The adventurer at the bottom is fantasizing again.

Chapter 95 So generous! Absolutely too generous!

Has the promised payment been delivered?

This viscount is quite efficient.

But what about the banquet invitation?

Lorraine put down the bread in her mouth, quickly exchanged a glance with Eileen, and then replied, "Please ask him to wait a moment, we'll be there soon."

The footsteps faded into the distance.

"A banquet? Are you going to attend? Will it affect your plans?" he asked three times in a row.

Lorraine wasn't really into these kinds of banquets.

But if Eileen and the others think it's okay to go, he wouldn't mind going to take a look.

Eileen pondered quietly for a few seconds before replying, "Let's go... It'll be a good opportunity to observe this Viscount Herman. Anyway, no one here will recognize us. Even if they do... it'll just make this trip a little less interesting."

"OK.

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Lorraine straightened his clothes, making sure he hadn't done anything rude. He always took receiving his reward very seriously. "Let's hurry up and go, don't keep them waiting too long," he said impatiently.

"You should be more proactive when it comes to receiving the money."

Eileen gave him a disdainful look, stood up, picked up the staff leaning against the corner of the wall, and resumed her usual expression.

"Hurry up, hurry up, you're really talking without understanding the hardships of us lowly adventurers."

Lorraine put on her coat, quickly pushed open the door, and walked along the side corridor towards the reception room.

Good day, travelers who follow the morning light!

Several young novice pastors brushed past them, greeting them warmly. Clearly, many people already knew that they had helped Anya clean up the source.

Good day!

Lorraine responded with a smile.

The temple looks even more solemn during the day than at night.

The brilliant sunlight streamed down through the high windows, partially blocked by the building, forming neat beams of light.

At the end of the left corridor, Steward Erwin was already waiting at the door of the reception room.

Upon seeing the two approach, he nodded slightly and gestured towards the half-open wooden door, saying, "The Viscount's steward is having tea inside. Pastor Anya is much better now. You two are welcome to visit her after you finish your business."

"Okay, thank you for your help."

Lorraine nodded her thanks and pushed open the door to the reception room.

The reception room was exactly the same as when they had come before. An elderly man with gray hair and a thin build was standing with his back to them by the window.

He was wearing a dark gray butler's uniform, his back was extremely straight, and he was carrying a dark brown leather trunk in his hand.

Hearing the door open, the butler turned around to greet them, then bowed to the two men and said meticulously, "Mr. Lorraine, Ms. Eileen."

I am Marcus, the butler of Viscount Hermann.

The Viscount instructed me to come, firstly, to deliver the reward for the mission, and secondly, to present a personal invitation.

He placed the leather case on the table, unfastened the clasp, and turned to the two men.

Lorraine looked down and saw sixty gold coins neatly arranged in the box, glittering in the sunlight.

Sixty gold coins? There were three of them yesterday. This viscount is not as generous as Anya.

However, considering the money and Anya's promised reward, after surviving this trip, his savings were actually close to 140 gold coins.

Thinking of this, Lorraine felt much better.

He no longer lacks high-quality equipment, and the Rusty Throat is no longer keeping up with the current combat intensity. He should find a way to get an excellent-quality weapon.

"These sixty gold coins are a token of our gratitude to the three of you for venturing into the sewers last night to protect the city's residents. In addition, we have prepared some other things."

Marcus picked up the base holding the gold coins and set it aside, revealing a neatly arranged row of items underneath: a small bag of heavy spellcasting materials, and some magical artifacts that Lorraine couldn't recognize.

He spread his right hand and pointed to them, then turned to Eileen beside him: "Ms. Eileen, these magical materials were prepared for you by the Viscount after consulting with the mage advisor. They are all consumables that will be used in casting spells."

The adults said:

It was quite unexpected to see you in those circumstances last night. This border town is short of supplies, and mages have a much harder time finding supplies than ordinary adventurers.

He didn't want those who fought and bled for Frostvale to have to worry about their spellcasting materials.

These materials are a token of my respect. Although they are hardly rare treasures, they might come in handy during your adventures. Please accept them.

Eileen glanced at the materials casually, nodded, and said, "Please thank the Viscount for me. Thank you for your trouble."

Lorraine looked at her with considerable envy.

The mage is truly a master! Even his compensation is higher than others, which made him incredibly envious.

And these things look very expensive, but she doesn't seem to care at all. It's good to be rich.

Marcus bowed slightly, looked at Lorraine again, and then lifted the bottom panel once more, revealing something else underneath the box.

He took out a roughly bound notebook. The cover of the notebook was worn shiny, and the binding thread on the spine was of varying ages.

Marcus solemnly handed the notebook to Lorraine: "This notebook was written by the master when he was young, and it contains his insights into swordsmanship."

The master said he saw a reflection of himself in you. This notebook would only gather dust in his possession; it would be better to pass it on to a younger generation. You can open it and take a look.

Lorraine's mouth dropped open slightly. There was a share for her too?

So generous! Absolutely so generous!

Haifu is right!

Viscount Hermann is such a good man!

He excitedly took the notebook and eagerly turned to the first page.

The paper was covered with small characters written in charcoal pencil. The handwriting was a bit messy, but every stroke was written very carefully.

"The instructor said only idiots don't take notes and think they can remember everything. I have to say I can remember it."

But... okay, here are the notes.

"I'm going to... oh no, he's going to show us the framework for military swordsmanship (followed by a dense bunch of small print), it's going to be so interesting!"

"The camp cook made stew today, and it tasted like troll snot! It was awful!"

"Practicing swordsmanship."

"Lorraine's feet stink rotten."

"Practicing swordsmanship."

"The instructors went to play with Nightingale, and Lorraine insisted on dragging me along. I was indeed a little tempted... But, I really miss you, Joanna. I must save up money to come back and marry you."

Has Viscount Hermann forgotten what he wrote...? Lorraine twitched the corner of her mouth.

But his comrade from his youth actually shared the same name as him? No wonder he specially sent this notebook; it's too much of a coincidence.

"Please convey my gratitude to the Viscount for his gift; I will make good use of this notebook."

Lorraine closed the notebook.

Marcus bowed deeply, then took out a stack of invitations from his pocket and handed them over: "Three days from now, the Lord will host a small banquet at his residence to thank everyone who has worked hard for the peace of Frostvale during the Midwinter Festival."

The adults hoped to express their gratitude in person at the event and take this opportunity to formally get to know them.