Chapter 839 - Nano’s Product
“Auri, you stay here and instruct them what they need to know, such as the layout of the Old Earth and our rules at Padt Manor.”
Angor, Leon, and Mana then left the main hall and saw many servants trying to peek inside.
“Now that we accepted them, we need to determine where to keep them,” Angor said when they were far away from other servants.
“We have unused rooms on the third or fourth floor,” said Mana. “I can clean them up later.”
“The Krakoks are members of Grue Town, but not our clan. Should we keep them with us?”
“What’s your opinion?” asked Leon.
“As I said, they are natural builders and crafters. We need only find them a piece of land somewhere, and they’ll start up a new home in no time. Before it happens, they can stay inside their apartment.”
Angor was thinking about Papaya’s old home in the Soul Genesis Garden, the Seedling Village. The entire place was centered around the trunk of a giant Cranbul Tree, and using “wooden elevators”, they managed to achieve multiple levels.
“I-I see…”
“Hey, Mister Viscount!” Latata called while sitting on a tree branch. “Nano gave us a lot of stuff to wear, including my dress! He’s pretty nice, just a little color blind.”
Latata did a pirouette and let everyone look at her golden, striped skirt better.
Leon nodded. He would admit that the design appeared rather good, if not luxurious.
Nano was still complaining aloud, “Who’s color blind, huh?! My color is THE BEST! That thing on you is supposed to be a masterpiece, but you cut it into a simple, yellow piece of sh*t! You ruined it!”
Angor sighed helplessly. “There he goes again. He has some… language management problems, but he’s not half bad.”
Leon let out a dishonest chuckle.
“He wasn’t lying. He was the prince of his people, but he then went through some trouble and ended up with me. I did promise to grant him a peaceful life. So here I am.”
“Is there a reason you agreed to such a thing? And do you mean we need to like, treat him like a real prince?”
“No. He knows how to earn his own meals.” Angor dragged Nano over and introduced Leon to him. “I did say you won’t get your life for free. From now on, Viscount Padt here will assess your products and grant you rewards accordingly. If you want to be rich, work harder.”
Nano gave Leon an unfriendly stare—he was still mad about how Leon called him short. But since Leon would be the one who determined his wealth, he chose to stay quiet.
Nano then closed his eyes and lifted a hand. Several strands appeared from the middle of his palm.
Leon watched in shock as Nano skillfully weaved the raw threads into a piece of luster silk. It was a warm spring day, yet Leon could almost feel chilly air radiating off the glossy material.
“Fibbers can produce silk like this,” Angor explained. “The silk doesn’t have any magical properties yet, but a piece of such a size will still earn you at least two magic crystals, or three if you sell it to a wizard. As for selling it to mortals…” Angor stroked his chin. “Several thousand gold coins perhaps…”