Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

"Seriously! We can make money by lending; it's the fastest way to make money."

"Loan sharking?" The other scarred man became interested. "Kid, what do you know about loan sharking?"

"Of course I understand!"

Lynn knew this was a crucial moment, and he had to deliver something real.

"For example, if you lend out ten silver coins, you will receive twelve back after one month! The extra two coins are the interest."

"If they can't pay, they'll have to pay back fourteen and a half dollars next month! Interest compoundes, money makes money, much faster than you collecting protection money!"

Scarface listened with a sense of awe but not understanding; his simple mind struggled even to calculate a month's interest.

As for the compounding interest calculation... you should just kill him.

He turned his gaze to the accountant, who nodded knowingly, seemingly confirming Lynn's statement.

Whether he can truly understand it remains to be seen.

The other thugs looked at each other, mostly unable to understand.

But phrases like "ten coins become twelve coins" and "interest compounding" act like hooks, scratching at the most greedy part of their hearts.

The yellow-toothed man stopped his mockery, sized up Lynn a few times, and said to the man next to him, "Go tell the one-eyed boss."

A moment later, the one-eyed leader gave the order to bring Lynn to an audience.

One of the thugs opened the cage and gestured for Lynn to come out.

The remaining people in the cage all wore complicated expressions. They didn't know whether his departure was a blessing or a curse, but at least it changed their fate.

"Um...can I come with you?"

The girl who had been trying to help Lynn couldn't help but speak up, hoping that Lynn would take her away from this cage.

Others couldn't help but show hope on their faces.

Lynn looked at the pitiful girl without making any response.

He himself is just a caged bird, so how can he control the fate of others?

Seeing Lynn leave so heartlessly, the hope in the girl's eyes turned to despair, while the others wore expressions of schadenfreude.

See? A classic case of good deeds going unrewarded!

Lynn was escorted by Yellow Teeth, whose lecherous hands subtly caressed his exposed skin, giving Lynn goosebumps.

The mere tens of meters felt like hell to Lynn, who was screaming inwardly.

"You scum! You've already chosen your own death!!"

"Don't give me a chance, or I'll definitely kill you!!"

Soon, the two arrived at a spacious room. Yellow Teeth then calmed down a bit and solemnly pushed Lynn forward.

At the head of the room sat a burly, middle-aged man with a black eye patch over his left eye.

His right arm was around a blonde woman, while his large left hand roamed over her body.

The blonde woman looked thoroughly enjoying herself as she used her slender hands to lift a wooden wine glass and offer it to the one-eyed wolf.

The one-eyed wolf savored the wine, but his remaining right eye stared intently at Lynn with scrutiny and undisguised ferocity.

He is the leader of the Blood Hands Gang – "One-Eyed Jack".

In front of the one-eyed wolf was a rough wooden table piled high with all sorts of food.

Rum, roast chicken, stew, vegetable soup, mashed potatoes...

A standard white meal.

"Kid," the one-eyed wolf's voice was deep and hoarse, "you're the one who said you could help me make money? And you even know how to lend money?"

"Yes, boss. I used to be an apprentice accountant in my hometown, and my master praised me for my talent."

Lynn tried her best to stand up straight and not show any cowardice.

He pointed to the pile of account books that the accountant was holding.

"I can help you sort these things out first. If you still can't figure them out, then you can sell me to 'Nightingale Pavilion'."

The one-eyed wolf squinted its single eye and waved its hand.

The thin accountant next to him quickly pushed the most chaotic account book in front of Lynn, his eyes filled with disdain.

This is a set of fake accounts that I made myself; the contents are extremely chaotic.

If this brat can figure it out in a short time, he'll eat the ledger on the spot!

Lynn picked up the ledger and quickly flipped through it.

The above is a messy record of income and expenditure in an alien script.

Only then did he realize, with embarrassment, that he couldn't understand the language of this other world!

Left with no other option, he had to turn to the accountant beside him for help.

"Sir, could you please explain the meaning of these words?"

Can't read?

Upon hearing this, the accountant couldn't help but reveal a mocking smile.

He's just a clever but naive kid.

Unfortunately... this kind of cleverness will only hasten his demise!

*Smack!*

A loud bang came from behind, followed by the clanging and clattering of utensils falling.

"You little brat, you dare to play me for a fool! You're asking for trouble!"

Lynn turned his head and saw One-Eyed Wolf slamming his wine glass heavily onto the wooden table, where the food was now in disarray.

Lynn was not intimidated and calmly said:

"Boss, I didn't lie to you. It's just that the writing here is different from what we use in our hometown, and the methods we use are simpler."

"You don't need a word-for-word translation; just tell me the numbers you commonly use and your income and expenses."

Upon hearing this, the one-eyed wolf gestured to the accountant.

"I'll give you one more chance. If I find out you're faking it, then you can forget about going to 'Nightingale Pavilion' and will have to serve the brothers in the gang from now on!"

The accountant, having received instructions, did not delay and quickly read a few pages to Lynn.

Lynn didn't just rely on his memory; under the questioning gazes of One-Eyed Wolf and the accountant, he walked to the fireplace and picked up a small piece of charred charcoal.

Then, he started gesturing directly on the smooth stone floor.

The characters explained by the accountant were matched one-to-one with the Chinese characters to prevent confusion.

Upon seeing this, the one-eyed wolf began to believe it more. The strange characters written by this kid were clearly not random; they were obviously characters from another country.

There are many countries on the continent, and it is unknown which country he came from.

After the accountant finished explaining the first few pages, Lynn had a better understanding and got busy on his own.

He first drew a simple table, listing the items horizontally and vertically.

Then, he began to "reconstruct" the accounts based on the various items and the distribution of numbers in the ledger.

Lynn naturally used Arabic numerals and simple addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, occasionally interspersed with a few alien script units that he had just "learned".

On Earth, this is just elementary school level math application, but at this moment, in the eyes of these thugs who struggle even with two-digit addition and subtraction, it is nothing short of miraculous.

Lynn's hands moved swiftly, the charcoal scraping against the stone slab with a rustling sound.

Clear, concise symbols, unlike anything they had ever seen before, were listed out, and the chaotic accounts were quickly categorized and calculated under his hands.

The more he calculated, the paler the accountant's face became, until finally it turned ashen.

Oh no! I've sent myself to the guillotine!