thomas still waved his hands again and again: "No no no no no no..."

"Twenty silver gnars."

"It's really not good. If it is discovered, it will be taken to prison! It may be hanged!"

"Twenty silver gnars."

"How many times have I told you, I really won't help you with this favor!"

"Thirty silver gnars, that's all I have, and I won't add any more."

"……make a deal!"

It became.

Norman imitated those mages and said this in his heart.

And the mages in his body were watching this scene, not knowing what to say.

These well-fed, civilized people obviously couldn't understand why anyone would risk their life for 30 silver gnars.

And Norman, who had almost starved to death, understood.

(End of this chapter)