Chuzheng's first act upon entering the city was to take over an inn.
Guests? Fights breaking out?
Impossible!
Chuzheng generously offered to let them stay.
Shopkeeper: "???"
The dumb son of a rich landowner with too much money?
Fu Yu had the same impression.
After escorting them there, Ah Da was about to return when Chuzheng handed him a bag of gold coins.
The Mercenary Guild had already paid his dues, so Chuzheng didn't need to make any additional payment.
But Chuzheng insisted on giving more, and would turn fierce if refused, scaring Ah Da into not daring to decline the offer.
"Chuzheng, Chuzheng, I've found out," Fu Yu said as he came back from outside the inn, pouring himself a glass of water and gulping it down.
"The Temple's selection day for new believers is in ten days. If I can get into the Temple, my dad would probably die of shock."
Chuzheng glanced at him solemnly.
How unfilial!
Since arriving in the city, Chuzheng had done nothing but shop.
