C5

Although it was night time, at the Naca Manor near Maple Leaf Town, the lights were brightly lit, as if it was a holiday.

Instead of calling it a manor, Naca Manor was more like a castle. With such a sturdy wall, it had to be reinforced by generations of people, making it look like a fortress. Even if bandits came, they wouldn't be able to take them down easily.

There were many guards at Naca's villa, which was one of the reasons why Naca was so famous, no one dared to mess with them.

"Young Master, you're back?" At the sight of Master Kitley, the chief steward of Naca came out and bowed to him.

Kitley nodded. "Where's my father?"

"Young master, the old master is waiting for you in the study room …" The head steward said.

He walked down the somewhat gloomy corridor to his father's study, knocked on the door, and called out, "Father …."

"Come in..." There was not much to answer, but there was an irresistible dignity about Kittley.

A tall and sturdy man sat on the study table. He held a sword in one hand and a cloth in the other. He was cleaning the sword back and forth with extreme seriousness. His gaze on the sword was filled with tenderness, as if he was looking at his own wife.

He was the owner of Naca's manor, Geralt, and when he saw his son come in, he said without looking back, "Sit down."

Kitley sat down nervously. He had been most afraid of his father since he was a boy.

"Your cousin and the young master McKenzie have gone to bed?" Geralt asked.

"Yes, Father …" Kitley replied.

Geralt turned, glanced at his son, sheathed his sword, and laid the cloth on the table. "You must treat your cousins, Jodin and Mackintosh, well and treat them well."

As he said this, Geralt's face changed to a humble expression. To Geralt, the arrival of Joding and Mackintosh was a great honor to Naca Manor, and if a noble like Joding couldn't be invited even if he wanted to, it would be for the sake of his family.

"Yes, Father." Kitley answered honestly.

"Are they having a good time here today?" Geralt smiled and asked, "Where have you been all day?"

"We... To Maple Leaf Town... " He wondered if he should say what had happened this afternoon.

"Hmm, Maple Leaf Town, not bad, autumn is here. The maple leaves there are very beautiful, hmm … …" "As long as they have a good time …" She smiled and asked, "How are you getting along with them?"

"Fortunately, cousin Joding treats me quite well..." Kitley said.

"That's good..." Geralt nodded with satisfaction. To be able to strike up a relationship with Joding showed that Kitley was doing quite well.

"Since you are of the same age as me, you should have a variety of common topics to talk about..."

Seeing that his father's expression was the same as usual, Kitri felt relieved. He knew that his father was quite satisfied with his performance. He could not help but think of a way to reward him. He smiled and said, "Father, I will be 15 years old this month. Look …"

Before Kittley could finish, Geralt understood what he meant and smiled. "What do you want?"

"There's a chance?" Kitley's eyebrows twitched, and he was secretly delighted that his father was not usually so easy to talk to.

He took a step closer and said boldly, "Father, I want a sword." He paused. A sword like Cousin Joding's will do. "

Geralt heard the first part of the sentence and felt nothing, but he almost slipped when he heard the second part.

"What?" "You want a sword like Cousin Joding's?"

"Yes." Kitley had not realized that his conditions were questionable. In his opinion, a sword was not a big deal.

Geralt laughed bitterly, "Dear Kitley, it's not that I don't want to buy such a sword for you, but that I simply can't afford it. Do you know how much that sword is?"

"How much is it?" Kitley was still confused, but he knew it must be expensive.

Geralt smiled wryly as he held out three fingers.

"Three hundred gold coins?" Kitley asked.

Geralt shook his head.

"Three thousand gold coins?"

Still, Geralt shook his head and said, "Your cousin Joding's sword is called 'Icy Longsong'. It's a low-rank Dark Gold-rank weapon and its price is over thirty thousand gold coins …"

"Thirty thousand?" "This sword alone is worth thirty thousand?"

Geralt solemnly nodded his head, "30,000 is the basic number, that is to say, the lowest attribute. If it's the upper attribute, the value of light essence core would be 150,000, and the price of dark gold level equipment would double that. It would be worth at least 300,000, which would be even higher if auctioned."

"What is Dark Gold rank?" Superior Attributes? " Kitley still didn't understand.

"Don't you know?" Geralt frowned and said in a dissatisfied tone, "Kitley, I used to ask you to read more books, but now you don't understand anything. Hmph, you can't learn anything …"

After teaching Kittredge a lesson, Geralt gave him an answer, "Our common weapons can be upgraded, just like our usual swords. That's just a normal weapon. The process of upgrading is called enchantment …"

"The enchanted sword, with its magical properties, is much more convenient and powerful to use, and its attack power also increases accordingly …"

"Then what rank and attribute are these?" Kitley still didn't understand.

"Why is there such a large difference in price between the upper and lower attributes …"

Geralt smiled, "This is related to the price of the crystal core. Think about it, a level 4 crystal core is worth 1000 gold coins, a level 5 crystal core is worth 2000 gold coins, and a level 6 crystal core is worth 5000 gold coins. Our family can't afford to pay a level 6 crystal core just for it..."

He paused for a moment before continuing, "And... "The enchantment for weapons is not always smooth, and the probability of failure is very high. If one fails, then the Essence Core will be gone, which is the same as gambling, the higher the level of the weapons the higher the probability of failure, and many people become enchanted for their own weapons, and in the end, even those who are broke …"

"And to upgrade a low rank white weapon to dark gold level, it usually requires 30 cores, and light essence cores are worth 150,000, making it dark gold level, double the price, which is 300,000..."

Kittredge stuck out his tongue. "Three hundred thousand a sword. That's an extravagant price." He knew that the income of his manor was only a few thousand gold coins a year.

"It's good that you know this …" If it wasn't me, the father, who isn't willing to buy it for you, I wouldn't be able to afford it at all... " "The Salter clan cannot be compared to us. Their Holy Empire is also one of the top clans. If your aunt hadn't married the clan leader, Naca Manor wouldn't be as glorious as it is today …"

Kittredge nodded. He knew that his family was nothing more than a country landowner, and his cousin and his friend McKenzie were true noblemen, not worthy of carrying shoes.

Joding was the son of his aunt. If it weren't for the fact that they were related in such a way, with his identity as a young master, how would it be possible for him to come to Naca Manor?

"It's possible that Joding will become the next successor of the Salter family. If you get along well with him, there will be benefits for you in the future …" Ye Zichen smiled.

"Yes, Father …" Kitley nodded. "I will."

"This sword is for you …" After thinking for a moment, Geralt handed the longsword that he had just wiped to Kitley, "This longsword is of the lower grade, the lower grade. It's worth at least five to six thousand gold coins. I'll give it to you as a gift …"

He took it, thanked it, took the sword, and left his father's study. With this sword, he could show off in front of his cousin and his friend tomorrow. Although this behavior was quite ridiculous, Young Master Kitley still wanted to show his face.

After a while, "Dong Dong Dong", the sound of knocking on the door could be heard again.

"Come in..."

The person who entered was the Chief Steward of Naca Manor.

"Old master, what do you need me for?"

Geralt's eyes narrowed as he asked the butler, "What happened to Kittley today when he went to Maple Leaf Town?"

He could not hide the look of panic on Kittredge's face. From childhood until now, Geralt had known his son best.

Sure enough, the main butler bowed deeply and said, "Yes, Master. Something did happen to Young Master and the others in Maple Leaf Town today."

Then, he told them everything that had happened this afternoon. The head steward was also confused, this was a small matter for Naca Manor, he could handle it by himself, he also believed that he could handle it well, he was just a beggar, he didn't expect that the lord would personally take care of it.

"Oh, so he accidentally killed an old beggar..." Hearing this, Geralt disagreed, "It's no big deal to kill a lowly commoner like him..."

If it was the townspeople, they would be in trouble. For the benefit of the townspeople, they could not avoid losing some money. If they were just penniless beggars, it would save them a lot of trouble.

"But Kittredge was too hopeless. He did evil and forgot to wipe his ass." Geralt snorted. "Bring me Kittley."

When Kitley came to his father's study again and saw the butler, he knew it was bad. His father must have known what had happened today.

"Kitley, do you know you're wrong?"

Kitley looked flustered. "I... I... It's none of my business, he bumped into it himself... "

"I'm not talking about you..." "Why didn't you kill that little bastard?"

"Ugh …" "There were a lot of onlookers that day …" It wasn't that Kittredge hadn't thought of this, but with so many people on that day, it was hard for him to do anything about it.

"What does it matter how many people there are in the town? He just killed a beggar …" Geralt was extremely dissatisfied with him.

"Father, since you said that he's just a little beggar, is there a need to be so serious? "It feels like we're afraid of him …" Kitley said carefully.

Geralt frowned, took a deep breath, and asked, "Kitley, do you know about the mountain ants?"

"Mountain ant?" A question mark crossed Kitley's mind. What did his father mean?

"That's right, it's those kind of mountain ants. They're really big …" "The mountain ant may be small, but isn't it painful to be bitten by it?"

… ….

Late at night, in Naca Manor, after everyone was almost asleep, the gate slowly opened and a few fast horses rushed out of the manor, heading straight in the direction of Maple Leaf Town.

The light was still on in Jerat's study at Naca Manor. Geralt stood by the window watching the horse ride away, a cruel smile in his eyes.

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