After Edmond left, the maid stood dazed for a good while before she recovered.
Just a moment ago, when Edmond leaned in to speak, she had thought he was about to do something, and her body had instantly stiffened.
At the same time, a pleasant scent wafted from Edmond.
In this era, bathing was considered a luxury.
Due to restrictions on fuel and water sources, the vast majority of ordinary people only washed once or twice a month.
And usually, they just rinsed directly with clean water.
However, Edmond still maintained the good habits from his previous life, bathing in hot water every day, sometimes even twice a day.
And since he had money now, Edmond naturally wouldn’t treat himself poorly, using high-quality soap when bathing.
That fragrance came precisely from that.
Recalling Edmond’s words from just now, Livina looked down at the pouch in her hand and then hurriedly tucked it away.
…
By evening, Livina finished her day’s work and wearily huddled in her cramped little dormitory.
After locking the door, she pressed against it to listen for any movement outside.
Satisfied that there was nothing unusual, she sat on the bed.
Then, she reached into her clothes, took out the pouch Edmond had given her, and nervously opened it.
After opening the pouch and seeing what was inside, the maid was instantly stunned, and the pouch in her hand fell directly to the floor.
“Cling-clang!”
The oren inside fell to the ground, emitting a series of metallic clinking sounds.
Seeing this, Livina instantly panicked.
She sprang up from the bed, her knees went weak, and she knelt on the floor.
She leaned over the bed, scrambling to pick up the scattered coins one by one and put them back into the pouch.
And when she had counted exactly how many oren were in the pouch, her body stiffened once again.
There were actually 30 oren!
This was not only completely enough to pay for her father’s medical expenses, but there was even plenty left over.
It was a good while before she recovered from the shock, and her eyes instantly turned red.
She covered her mouth with both hands, tears welling up from her eyes and streaming down through the gaps between her fingers.
Yet she still dared not make a sound, fearing someone would discover her.
30 oren was a massive fortune; if others discovered it, it would inevitably give rise to ill intentions.
This was also the reason Edmond had leaned in to speak quietly earlier; in this era, for an ordinary person to possess a large amount of wealth was simply too dangerous.
After kneeling on the floor for a while, Livina finally stood up and struggled to sit back on the bed.
She retied the small pouch and carefully tucked it inside her clothes.
Tomorrow, tomorrow she would go ask her boss for time off and then take her father to see the doctor.
…
Meanwhile, Edmond was sitting on the carriage, with all his items loaded onto it.
During the day, he had the group of porters move everything to a spot some distance away from the carriage and then let them leave.
When night came—which was now—he commanded the Skeleton Wolf to pull the carriage over, then moved the items onto the carriage by himself.
Anyway, with the Spell of Mage Hand, he wouldn’t be tired.
As for why he gave the maid so much money, this was what Edmond thought:
30 oren was nothing to him.
If he could help, he would help.
Even if she had lied to him or wasn’t really the daughter of a good family, he would just consider it as feeding it to the dogs.
It wasn’t a big deal either way.
Resting on the carriage, once he determined it was about time, Edmond donned his black robe again, preparing to go to the three Graveyards to retrieve the corpses now.
But at this moment, his brows furrowed slightly.
His Mental Power caught some movement; four people were walking in his direction.
“Why would anyone come here so late?”
Edmond felt very puzzled, as he had specifically chosen the dead of night, when no one was around, to call the Skeleton Wolf over.
Without hesitation, he unleashed his Mental Power with full force, covering a radius of several dozen paces around him.
The outlines of the four people appeared clearly in his mental field of vision; they were four adult men, none of them tall, and they were all holding wooden clubs or crude daggers.
And through his Mental Power, he discovered that one of the four was the very porter who had moved his things during the day.
During the day, that porter was dressed in rags, smiling obsequiously, speaking in a servile tone, looking exactly like an honest, impoverished man.
But right now, he was completely different from his honest and simple appearance during the day; his face revealed undisguised greed.
He said to the other three:
“Rest assured, I saw it clearly during the day; there is no one else, just that kid all by himself.”
Hearing this, one of them immediately asked in a somewhat worried tone:
“Are you sure?
Aren’t those big shots always surrounded by many guards?”
“If he brought people, us few…”
“Why would I lie to you?
And am I not here in person?
If there were really any trouble, wouldn’t I be unable to escape as well?”
The porter’s voice rose a little, carrying an impatient certainty.
“I’m not an idiot; would I lead myself into a trap?”
The other three looked at each other after hearing this and felt that made sense.
Thinking of this, their slight worries finally vanished, and their pace quickened once again.
Seeing the other three like this, the porter thought with some disdain:
“If it weren’t for the fear that I couldn’t handle it alone, I wouldn’t have let you idiots join in.”
However, looking down on them was one thing, but he knew he couldn’t show it yet.
He still needed these people to put in the effort for him, so his face was still plastered with a smile as he spoke again:
“Let me tell you, that kid purchased a lot of things; just the white bread alone was two large bags, plus packs of salted meat and dried meat—the whole carriage is packed full.”
“And everything is of excellent quality.
I’ve been a porter for so many years, I can tell at a glance.”
He paused and scanned the expressions of his three companions.
Their eyes had already lit up, their mouths slightly agape, and their breathing had become a bit rapid.
The porter was very satisfied with this effect and continued:
“Even if the four of us split it, it’s enough for us to enjoy for quite a while.”
“And…”
Speaking of this, the porter actually stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, revealing a somewhat intoxicated expression, the greed in his eyes becoming even more intense.
“You haven’t seen it; that kid’s skin is even better than the best prostitutes in town, and there’s a very pleasant scent wafting from him.”
“I don’t know what he used, but when I walked past him, I still remember that fragrance even now.”
He narrowed his eyes, as if savoring something.
“What a beauty, hehe.”
His laughter was low, carrying a lewdness that made one’s skin crawl.
Upon hearing this, the other three looked at each other once again.
Their expressions couldn’t be seen clearly in the moonlight, but one could clearly hear the sound of them swallowing saliva, and their breathing became even heavier.
Meanwhile, Edmond, who had been eavesdropping with his Mental Power, was instantly stunned upon hearing this.
“A beauty?”
“Me?”
He subconsciously looked down at his own hands; two fair hands extended from the cuffs of his black robe, a world of difference from most people in this era.
In fact, when he was first brought back by Arnold, Edmond’s appearance was the same as most people in this era.
A body thin from malnutrition, and skin that had become dark and rough from excessive labor.
But ever since he awakened the memories of his previous life and became a Necromancer, his body began to undergo visible changes.
Until it became what it was today.
His face was fair and handsome, his skin smooth and delicate, his build well-proportioned and sturdy; his whole being exuded a sense of cleanliness and refinement that was completely out of place in this era.
Although what the porter said was a bit lewd, it was indeed the truth.
Not to mention that he was very attentive to hygiene, bathing daily, changing clothes frequently, using soap, and trimming his nails.
These habits, which were commonplace in his previous life, were incongruous luxuries in this era.
The vast majority of ordinary people only bathed once or twice a month, and their bodies often emitted a sour smell of sweat.
But he was always clean, and his body carried a pleasant scent of soap.
This contrast, in the eyes of those who had never left the small town in their lives, was indeed enough to make them harbor some inappropriate thoughts.
And at the thought of the other party’s lewd and disgusting face, Edmond’s body couldn’t help but shudder with disgust.
It felt like insects crawling up his spine, cold and chilling, making his whole body uncomfortable.
The situation was now very clear: that porter had seen him purchase so many things and, with no guards around him, had developed evil intentions.
He wanted to take advantage of the night to rob him directly, and perhaps even wanted to do something else.
Since that was the case, he didn’t need to worry about anything else.
Edmond’s gaze began to turn cold.
Towards those pitiful people and ordinary folk, he certainly wouldn’t be stingy in showing his kindness.
But towards those who harbored ill intentions, he also had his methods.
Maybe it’s not a big deal now… maybe it will be later.
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”