"Heh, kid, do you know that your words just now would cost at least 100,000 Denars anywhere in the empire?" Seeing Mondo and Hewitt disappear around the corner outside the room, Nkosi suddenly said faintly.
"100,000 Denars? So many?" Chu Nan looked at him in surprise.
"No, not much at all. I'm only talking about the basic price. Without you, it's basically impossible for this father to find another person to give that youth such a pertinent suggestion. Even if they find those powerful martial artists who are willing to help them, firstly, the suggestion they give might not be as useful as yours. Secondly, the other party's price will definitely exceed 100,000 Denars."
"You can earn so much money with just a few words?" Chu Nan rubbed his chin and thought for a moment before suddenly asking Nkosi, "Did you rely on this to earn money in the past? I heard from others that you're one of the most outstanding martial technique theorists on this planet."
