After paying the entry fee for more than twenty people, Annan and his group smoothly entered Roth Fort.
Of course, it was definitely Salvatore who footed the bill. After locking gazes with senior Salvatore for a moment, the senior conceded defeat and retreated—it was obviously embarrassing for him to go out with such a young child and still have the latter pay.
Annan had started to seriously consider the need to make some money soon. At the very least, he needed enough for daily expenses.
Always taking advantage of Salvatore like a moocher, even if the other party didn't mind, would sooner or later cause problems in his own act.
One could say it was miserliness.
What kind of noble lives as frugally as this normally...
"Excuse me—"
Suddenly, Annan heard someone call out from outside the carriage, "Is Master Geraint in the carriage?"
Who could it be?
Annan's mind stirred, but he didn't respond.
