novelraw Chapter 389: A Steely, Iron-Blooded Loli Voice
Chapter 389: A Steely, Iron-Blooded Loli Voice
The Wanderer stared dead at the bill in his hands, his two hands trembling slightly. A drop of cold sweat slid from his forehead all the way down to his chin, then plopped onto his leg.
He swore, this was absolutely the longest bill he had ever seen in his life.
It was so detailed that it even clearly marked the price of every single screw.
Clearly marked prices.
The most outrageous thing was that changing a damn plug actually cost 1000 coins.
Basically, if you combined all the items with clearly marked prices on this bill, that would be him.
"Thirty-five thousand coins..."
He stared dead at that glaring number, cold sweat plopping down in a steady stream.
"Don't you Night Doctors treat most people for free?!"
Lynn said seriously, "You said it yourself, *most*. But for a full-body surgery like yours, that definitely can't be free. And in these past few hours, to save your life, I was putting my life on the line trying my hardest!""Where exactly did you put your life on the line?!" he yelled, brandishing the bill in his hand, getting agitated.
Lynn stretched out his ten fingers, saying solemnly, "Look at my hands, they're covered in scratches. If I accidentally got tetanus, wouldn't that be life-threatening?"
"......"
The Wanderer opened his mouth, momentarily speechless.
To think that after roaming the Dark World for so many years, transforming from a flesh and blood creature all the way to a mechanical unit, enduring so much hardship to get to where he is today.
Even a dangerous place like the Mechanical Cult, he managed to escape with his life.
He truly never, ever imagined he would take such a massive fall in this guy's hands.
Not only was he beaten up, that's fine.
But it happened twice!
Being beaten twice is also fine...
But then having to pay exorbitant surgery and treatment fees afterwards...
But he really wanted to say, you guys played both the attacker and the rescuer, so I became the stand-in?!
"No money!!!"
He roared, tearing the bill in his hands to shreds with furious swipes.
At this moment.
That pent-up frustration was finally released!
After all, as a man, as an iron-blooded, resolute man, how could he submit to such tyranny!
A true man stands tall between heaven and earth, with iron-blooded heroism! His head may be severed, his blood may flow! But he will absolutely not be a coward!
This!
Was the life philosophy he had always followed since birth!
"No money! Just my life! If you have the guts, give me a quick one! In 200 years, your grandpa will be a hero again!"
He snarled, throwing the torn-up bill into the air, scattering it like heavenly maidens strewing flowers.
He wanted everyone to know!
He!
Never pays for surgery!
He angrily spread his arms wide, letting out a fierce, iron-blooded... loli voice.
His momentum instantly soared!
Lynn was taken aback for a moment.
He adjusted his monocle.
*Click—*
Bullets loaded, safety off.
The Demon Hunter Revolver spun with a flourish in his hand.
The pitch-black muzzle instantly aimed at the Wanderer's forehead.
*Bang—*
He pulled the trigger three times.
"What did you say?" Lynn tilted his head, pressing the pitch-black pistol against his forehead.
"......"
The Wanderer sat there (((;꒪ꈊ꒪;))). One could vaguely see that six bullets had precisely outlined the shape of a head on the wall behind him.
Gun smoke curled from the bullet holes.
The Wanderer instantly nodded earnestly, very nimbly grabbing Lynn's hand, extremely polite.
"Sorry, doctor, I was indeed speaking a bit too loudly just now. You must think I was a bit noisy too, right? Yes, I also think I was especially noisy. So allow this little brother to offer you an apology here."
Then he quickly took out a Black Skull Coin and politely placed it in Lynn's hand, bending Lynn's five fingers back one by one to close his grip, like a long-lost old friend.
He said sincerely:
"Take this money for drinks, consider it my tribute to you. Please, absolutely do not refuse. You worked so hard helping me with such a big favor. If I didn't show some appreciation, that would really be unreasonable."
"Also, the thirty-five thousand surgery fee, not a single coin less! If anyone dares to short a single copper, I'll be furious with them!"
"From now on, you're the big boss, I'm the little one. If you steal chickens, I absolutely won't touch dogs. If you go east, I absolutely won't go west! Here, big brother, have a smoke."
*Click—*
He raised his thumb, and a small flame instantly ignited on it.
In the flickering flame.
One could see with perfect clarity his utterly earnest and sincere, serious expression.
One could also see behind him, rows upon rows of Plague Doctor Night Doctors who had appeared at some point, holding electric batons, waiting for the rabbit to bump into the tree.
His expression grew increasingly earnest and sincere.
"......"
Lynn lit a cigarette somewhat awkwardly, frowning as he looked at the small change in his hand, saying:
"This... isn't really appropriate."
"We doctors have very strong professional ethics. Aside from normal fees, we can't accept extra red envelopes from patients... This... is truly quite awkward."
The Wanderer, wide-eyed, waved his hand dismissively, saying in shock:
"No red envelope was given! Who saw a red envelope?! This is clearly a patient's sincere gratitude! And it's not easy for everyone to get out here. If it weren't for you treating illnesses and the brothers maintaining order, where would we have this peace in our Nightfall City!"
The Wanderer, wide-eyed, quickly pulled out stacks of Skeleton Coins.
He turned around.
Handing them out one by one to the group of electric baton-wielding Night Doctors behind him.
"Look how hard everyone works!"
"The brothers come and go maintaining order, even if they have no great merit, they have hard labor!"
"If they don't buy some drinks to reward themselves, even an outsider like me would feel bad watching!"
Lynn: "......"
Everyone: "......"
......
Several minutes later.
After tactfully and flexibly defusing the risk of a third leaping slash, the Wanderer, wide-eyed, kept pulling out Black Skull Coins from his bag.
As a mechanical wanderer with no fixed residence, roaming around pillaging and plundering, of course he naturally carried his small change with him.
"Eighteen thousand."
"Twenty-one thousand."
"Twenty-four thousand."
After pulling out the last Black Skull Coin, the Wanderer knew he had been reckless.
He had just been eagerly handing out red envelopes, but now he realized that even if he didn't give red envelopes, his entire net worth added up to less than thirty thousand.
He still couldn't scrape together the surgery fee.
He (.;ﾟ;:benefits:;ﾟ;.).
Because in the past, he never paid for his consumption. Like after buying a gun, he'd kill the gun shop owner. After surgery, he'd kill the doctor. After filling up with oil, he'd kill the oil attendant.
Money, since it never had much practical use, naturally he didn't carry much on him.
"This is my entire net worth."
The Wanderer said, wide-eyed:
"There's still nine thousand left. How about I take off this grenade on my nose and pawn it to you?"
Lynn looked at him with a beaming smile, his revolver spinning with a flourish in his hand. He adjusted his monocle, saying:
"That won't be necessary. If it were according to my old habits, you would definitely have to leave something behind, more or less. But after all, you are my first perfect mechanical work. Taking you apart for parts, I'm actually a bit reluctant."