What does it mean that the Demon King was killed by a wheelchair?

"The Kingdom of Oreg..." These words caused both House and Kiaran to frown. Kiaran frowned because, after they entered the Ancient Tree Forest, they had already surpassed the Kingdom of Oreg in terms of geographical location.

In other words, if they really agreed with Old Sangbo, it would mean that the three of them would waste time and have to turn back.

House, however, was worried about something else entirely... He had thought he was now absolutely far away from that country, and that the prophecy of "Genshin Impact" would not come true for him.

But now... damn it, after all this time, we've still ended up connected?

"It's true! I wasn't lying to you three. I'm actually in charge of leading my caravan to transport goods for the lords of the Kingdom of Oreg, and these goods are... are..."

Old Sangbo's eyes swept over the three of them, clearly hesitant about whether to tell them this information.

But then I thought, since someone has already saved my life, what is there to worry about?

"This cargo was personally selected by the King of the Kingdom of Oreg! It's extremely important!"

House and the other two exchanged a glance: "That's awesome? What kind of goods did they send?"

Old Sangbo trembled again in fright: "I beg you three, those adventurers kept asking me this question, but I really can't tell you! If this information gets out, we'll be dead!"

House was speechless, but considering that the old man had already gone through two life-or-death crises and still chose to remain silent, he must not be lying.

But the more this is the case, the more curious it becomes.

And there seem to be quite a few suspicious points in this statement...

Kiaran naturally noticed it too. She walked to the side of the carriage and glanced inside through the carriage... The first three carriages were basically filled with grains, vegetables, wine jars, salt, and rice, just ordinary supplies.

Besides the supplies, there were also several young men huddled in a corner, trembling with fear. Judging by their age, they were about the same as House and his group. This group was dressed uniformly in cheap white robes, and were probably caravan workers...

This only made Kiaran more suspicious. She crossed her arms and turned around, saying, "Old Sangbo, where did you and your caravan come from?"

"Yes, they came from Gernia Village!"

"Never heard of it, where is that?"

"Just a tiny, unremarkable village, located northeast of the Whirlpool Sea!" Old Sangbo replied quickly, his words sounding like a made-up place name.

Kiaran briefly visualized the direction of the area in his mind.

The northeastern part is close to the Whirlpool Sea, which means it's already past the midline of the Northern Continent... If Old Sangber is telling the truth, then this village of Grenia is almost on the outskirts of Lordland...

"Did you travel all the way from such a far place?" Kiaran asked, frowning slightly.

Old Sang nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "Yes, yes, it's a whole thousand kilometers! We've been traveling like this for almost a month!"

"To transport the goods the king requests?"

"Huh?" Old Sangbo didn't understand why Chiaran suddenly repeated the question in a questioning tone, but he still subconsciously responded, "Ah...yes, the goods the king wants—wait!!"

A terrifying pressure came from his neck as House clamped down on the back of his neck like a mantis.

"Uncle...we may not be geniuses, but we're not that stupid either. How could a caravan that couldn't even beat those weaklings have traveled over a thousand kilometers to get here? And even carried the king's precious goods?"

House cracked his knuckles, "That doesn't seem right, does it?"

Considering the various perilous encounters he had faced in the past two days, House could almost immediately conclude that the old man was lying.

Old Sangbo wailed, "No, no, no! I'm telling the truth! I haven't finished speaking! Indeed! Indeed! Indeed, we encountered many dangers along the way, but each time the guards of the Kingdom of Oreg helped us! They are highly skilled crusaders; ordinary monsters and bandits can't harm them at all!"

These words left Omia speechless. She said, embarrassed, "But... we don't seem to have seen any Crusaders. And if there really were Crusaders, why was your caravan stopped by those adventurers, Mr. Semper?"

Old Sangbo cried out in horror, "Because, because they're all dead! Just the night before last! We encountered a terrifying, horrifying monster! Dozens of guards are all dead!"

Kiaran narrowed his eyes: "A single monster could wipe out dozens of Crusaders, all of whom are at the mid-level swordsman level? I won't even discuss whether that's true... If such a powerful monster really exists, how did you survive?"

Seeing that none of the three believed him, Old Man Sang was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. He pointed to his chin and said:

"I really didn't lie, I swear to Lord Kshilock! It's absolutely true! The reason that monster let us go... is because... is because... I... actually don't know why... that guy just said something like 'You're not even warriors, you're not worthy of my attention' and then told us to get lost..."

The familiar words stunned the three of them for a moment. House asked with a smirk:

"Wait... this monster you're talking about, it's not a skeleton, is it?"

"Yes! Yes!" Old Sangpo's eyes lit up instantly. "A skeleton wearing a tattered crown and rags! He was terrifyingly strong! One strike and he wiped out a whole bunch of Crusaders!"

"Well..."

House was speechless... Nameless, you're quite the wanderer, aren't you?

"Okay, I believe you." House was a little embarrassed. He scratched the back of his neck and changed the subject. "But don't be so happy yet. I want to ask about the reward you just mentioned. How much exactly?"

Old Sang held up three fingers: "These!"

Kiaran blinked, her small mouth slightly agape: "Hmm... three gold coins? Or... or thirty gold coins? If it's thirty gold coins, then it's definitely worth considering—"

"No! Not thirty gold coins!" Old Sangbo decisively interrupted Kiaran's fantasy.

House clicked his tongue. "Looks like making money isn't so easy after all..."

"It's three hundred gold coins!"

"Pfft!!" House nearly choked to death. "Young Master Duo!?"

"Three hundred gold coins each!" Old Sangpo puffed out his chest. "Nine hundred gold coins in total!"

Thump thump thump!

Their hearts pounded, and the three of them looked at each other in shock. While House was simply shocked, Chiaran and Omia were practically jumping up and down.

What does 300 gold coins mean? An ordinary person born in Greyland might not earn 100 gold coins even if they work diligently their whole life.

Even for someone in the high-risk profession of adventurer, it's impossible to know how many extremely dangerous, life-or-death quests they would have to accept to earn 300 gold coins.

300 gold coins can buy two villas in the Mirror Lake area of ​​Lordran! 300 gold coins can even buy a floating fortress in the Sky Continent!

"Really?!" Omia exclaimed in surprise. "300 gold coins is no small sum..."

Old Sangbo nodded confidently and said, "It's true. The royal lords promised me 1000 gold coins for this mission. Now that you three have saved my life, I'm willing to repay you with this money. Besides, it can be considered a form of employment compensation... This forest is more than 300 kilometers away from the Kingdom of Oreg."

He paused, then said, "Without the escort of three powerful individuals like yourself, I doubt I, Old Man Sang, would have been able to reach there safely... What do you three think?"

The dilemma was posed to House and the others. They hesitated and exchanged glances. This...this temptation was just too great! 300 gold coins each! 300 each!

But then House raised a new question, even as he tried to suppress the urge to smile:

"I'm not saying I discriminate against you, but really? A reward of 1000 gold coins, and you, as a merchant, are only willing to give us 900? After all this hard work, you only earn one-tenth of the original reward. Are you satisfied with that?"

But Old Sangbo remained remarkably calm in the face of this problem. He smiled, shook his head, and rubbed his hands across his chest.

"What is there to be resentful about? If it weren't for the help of the three of you, my life would probably have come to an end. Although I am a businessman, I know very well that life is much warmer than cold coins."

The old man opened up to the three of them without any pretense: "Rather than paying you three 900 gold coins, it's more like I bought my life back from the Grim Reaper for 900 gold coins."

"And even so, I can still make a net profit of 100 gold coins. Isn't that... a steal?"