Chapter 41: Am I that kind of superficial person?

Letia’s voice wasn’t loud, and there were relatively few people here, but it still drew quite a few curious, judging, and even condemning stares.

However, most people didn’t say anything—they just watched in silence.

At this moment, Letia continued acting as pitiful as ever.

“This is the only thing I want to beg you for…”

As she spoke, she took two steps forward, and Red instantly took two steps back.

“As long as you help me…I’ll do anything.”

The gazes from around them grew even sharper.

Those piercing eyes made Red break out in a cold sweat.

And now, quite a few people began to whisper among themselves.

“Look over there—what’s going on?”

“It looks like she’s threatening a kid. Isn’t that way out of line?”

“Should we call the police first?”

“……”

At this moment, Red realized something.

As expected, Letia from this pit of trouble definitely didn’t have good intentions!

Seeing she was about to keep talking, Red didn’t dare to hesitate any longer—he stepped up without another word, covered her mouth, picked her up like a chick, and clamped her under his arm.

If he let her go on, he’d probably end up spending three years behind bars!

“Ah, hahaha… My friend is just joking around!”

Red ran for it, limbs straight, dashing at top speed.

Letia, sandwiched under his arm like a briefcase, saw how panicked and desperate he looked.

Instead of getting mad, she almost burst out laughing.

People are just like that.

When you’re full and bored with nothing to do… you just act like this, don’t you?

Clamping Letia under his arm, Red charged all the way to the balcony.

Admittedly, carrying someone like this under your arm seemed pretty rude.

But this was Letia.

In the phrase “delicate maiden,” only the “maiden” part barely applied to her—she would never care about superficial politeness.

This woman was probably holding back laughter already, wasn’t she?

He set Letia down.

At this moment, the girl’s face was bright red—not from embarrassment, but exactly as Red predicted, just from holding it in.

“So what do you really want from me?”

Seeing Letia’s expression about to collapse, Red asked, his face twitching with dark lines.

“If it’s nothing, I’m leaving.”

Letia took a deep breath, composed her joy, and spoke.

“There really is something I need your help with, and I can’t tell Liz about it.”

“Go ahead.”

“It’s like this…”

Since Bethany had already approached Red before, Letia was frank about her purpose.

After adjusting the story a bit, she explained it to Red.

“To show sincerity, Bethany prepared two thousand Luun as payment.”

“Sorry, I can’t help you.”

To be honest, two thousand Luen was not a small sum for a plan, especially for someone like Red who needed money.

But the issue was, he’d already left Dawn’s Edge.

He didn’t want to wade back into these muddy waters, nor did he wish to rekindle those ties.

“I can help you this time,” Red said calmly, his tone distant and clear.

“But what about after that? You can’t expect to always rely on an ‘outsider’ like me, right?”

Red’s refusal wasn’t a surprise to Letia.

She knew he wasn’t someone who would cave easily.

But since she’d come all this way, she was prepared.

Her expression turned a bit aggrieved, and she placed her hands behind her back.

“Really… can’t you?”

“I’m just worried about you, trying to help you find a job… You don’t have any money now, and when I think you might not even be able to eat… I just…”

Letia even sniffed at just the right moment.

“Letia…”

Faced with her display, Red’s lips twitched.

“You just want to pocket the middleman’s fee, don’t you?”

From what he knew of this priest, she’d absolutely take a cut—half, if not more.

If Red’s guess was right, Bethany’s actual offer was four thousand, maybe even more.

“Ugh…”

Letia’s expression froze.

“I knew it.”

Red could only sigh and hold his forehead.

Plan A had failed, time for Plan B.

Under Red’s gaze, Letia silently pulled out another thick wad of Luen from her pocket and held it out to him.

“Hey… Why are you silently handing me money? This isn’t about money, it’s—”

Halfway through his words, Red suddenly stopped.

He realized something felt off in the stack.

At the very bottom, the texture wasn’t right.

It felt like a photograph.

“Please! You must help me!”

Red pulled out the photo and took a glance.

Its contents could be summed up as—

A girl in white stockings and pants, skirt slightly lifted, one leg raised, faintly revealing her panties…

And as for who the main character was?

Red looked at the girl in front of him, who looked about ready to kneel.

“How desperate are you, really?”

Did she think a single photograph would buy his help?

Did she really see him as that shallow and lecherous?

Yes.

Red helplessly accepted Letia’s bribe.

“All right, all right, I’ll help you when I get back—but only this once.”

“Thank you so much!”

Letia stuck out her tongue, the pleading look vanishing from her face in an instant.

“Red, you really are my best friend!”

“Some best friend—you’re really cheap.”

***

As people gradually gathered, the banquet could be considered officially started.

It was undeniable—Dawn’s Edge, a hero’s party made up entirely of girls, was extremely eye-catching.

Liz stood there in her gorgeous armor, dazzling just by standing in place.

In contrast, Red, sitting in the corner, drew little attention.

Yet, even so, Liz spotted Red in the corner at first glance.

Looking at the man in the corner, images of adventuring with him began to surface in Liz’s mind.

Many people liked her and pursued her.

But ever since the hardworking man who had traveled with Dawn’s Edge day and night left, Liz suddenly felt as if she’d lost something.

Especially when she saw Red with that person named Litt, the feeling became even stronger.

At this moment, Red was drinking with Brian and a few people from the Blood Legion.

He had also noticed Liz in the distance, but after a brief glance, he looked away.

Perhaps it was this act of ignoring her that made Liz clench her fists unconsciously.

Driven by this nameless anger, Liz found herself walking over, stopping in front of Red.

Red, of course, noticed her arrival as well.

It was undeniable that Liz was very beautiful.

With her white armor, golden ponytail, and those long, slender legs, she really drew attention.

“What’s the matter, Miss of Dawn’s Edge?”

Before Red could say anything, Brian spoke up first.

“Would you like to have a drink together?”