Naka Manor, not far from Maple Leaf Town, is brightly lit even though it is night, like a festival.
Naka Manor is not so much a manor, but a castle. Such a strong city wall, thanks to the continuous reinforcement of the owners of the manor, looks like a fortress. Even if bandits come, they may not be easily captured. .
Naka Manor itself also has many guards, which is one of the reasons why Naka Manor is famous far and wide, and no one dares to mess with it.
"Master, are you back?" Seeing Master Kitley, the chief steward of Naka Manor greeted him and saluted him.
Kitley nodded: "Where's my father?"
"Master, master is waiting for you in the study..." said the big housekeeper.
Passing through the somewhat gloomy corridor, Kitley came to his father's study, knocked on the door, and called out, "Father..."
"Come in..." The answer was few words, but to Kitley there was an irresistible majesty.
A burly man was sitting on the table in the study room. He was holding a sword in one hand and a rag in the other, and was gently wiping it back and forth. His own wife is average.
He is the owner of Naka Manor - Geralt. When he saw his son coming in, he said without looking back, "Sit down..."
Kitley sat down on the side nervously. Ever since he was a child, he was most afraid of his father.
"Have your cousin gone to bed with that Master Mackinsh?" asked Geralt.
"Yes, father..." Kitley replied.
Geralt turned around, took a look at his son, put the sword back into the scabbard, and put the rag on the table casually, "For the arrival of your cousin Jordin and that Master McKinsey, please be kind to us. , don't neglect others..."
When he said this, Geralt had already put on a humble expression on his face. For Geralt, the arrival of Jordin and McKinsey made the Naka Manor flourish. Such aristocrats would not be able to invite them even if they wanted to. They could come to save face for his family.
"Yes, father," replied Kitley honestly.
"Are they still having fun here today?" Geralt smiled and asked, "You haven't been in the manor all day, where have you been?"
"We... went to Maple Leaf Town..." Kitley panicked, wondering if he should tell what happened this afternoon.
"Well, Maple Leaf Town, yes, autumn is here, and the maple leaves there are very beautiful, um...as long as they have fun..." Geralt didn't feel anything strange, and asked with a smile: "How do you get along with them?" Sample?"
"Fortunately, Cousin Jordyn was nice to me..." Kitley said.
"That's good..." Geralt nodded with satisfaction, and being able to establish a relationship with Jordin showed that Kitley did a good job.
"You are the same age, you should have various common topics..."
Seeing his father's normal expression, Kitley's heart was relieved. He knew that his father was satisfied with his performance, so he couldn't help asking for credit and said with a smile, "Father, I will be ten years old after this month." It's my fifth birthday, look..."
Knowing a son is like a father, before Kitley finished speaking, Geralt already understood what he meant, and asked with a smile, "What do you want?"
"Is there a show?" Kitley's eyebrows twitched, secretly delighted in his heart, his father is usually not so easy to talk to.
He took a step closer and said boldly, "Father, I want a sword." He paused, "Well... a sword like Cousin Jordin will do."
Geralt hadn't felt anything when he heard the first half of Kitley's sentence, but he was so scared that he almost slipped when he heard the second half.
"What? You want a sword like Cousin Jordin's?"
"Yes." Kitley hadn't realized that there was a problem with his condition. In his opinion, a sword was nothing more than a big deal.
Geralt smiled wryly, "Dear Kitley, it's not that I don't want to buy such a sword for you, but I can't afford it at all. Do you know how much Cousin Jordin's sword costs?"
"How much?" Kitley was still at a loss, but he knew it must be expensive.
Geralt smiled wryly and held out three fingers.
"Three hundred gold coins?" Kitley asked.
Geralt shook his head.
"Three thousand gold coins?"
Geralt still shook his head, and then said, "Your cousin Jordin's sword is called 'Icy Long Song', a low-level dark gold level equipment, and the price exceeds 30,000 gold coins..."
"Thirty thousand?" Kitley was taken aback by the figure, "This sword alone is worth thirty thousand?"
Geralt nodded seriously, "30,000 is the basic figure, which refers to the lowest-level attribute. If it is a high-level attribute, the value of the light essence core is 150,000. The price of dark gold-level equipment must be doubled, and the value is at least It’s more than 300,000, and it’s estimated to be even higher if it’s auctioned.”
"What is a dark gold level? Superior attributes?" Kitley still didn't understand.
"Don't you know?" Geralt frowned, and said dissatisfiedly, "Kitley, you don't listen to me when I tell you to read more books, but now you don't understand anything, hmph, you don't know anything. …”
After teaching Kitley a lesson, Geralt still gave him an answer, "The level of our commonly used weapons can be upgraded. Like the swords we usually use, they have not been upgraded. They are ordinary weapons. The process of upgrading to a higher level , we call enchanting..."
"The enchanted sword has magic attributes, making it easier and more powerful to use, and its attack power also increases..."
"Weapon enchantment requires the use of fine cores. After the upgrade is successful, the first level is Azure level, the second level is Sea Blue level, the third level is Gold level, and the fourth level is Dark Gold level. Your cousin's sword is the fourth level. The dark gold level... "
"Then what are the ranks and attributes?" Kitley still didn't understand.
"As for rank and attributes, your cousin is now an intermediate swordsman, and he can only use lower-rank weapons. The highest level of lower-rank weapons is dark gold. As for attributes... I don't know. It is already top-quality...so the price of 300,000 yuan is not too high."
Kitley thought for a while and asked, "Why are there so many price differences between high-level and low-level weapons..."
Geralt smiled, "It's about the price of the essence core. Think about it, the price of a level four essence core is 1000 gold coins, the price of a five level essence core is 2000 gold coins, and the level six is 5000 gold coins. It's the price of a level-6 essence core, our family can't afford it..."
He paused and continued, "And... the enchantment of weapons is not smooth sailing, and the probability of failure is very high. If you fail once, the core will be gone. This is like gambling. The higher the level of the weapon, the higher the probability of failure. Many people enchanted their weapons, and in the end, some people lost their fortunes... "
"As for upgrading a low-level white-level weapon to a dark-gold level, it usually needs 30 essence cores, and the essence core alone costs 150,000 yuan. To make it into a dark-gold level weapon, the price doubles, which is 300,000 yuan..."
Kitley stuck out his tongue, "300,000 for a sword, the price is too exaggerated..." He knew that his manor's annual income was only a few thousand gold coins, and this 300,000 swords was simply an unrealistic fantasy.
"It's good that you know... It's not that I, a father, won't buy it for you, because I can't afford it at all..." Geralt smiled, "The Salter family is incomparable to us, and their family is also in the Holy Roman Empire. If it wasn't for your aunt married to the Patriarch, our Naka Manor wouldn't be as glorious as it is today... "
Kitley nodded. He knew that his family was nothing more than a country rich man, while his cousin and his friend McKinsey were the real nobles, and his family was not worthy of carrying shoes.
Qiao Ding is the son of his aunt. If it weren't for this relationship, as Master Qiao Ding, how could he come to a place like Naka Manor.
"Jordin may become the heir of the Salter family. If you get along well with him, it will benefit you in the future..." laughed.
"Yes, Father..." Kitley nodded, "I will."
"I'll give this sword to you..." Geralt thought for a while, and handed the long sword that he just wiped to Kitley, "This sword belongs to the lower-level Azure-level long sword, with lower attributes, and the price is at least worth it." Five or six thousand gold coins, I'll give it to you..."
Kitley was overjoyed, stretched out his hand to take it happily, thanked him, took the sword and left his father's study. With this sword, he can show off in front of his cousin and his friends tomorrow. Although this behavior seems very ridiculous, Master Kitley still wants to save face.
Geralt's study returned to calm again, and after a while, the knock on the door sounded again.
"Come in… "
The one who came in was the butler of Naka Manor.
"Master, what do you need from me?"
Geralt narrowed his eyes and asked the butler, "What happened when Kitley went to Maple Leaf Town today?"
Kitley's frightened expression still couldn't hide from him. Geralt knew his son best since he was a child.
Sure enough, the butler bowed deeply and said, "Yes, master, something happened to the young master and the others in Maple Leaf Town today."
Then he explained everything that happened this afternoon, and the big housekeeper was also surprised. This is just a small matter for Naka Manor, so let him handle it. He also believes that he can handle it well, no? Is it a beggar? Unexpectedly, the master would actually intervene in person.
"Oh, it turned out that I accidentally killed an old beggar..." Geralt didn't take it seriously.
If it is a townsman, it will probably be a little troublesome. For the benefit of the townspeople, it may be inevitable to pay some money. If it is just a penniless beggar, it will save a lot of trouble, and you don't even have to pay money.
"But Kitley is so worthless. He did the evil thing, but forgot to wipe his ass." Geralt snorted coldly, and said dissatisfiedly, "Call me Kitley..."
Kitley came to his father's study again, and when he saw the butler, he knew it was broken. His father must have known what happened today.
Geralt asked with a livid face, "Kitley, do you know what's wrong?"
Kitley looked flustered, "I... I... It's none of my business, he bumped into it himself..."
"I didn't mean you..." Geralt's eyes were fixed on Kitley, "why didn't you kill that little bastard?"
"Uh... there were a lot of townspeople watching that day..." Kitley hadn't thought about this, but with so many people that day, it was difficult for him to act.
"It doesn't matter if there are many people in the town, it's just killing a little beggar..." Geralt was extremely dissatisfied with him.
"Father, since you said you were just a little beggar, is it necessary to be so serious? It feels like we are afraid of him..." Kitley said cautiously.
Geralt frowned, took a breath, and asked, "Kitley, do you know about mountain ants?"
"Mountain ants?" Kitley had a question mark in his mind. He didn't know what his father was referring to
"That's right, it's that kind of mountain ant, it's very big..." Geralt showed a meaningful smile, "Although the mountain ant is small, it still hurts when bitten by it, doesn't it?"
…
In the middle of the night, after everyone in Naka Manor was almost asleep, the gate opened slowly, and several fast horses rushed out of the manor, heading straight for Maple Leaf Town.
The lights were still on in Geralt's study in the Naka Manor. Geralt stood by the window, watching the fast horses going away, with a cruel smile in his eyes.
"This kid's tail has to be cleaned up by my father..."