- Even a monkey jumping out of a rock has a heavenly father and an earthly mother as relatives, let alone ordinary people.
The Caliph has many relatives, and since he found out that he has become rich, wave after wave of people came up to borrow money.
A gold coin sounds like a lot, but when you take it apart, it's not much. Over the past few days, he has already lent fifty silver coins, and with the addition of his own use these few days, now he only has thirty silver coins with him.
"Khalifah, you and I have grown up as friends." An old man who was about the same age as the Caliph stood outside the house, and behind him was a group of ordinary people in ragged clothes: "I know you made money, if you I don’t want to borrow anything, and I don’t say anything, but why does Obama, that black charcoal mining head, get five silver coins, and I ask you to borrow it, but you say you have no money, there is no such reason, it’s not fair.”
The caliph stood at the door of the house, his head was stained with snowflakes, he seemed to be shaking with anger, his lips trembled for a long time, but he could only say one sentence: "Lincoln, I really don't have much money. My family and I have to live. .”
"I don't care, since you lent Obama money, then I want to." Lincoln's face was full of anger: "If you don't lend me money, I won't leave."
When the caliph heard this, he was so angry that his body was shaking.
Seeing this, the caliph's son grabbed a stick and wanted to rush out, but his relatives dragged him back. Because Lincoln brought more and stronger people outside the door.
There are already many people around watching, pointing and pointing, almost all looking gloating.
Do you not suffer from widowhood, but from inequality
Beta waited in the distance for a while, seeing that the caliph really couldn't solve the trouble by himself, so he walked forward slowly.
As he approached, more and more onlookers noticed him, and then they all shut up, and some even backed away timidly.
The surrounding voices gradually became quieter, and when Beta waited behind the man named Lincoln, the Caliph finally found him at this time, and then a pair of old eyes lit up in front of him.
Lincoln was still shouting loudly at this time: "Let me tell you, I know that you earned the money from the nobleman, and I also know that you got a good thigh, but I have borrowed the money, and you don't want to borrow it." You have to borrow it, even if the master comes."
Snowflakes slowly floated down from the air, and Beta smiled slightly behind the other party: "Really? I can't even come here?"
"No one can come." Lincoln seemed to be passionate, and he subconsciously responded after hearing this. When he turned around, saw Beta, and then saw Beta's outfit, his face turned pale in an instant, and then he plopped He knelt down on the ground: "I... I... I."
Lincoln even said the word "I" three times, but couldn't utter nonsense, and the relatives behind him all knelt down immediately, buried their heads in the snow, and at the same time secretly cursed his grandfather, this old man, what are you talking about? Dare to say, no, it's a big disaster.
Beta ignored them, but smiled at Khalifa: "Aren't you going to invite me in?"
Khalifa has been watching Lincoln's performance silently, seeing his completely different attitude towards himself and Beta, feeling extremely desolate in his heart. He didn't react until Beta spoke, and immediately bent down slightly: "Your Excellency, please come in."
When Beta entered the Khalifa's house, Lincoln took his relatives and fled away like a frightened rabbit, and even took the onlookers away.
The caliph's cabin used to have air leaks everywhere, but after receiving the money, it was repaired, and now the house is much warmer. But because the doors and windows are closed tightly, and people generally don't like to take a bath in a world of ice and snow, there will be a strange smell in the room after a long time.
I have lived in the abalone room for a long time, but I don't know its smell. The caliph and his family felt nothing, but Beta felt a little uncomfortable.
He took out a magic scroll from the space, tore it open, and then a burst of green light surrounded the room, and it didn't take long for the air in the whole room to be fresh.
Odor Dispelling Spell... It has a great restraint effect on poisonous fog and stench, and it can prevent plague and corpse poison from being transmitted in the air. It is a very practical magic.
Used to disperse odors, it is simply overkill.
The caliph does not understand magic and does not know why.
The caliph's family, using the best and cleanest furniture in the house, poured some bad ale and served it. When the Caliph saw this, his face turned red. He knew that these things were not suitable for entertaining Beta, but there was nothing he could do. Now this was the only thing in his house.
Beta sat down and said with a smile: "Khalifah, someone is forcing you to borrow money. It's a failure for scholars to mess with you."
If other people talk like this, the caliph will definitely walk away. He is a scholar and has his own pride. He doesn't like to hear the words that he failed. If it weren't for the suppression of the two city lords, he would become like this.
But Beta has a strong affinity. After all, the charm value is high. As long as the words are not malicious, most people will not be angry. The same is true for the Caliph. He said helplessly: "It is difficult to borrow, and it is difficult not to borrow."
"In fact, there are two reasons for this result. One is that you get less money. After you borrow it, you don't have enough money to spend, so you don't dare to borrow it. In fact, as long as you have more money, you don't have this problem. The other reason is that Your status is not high enough, and no one takes your status as a scholar seriously. In fact, as long as you solve any problem, you will not find out what happened just now."
The old caliph's face was full of embarrassment: "I don't want to do this either, but now I can't even leave this city."
"Actually, things aren't that difficult." Beta smiled and said, "I remember you understand Hollevin's language."
Khalifa nodded.
Beta took out a book of the teachings of the God of Wealth from it: "But I don't understand the language of Stanlow, and now I can talk to you, it is purely a magical effect. I want to preach here, so the teachings of Stanlow are after all can not be less."
Beta put a gold coin on the teaching: "This is the fee for you to help me translate the teaching."
Then he put two more gold coins on top of it: "After the translation is finished, help me find a paper dealer in the city and ask them to copy ten copies for me. The rest will be your hard work."
The caliph looked at the three gold coins in the doctrine. The reward was really frighteningly high. As long as he accepted this task, the little thing about Lincoln just now would no longer be a problem. He thought for a while, raised his head and asked, "Your Excellency Beta, why did you help me like this?"
"Although the goddess of my family is the goddess of wealth, she is in charge of the flow of money in the world, but she always believes that knowledge is much more important than money." Beta said in a very gentle tone: "So I can't understand, I can't understand a real Scholars have fallen to such an extent."
Harry felt a little sour in his nose.