1222 You've Encountered a Swindler

The old geezer glanced at Crown Prince Mo with a harrumph before finding a rock to sit down on. "Humph, aren't you obedient, saying whatever you're told."

"You sly little lass." The old geezer rubbed his round belly and turned to look at Mo Lian. He acquiesced sardonically, "Fine then. It's not like this old man cannot afford to lose."

"Right, do you two have any dry food on you? Give it here to show your elder filial respect." Although he carried a lot of food with him, he didn't know how to cook!

Because of this, he had starved for a good two days. It really was tragic.

Mo Lian cast him a sidelong glance and tossed him a random bag of wheat cookies. He then pulled along his wifey to head for the small base.

The old geezer stood behind them and watched them with a meaningful gaze. He then dug out a cookie from the bag and chomped down on it.

"Sigh, who would've thought that this old man, the august Third Elder of the Divine Province's House of Elders, would end up in this lousy place and munch on dry food," he muttered as he trailed behind the two in a neither fast nor slow pace while remaining neither near nor far.

Qiao Mu could sense that the old geezer had not left yet, so she turned to look at him. She then tugged at Mo Lian's hand and asked, "Who is this old man? Why is he following us."

"Ignore him," Mo Lian replied dryly. He then held her small hand and entered the base grandiosely.

Earlier, there was someone with unperceptive eyes who wanted him to pay a fee, but he, uhm, ended up getting thrown out with a single hand. At the moment, he was probably rubbing his waist in a corner…

By now, Qiao Mu was already familiar with the streets in the adventurer base, so she pulled Mo Lian along to the mission distribution center.

Previously, she had made an appointment with Huge Bear Squad to buy all the primary-rank herbs they could dig out in a month.

However, it was already two to three days past the appointed time. Did they get uneasy from the wait?

Qiao Mu and Mo Lian walked toward the mission distribution center while holding hands. When they got closer, they discovered that a large crowd had swamped the area, with many onlookers jabbering nonstop.

At the beginning, the two were unable to squeeze their way in and stood outside the crowd. They weren't even able to see the mission distribution center's sign.

Nonetheless, Qiao Mu heard the voice of Gao Sheng, Huge Bear Squad's captain, over the crowd.

"It's not like we have hindered anyone. It's a vacant lot that no one goes to normally, so how are we taking up space with those herbs there."

"Tsk, I say, Captain Gao, are you here to make people laugh. Your big heap of herbs are being a dog in the manger. How many days have they been there already! You really are anticipating for that little lady to come and collect those herbs! Hahahahaha!" The captain of Proud Hawk Squad held a good-looking yet garishly-dressed woman in his arms as he ridiculed Gao Sheng with a snicker.

"Maybe she was just playing with you!"

"Yeah, that's right. One mystic currency for a low-rank herb—how can that be possible! Low-rank herbs may have medicinal use, but frankly speaking, they are just grass, hahahahaha! There are so many inside the Mystic Beast Forest, with all that one could ever want. If that little lady really were to purchase them like this, then she would not even recover her capital."

"In my view, that little lass is a swindler. She won't be coming back."

"You're speaking nonsense!" Sis Ge yelled angrily, "You people aren't her, so why are you making wild guesses. It could be that Miss Qiao was held up by something for several days!"

"Held up, hahahaha! Only someone as naive as you would believe so! Maybe she secretly took a look and then fled after getting scared witless by your 'colossal handiwork' of 200 some thousand stalks of primary-rank herbs!"

Everybody burst into uproarious laughter.