"I see, master." After replying respectfully, Sansson hesitated for a moment, and finally said to Firena: "But master, I have one more thing to tell you first, that is, the repair cost of this hall, I'm afraid I need this number." ”

With that, Sanson stretched out his right hand to Firena and gestured a number.

At the moment when Sanson drew the number of three hundred, Firena suddenly felt a cramping pain in her heart, and while thinking about when the inflation in the other world was so strong, her right hand also covered her chest, as if she had suffered a fatal blow.

"No, it's just a matter of repairing a few marble slabs, do you need so many gold coins?"

"Master, you know the nobles' set, only buy the expensive ones and don't buy the right ones, you should be glad that Mordred didn't cut down the pillars of the hall, otherwise with our finances now, we simply can't afford to pay for the maintenance of that pillar."

About their master's love of money, which is not a shortcoming, all the servants know, but they don't take this matter to heart, as heroes who have been praised by later generations, in their minds, with the increase of their master's vision, this shortcoming will eventually be improved.

However, the ideal is very plump, but the reality is very skinny, Firena's love for money, not only did not weaken with the increase of strength, but became more and more prominent, especially for gold coins and magic crystals and other shiny things, there is an almost paranoid preference, which can't help but give the servants a headache.

In order to overcome this problem of their master, the servants buried their heads in deliberations, and finally unanimously adopted the "heartache" plan proposed by Shakespeare, that is, to let Firena get used to this feeling of losing gold coins in heartache again and again, so as to improve this problem of loving money.

Sure enough, as the servants expected, after hearing that Mordred, the bear child, had wasted nearly three hundred gold coins, Firena suddenly fell like an eggplant beaten by frost, and coupled with Sanson's comforting words, she suddenly felt that she had lost hope in her life.

Firena, who had lost her gold coin, could no longer remember how she had returned to her room, and when she woke up in a daze, it was already three poles of the day.

Curled up, Firena reached out her little hand from the quilt, and then pulled the quilt to wrap herself more tightly, now she only felt that in the materialistic society of the other world, only the quilt was still a little warm.

"Dang!" A loud bang spread into the room from the window, and the harsh sound of metal colliding made Firena, who was immersed in sleep, tremble suddenly, and sat up directly in shock.

With a frowning brow, Firena's eyes looked out the window, judging from the two streams of magic that had just spread into the room with the sound, one of them was as quiet as water, because it should be Lancelot, and as for the other manic magic, there was no need to guess, Firena knew that it was released by the bear child Mordred.

"Can't these guys save me some snacks? How do I feel like being a father and a mother, worrying about this group of guys who have become heroes. Rubbing her eyebrows, Firena felt that she had aged more than ten years in an instant, and sighed like an old man about the troubles of her fate.

Before Firena could recover from the fright, a series ......of violent popping sounds came from outside the window, followed by unbridled frenzied magic, as well as terrifying coercion, stirring magic that blew everything in the room and made them make hunting sounds.

"These guys, are they competing or fighting!" Slapping the quilt hard, Firena jumped up directly from the bed, and then walked to the window in three steps and two steps, poked her head out to look at the two people who were fighting fiercely below, and immediately wanted to open her mouth to scold.

However, as soon as Firena opened her mouth, Lancelot and Mordred below slammed into each other with their respective magical powers, and the two surging magical forces that did not give in to each other entwined and collided with each other, and finally turned into a burst of rapid energy, rapidly expanding in all directions.

"Woo, cough!" The violent wind pressure poured down Firena's mouth into her lungs, and before she could say the words that came to her mouth, she was poured back into her stomach by the strong wind, and after retracting into the room and coughing violently for a while, Firena felt much more comfortable.

"These uneasy guys!" The resentment in her heart had turned into the greatest, and Firena directly wore a nightdress and rushed to the training ground downstairs with a draped hairdress.

But before she could rush into the venue, the chatter of nearby servants came to her ears.

"Lancelot, who is worthy of King Arthur's legendary martial arts, can defend against such a fierce attack, and there is a faint tendency to press."

"But the Modred knight is not bad at all, and the fierce use of magic power in the battle makes Lancelot only tired of defending for a while."

"It's a pity that you can't use treasures here, otherwise I really want to see who is more powerful in the two treasures."

Walked to the training ground with a black face, Firena was completely speechless for this group of servants who didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement, this kind of competition close to full firepower was not enjoyable, and she still wanted to see the bombardment of the treasure? Do they really think that their master is a local tyrant, and they can be such a casual loser, even the aftermath of Lancelot's treasure and the two of them is enough to overturn the entire building.

"You guy, after so many years, it's still the same, on the surface it still looks so great, but it's rotten in the mainland, you should really call it Shakespeare's guy, write something to let the master realize the real you!"

Holding the sword in his hand, Mordred began to criticize Lancelot with some breath, although he did not have the upper hand in the battle just now, but how could the arrogant bear child admit his weakness.

I have to say that Lancelot, who occupies the saber rank, has a really good personality, and in the face of Mordred's barrage-like ridicule, in other words, others have already gone up to teach her to be a person, but Lancelot just stood quietly in place with a frown, unmoved by the bear child's ridicule.

After enduring it for a long time, Lancelot finally deflected the indestructible lake light in his hand, and said to Mordred with a frown: "Seeing that you have become a heroic spirit, your strength has not increased much, but your mouth is a lot sharper. ”

Lancelot's words directly poked Mordred's soft underbelly, and she laughed arrogantly, she directly raised the king sword in her hand, and laughed: "Hey, then let you see how I, a heroic spirit who has not grown much, defeated your arrogant guy!" ”