Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

Mudstone scratched his head (on his helmet), a bead of cold sweat trickling down his temple.

"How is that possible?"

Then, as if she had thought of something, she quickly spoke up.

"Let's forget about changing the voice changer!"

Wayne gave the "big man" in white armor a strange look, smiled slightly, and reassured him:

"Don't worry, you can operate the voice changer yourself. I won't take this opportunity to peek at your true face."

Mudstone blinked.

She hadn't thought about that.

"It's not because of that, it's just that voice changers are very expensive, aren't they?"

Her concern was the price of the voice changer.

This kind of thing doesn't exist in Kazdel; it's a high-tech product of Columbia and Victoria. In other words, the armor she's wearing is actually an old Victorian military uniform, which is why it's equipped with one. Otherwise, a voice changer? Where would she get such a thing?

On the contrary, she had heard some rumors that some Victorian and Columbian bosses liked to use this method to offset the wages of exploited mercenaries. They would give the mercenaries a gadget that looked high-tech, inflate its price, and then give it to them. The money they earned by risking their lives would turn into this thing whose purpose was unknown. Whether it was worth that much money was another matter, and most importantly, they might not even know how to use it.

Although Wayne didn't seem like that kind of person, Mudrock still had to speak up beforehand.

This is my money to support my family; I can't let it be swindled.

Upon hearing Mudrock's rebuttal, Wayne chuckled.

If this weren't Kazdel, and if the big guy next to him wasn't someone he found in a mercenary tavern, he would have almost thought this guy was some kind of infrastructure skill called "Heaven Rewards Diligence," who gets tormented by rich women every time a new illustration is released!

How did the Sarkaz, who were perfectly fine, end up living like the Liberi?

“I’ll give you a voice changer; there’s no need to deduct it from your salary.”

Wayne smiled.

This mercenary, who refused to reveal any information, probably had no idea what kind of work he was about to do.

That was when Vina, the future Queen Victoria, was even being considered by Vine to have her name be Victoria, or Elizabeth, as one of the first young attendants.

Having participated in this dramatic succession to the throne, can Mudrock emerge unscathed?

That's probably impossible.

Wayne could imagine that one day in the future, Mudrock could either remove his mask to intimidate all with his fierce appearance, or put on the mask to monitor his ministers with unpredictable mystery.

Great, fantastic!

As for the possibility that he might become Kazdel's spy?

No need to worry. Once Victoria is reorganized, Wayne's second target will be Kazdel. As long as he rescues Theresa and leverages Victoria's power, the civil war in Kazdel will be easily quelled.

While Wayne was dreaming about the future, Miss Mudrock was also busy nearby.

Upon hearing that the voice changer was free, Miss Mudrock's first thought was, "Is Wayne also one of those people who send things to lustful men?"

But on second thought, mudstone ruled out this possibility.

She was certain that this was the first time she had met Wayne, and she had always spoken to Wayne as a strange mercenary in a mask and armor. Wayne had never even seen her true face, so how could she possibly be one of those lustful people?

He couldn't possibly like that, could he? No way, no way, there really can't be anyone who likes a heavily armored, watertight weirdo, right?

Thinking of this, Ni Yan breathed a sigh of relief and began to calculate his reward.

The mission costs 20 gold coins, going to Victoria is a long distance, so add 2 gold coins. Wayne said the mission is difficult, so add 5 gold coins. Plus the voice changer, who knows how many gold coins that is. Even if you deduct Feng Boke's referral fee of 1 gold coin, she can still make a net profit of 26 gold coins or more!

Hey kid, did you hear that? You've struck it rich!

Mudrock's gaze towards Wayne grew increasingly intense. A man who could readily produce 27 or more Kazdel gold coins was incredibly wealthy, and being Aslan, he was likely related to the Victorian royal family. Mudrock had to cultivate a good relationship with him, as repeat customers were crucial in the mercenary business!

"Mr. Employer, thank you so much for choosing me. I will definitely complete this task perfectly, and I hope we will have the opportunity to cooperate in the future!"

Mudstone was rather clumsy, but he still managed to finish speaking.

But then Wayne revealed a mischievous smile, patted Mudrock's heavy armored shoulder, and said:

"Yes, yes, definitely! There will be many more opportunities to cooperate in the future!"

Then, looking at the gradually clearing space ahead, he said to Niyan:

"We've arrived."

Upon hearing this, Mud Rock turned his head and looked towards the center of the field.

A massive Originium-powered aircraft, bearing the emblem of the Victorian royal unicorn and griffin, comparable in size to a standard passenger plane on Earth, was safely parked in the center of the open space.

Around him, a group of warriors clad in steam-powered armor and helmets stood ready. Upon seeing Wayne approach, they all straightened up and respectfully greeted him, "Your Highness Wayne!"

At that moment, Mudrock suddenly realized.

The person in front of me is probably much bigger than I imagined!

Chapter Eight: I, Wayne, Never Suffer a Loss

To enter the palace, one naturally needs to be well-dressed.

Judging from Wayne's taste, Mudrock's current power armor is simply an eyesore!

Not only is the model a relic from the last era, long since obsolete by Ernest's steam-armored troops, but its completeness is also far inferior.

For example, the original steam armor was all powered by Originium energy, supplemented by steam energy. As the operator of the steam armor, even if you were a child with no strength, as long as you put it on, a series of sophisticated internal casting units would drive the entire suit of armor to perform actions on your behalf. In other words, as long as there were enough steam armor, Victoria could have a population of everyone from nonagenarians to eight-year-old children, with no recruitment threshold whatsoever.

But what about Mudstone's body?

The casting unit was already damaged, and the armor and ventilation device weighing dozens of kilograms were supported by Niyan's brute strength alone. He moved slowly and looked clumsy, which was contrary to Victoria's consistent emphasis on "elegance and nobility".

Wayne even suspected that with such equipment, Mudrock would be panting and sweating profusely after taking just a couple of steps inside.

The thought of a burly man, eight feet tall, huddled in a sweaty power armor, secretly following his hardworking and meritorious younger sister, hiding and running around... no, traveling all over the country, always brought to mind images of outdated 3D transportation games from the East.

I cannot accept this!

It's not that I'm upset, but I feel a little regretful.

But how can someone wearing such equipment handle such a major matter as dissolving parliament?

So, after dragging the reluctant Mudrock away from the aircraft, the first thing Wayne did was take him to the most prosperous equipment market in Londinium for a complete overhaul.

Upon hearing the news, Niyan's first reaction was to be moved.

First, he got a voice changer from his employer for free, then he got a new suit of armor from his employer for free. He didn't spend a penny. After taking on a mission, he didn't own a single thing except for himself. Mud Rock thought that no one else could be a mercenary like this.

Refusing now was impossible; Wayne's attitude was resolute. Moreover, upon hearing that the place where he was to carry out the protection mission was the center of Londinium, the Iron Palace, which was no less magnificent than Kazdel Sakaz Black Palace and even surpassed it in terms of grandeur and elegance, Mudrock knew that appearing in such an outfit in that setting would not only fail to protect "Sister Vina," but would also tarnish her dignity and image.

At worst, I won't charge Wayne next time I commission him.

Moreover, putting everything else aside, Mudrock is an expert when it comes to saving money when buying equipment. She once used her last two hundred Kazdel gold coins to not only buy this suit of armor and this warhammer, but also bought an ice cream and lured a homeless Sarkaz girl back home. In the end, she still had ten gold coins left for living expenses. This is the epitome of being thrifty.

Although Wayne seems to be very wealthy, money doesn't last forever. Even though Wayne is buying her gifts for free this time, and she doesn't have to spend a penny, Mudrock's kind nature still makes her decide to help Wayne make some advice so that he can buy the most satisfactory items with the least amount of money.

Having made a silent decision and added Wayne to his empty employer whitelist in his mind, Mudrock followed Wayne into the grand and bustling street in front of him.

Armor shop.

The shopkeeper glanced at Wayne, who was dressed in a black trench coat and wearing sunglasses, then at Niyan, who was dressed in tattered clothes beside him. He pursed his lips and quoted a price with little interest:

"A set of the new steam-powered armor costs 150,000 yuan, while a set of the old-style powered armor costs 100,000 yuan."

The initial figure was astronomical. Mud Rock frowned, reached out and subtly tugged at Wayne's hand behind his back, frantically hinting, "Forget it, it's too expensive."

Seeing that Mud Rock was tugging at his hand, Wayne nodded knowingly, gave her a reassuring look, and waved his hand, saying, "New type, wrap it up, we need it now."

The armor shop owner beamed, his voice becoming much more respectful, "The boss is so generous!"

Mudrock was momentarily stunned. He glanced at Wayne and wondered if he hadn't hinted clearly enough, causing Wayne to misunderstand. He decided to just say it directly next time.

Weapon shop.

The shopkeeper glanced at Wayne, who was dressed in a black trench coat and wearing sunglasses, then at Mudrock beside him, who was wearing the latest armor. He raised an eyebrow, looked at the armor shop not far away, straightened up, and seriously quoted a price:

"The new steam-powered warhammer costs 50,000, while the old-fashioned powered warhammer costs 20,000. Which one would you like, sir?"

A warhammer can cost anywhere from 50,000 to 20,000.

You should know that the warhammer in his hand, although it is a big iron hammer with no technological content, is quite easy to use, and the most expensive one only costs a few gold coins!

Why spend tens of thousands of dollars on a hammer? I'd rather spend tens of thousands of dollars on a brain.

Mudrock frowned, reached out his hand, and was about to subtly take Wayne's hand when he remembered what had just happened. He quickly moved closer to Wayne and said through the mask:

"Boss, this is too expensive. Shall we try another place?"

Before he could even speak, Wayne interjected:

"Please wrap up the hammer that matches this outfit."

The arms shop owner beamed, accepting the card bearing the royal crest from Wayne without a shred of suspicion. They weren't worried about Wayne owing money; impersonating royalty in Victoria was a capital offense, and the royal family wouldn't renege on their debts, would they?

On the other hand, Mudrock, who had no idea that Wayne was getting something for nothing, just felt his head buzzing.

why?

Was it because I spoke too slowly?

Yes, it must be because I spoke too slowly. There's no one in this world who doesn't value money, right?

I work hard and carefully calculate how to spend the 27 gold coins I'm owed for this commission, while some people can spend tens of thousands of gold coins like water. Is there such a thing in this world?

Mudrock didn't believe it. Silently, she picked up the shattered pieces of her money philosophy, piecing together her broken values ​​bit by bit. She looked at Wayne and suggested in a hoarse, dazed voice, even without a voice changer:

"Boss, we've bought so much stuff, let's take our leave..."

"Yes, the car!"

Wayne slapped his forehead, gratefully punched Mudrock's chest (armor), and laughed:

"How could I forget? We should have bought a car a long time ago... a land vehicle, otherwise it's so inconvenient, don't you think?"

"......"

Mudstone gave up thinking.

A suit of armor costs 150,000, a warhammer costs 50,000, and then there's the car we'll be buying later... I've heard from my mercenary colleagues in the tavern that it's the vehicle of people with status and position, costing hundreds of times more than a camel, and at least tens of thousands. Given Wayne's personality, he might buy something even more expensive.

So many things...give them all to her?