I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 23: Rich Rewards

As a wanderer, Joffrey's mind worked quickly, and he immediately understood what was going on.

Unbeknownst to me, I had fallen into this young man's trap.

However, he was not angry or embarrassed at all; instead, he laughed heartily.

"Hahaha, interesting, very interesting!"

Joffrey nodded without hesitation. "I really didn't lift a finger. All twenty gold coins are yours."

In fact, he didn't really lose anything; he even gained an extra attendance point for a difficult mission, bringing him one step closer to the gold badge.

Goodbye, and I hope we can work together again sometime.

After saying that, he waved his hand, turned around, and left the counter.

"Goodbye," Wilde replied.

Based on my understanding from the game in my previous life, wanderers are usually cunning and ruthless characters.

So from the very beginning, he put Joffrey in that role and set him up without any qualms.

Unexpectedly, this wanderer possessed a certain chivalrous spirit.

Meanwhile, Martha had already taken all of their team's loot backstage for an appraisal.

More than ten minutes later, she came running back, seemingly in a hurry for something.

"The giant spider is worth fifty silver coins, the phase spider is worth twenty gold coins, the spider silk is worth one gold coin, and the two sets of glands and teeth are worth one gold coin in total."

She caught her breath and, after a moment, continued, "The phase crystal has been identified as of medium quality. The association is willing to offer twenty gold coins to take it over. Is that acceptable?"

"Can."

Wilder did not hesitate at all.

Even if the price offered outside is higher, he doesn't want to keep this stuff covered in venom for too long.

"Okay, that makes a total of forty-two gold and five silver."

Martha opened the drawer with a key, counted out forty-two gold coins, added five silver coins, put them all into a coarse burlap sack, and pushed it in front of Wilder.

"Keep it safe."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Wilder carefully slipped the purse into his inner pocket.

"We've struck it rich this time! Time for a good drink tonight! And while we're at it..."

Gru didn't say what he was about to say, but his mind was already replaying the pretty faces of the girls in the tavern.

Wilder slung his backpack over his shoulder, ready to say goodbye, when he noticed that Martha had also stood up and was tidying up the ledgers on the table.

"Are you about to leave work?" he asked.

"Yes, I just asked the president for leave." She looked up and said without any hesitation, "Are you going to the clinic later? I'll go with you."

"Okay." Wilder nodded.

Gru wanted to make a joke, but seeing how quickly Martha packed her things, he swallowed his words.

"cut."

He muttered to himself, "The girls at the tavern are much prettier than Martha. There's nothing to envy."

……

The Red House isn't the best clinic in Ironweave Town, but its affordable prices make it the most popular among adventurers.

It is said that the owner here was once an adventurer. Fed up with the exorbitant prices of various potions, he abandoned martial arts and turned to medicine, treating adventurers with the most traditional physical therapy.

Gru's kneecap was set here last time, so much so that the screams coming from the clinic room sent chills down his spine.

Cyrion and Lyle were in the same hospital room.

Besides them, there were two other adventurers in the house: one had been hit in the head by a goblin and suffered a concussion, and the other had been bitten in the groin by a Slug.

"You've been back for so long?"

Cyrion lay half-reclined on the wooden plank bed, his legs wrapped around the plank. His complexion had improved considerably. "I thought Gru had taken you out drinking."

"You can't drink alcohol for twelve hours after taking the antidote, and you have to wait three more hours," Gru grinned.

He intended to block Martha behind him and catch Cyril off guard, but due to his height, he ultimately failed.

"Martha, you're here."

Even so, Cyrion was caught off guard, and his pale face, which had been pale from blood loss, inexplicably regained its healthy color.

"Hmm, let's appreciate this overconfident warrior."

Martha glanced at his calf, which was clamped in a wooden board; it didn't seem too bad. "How's Lyle?"

"This guy's tough; he almost suffered a heart injury." Cyrion pointed to the ward. "It's all taken care of; he should wake up later, I estimate."

Wilder went over to take a look. Lyle had a thick bandage wrapped around his chest. Fortunately, the bleeding had stopped, but he would probably need to rest for a long time.

Then he handed the money pouch from his pocket to Cyril.

"Captain, this is the reward for this mission. Martha's price is very fair."

Martha and Cyrion both looked at him simultaneously; his handsome face, still refined after the battle, radiated an extremely approachable charm.

Cyrion didn't say anything, but reached out and took the money bag, then paused in surprise.

"How come there are so many?!"

Gru immediately gave a vivid account of how the association had borrowed the silver badge.

This is just practice; he'll probably repeat it a dozen more times tonight at the tavern, only this time he'll change the protagonist of the story from Wilde to a dwarf.

"Wild, you contributed the most this time."

Cyrion sincerely praised, "Let's divide this money in a 4:3:3:3 ratio, you take four shares."

Wilder shook his head:

"Let's split it evenly."

When faced with the Phase Spider and Cyrion's choice between retreating or fighting to the death, a third option actually flashed through his mind.

They threw the unconscious Gru and Lyle at the giant spider and took the opportunity to escape.

That is the safest way to survive.

There is no blood relation or agreement between teammates, so abandoning each other is perfectly normal. He doesn't believe that other teams haven't made the same choice.

Cyrion was experienced enough that he couldn't have overlooked that option, but he ultimately didn't bring it up.

This team is reliable.

"Okay, let's split it evenly!"

Cyrion laughed heartily, and Gru, that money-grubber, jumped to a considerable height.

Wilder received ten gold and fifty-two silver.

The task, which was originally expected to give each person less than one gold coin, ended up giving more than ten times the amount.

The reward for this adventure is quite substantial.

After dividing the payment, Wilder and Gru planned to leave.

With the two brothers standing there, there were some things Cyril and Martha couldn't bring themselves to say.

At the entrance of the Red House Medical Clinic, the orange-red light of dusk slanted across the stone pavement, perfectly capturing the atmosphere of returning to tranquility after a battle.

Wilde and Gru are not going the same way, so they part ways here.

"Little one, want to come to the pub for a drink?"

Gru extended an invitation, "Let me introduce you to a nice girl. You know, adventurers' battlefields aren't limited to the border forests."

Wilder was not a hermit saint, especially since his body, just eighteen years old, was full of vitality.

However, he still declined.

"I have something to do tonight, but I'll definitely do it next time."

He remembered that there was a strange girl living next door in the Colt Tavern, and tonight he would pay her back the twenty-odd silver coins he owed her.

Otherwise, given her appetite...

They might starve to death, right?