The Game of Global Mining

Chapter 559 - 412: Starting with the Butler (Part 2)

I can’t believe it, is there anyone who would refuse to repay a debt voluntarily?

Pulan was even more anxious, "But I don’t owe anything at all. If I don’t have the money, it would be mocking the nobility, and I’d get beaten badly."

Holy Shit! Doesn’t Tom have a million?

Chun gritted his teeth, "I’ll cover a hundred thousand for you, just say you’re paying back a hundred thousand!"

Lamp finally asked, "Where should I meet the master?"

Chun thought for a moment, "Do you have a good place to talk? By the way, find some paper, pen, and envelope; I need to write a letter."

Lamp said, "Right here at the tavern, there are some gambling rooms underground. It’s afternoon, so no one is there yet. I’ll just borrow paper, pen, and envelope from the tavern shopkeeper."

The thought process was very clear. Chun was pleased, "I’ll be right over."

But there was still a problem, how to write the letter?

Chun asked, "Tom, can you write a letter after you become human?"

"Woo woo woo!"

Probably not! Should Pulan ghostwrite? If so, the wording must be carefully crafted, not revealing secrets to Pulan, while making it instantly clear to the butler...

Thus, the Black Cat once again transformed from the shadows into a black-robed human figure, blending into the crowd in the street from an invisible pose, extremely naturally...

Then he saw Pulan leaning against the tavern door looking out.

Chun laughed. Why lean against the door? That’s the posture of a weakling, afraid of debt collectors or worshipping a divine envoy?

Then his gaze, unsurprisingly, fell on the distinguished-looking black-robed elder, with a face of astonishment almost confirming. I must say, Eunuch Tang’s outfit is indeed fitting for this role.

"You see me, take me to the private room."

Seeing him shiver all over, Chun quickly added, fearing he would bow his head, "Don’t make a salutation, just act natural."

"Un...understood."

So Pulan greeted the tavern shopkeeper and then entered a basement entrance through a side door.

Chun really had his eyes opened; he’s been around Vivian Tavern for so long during the public test but didn’t know about such facilities. Or is it that Vivian Tavern doesn’t actually run gambling projects?

The underground casino indeed had more than ten private rooms, and Pulan led the black-robed elder into one. Then, carefully fawning, he said, "Master, please sit down! The paper, pen, and envelope are all ready."

Eunuch Tang sat down, but he was mute, so Chun had to communicate directly to his mind, filling the mysterious ambiance to the brim!

"Write down — Dear Mr. Saffirio, thank you for your bravery in that battle. I am concerned about your injuries and have come to see you, but the mental injuries are much more severe and may affect your recovery. I suggest you rest immediately, and then we can discuss in detail."

Pulan wrote with great vigor, "Finished writing."

Chun took a look, not bad, just a bit shaky handwriting.

"I’ll transfer a hundred thousand to you!"

Pulan, faintly excited, took out his bank card, offering it with both hands.

Why are you excited? I must say, this game has a screwy point; players can’t transfer money to each other, locking the path to crowdfund. But NPCs can.

——System prompt: You authorized Tom to transfer a hundred thousand to Pulan. Active funds reduced by a hundred thousand.

Pulan asked, "Can I act now?"

"Go ahead, make sure it’s done well. Also, keep the letter content absolutely confidential, don’t leak it."

"Understood."

So as soon as Pulan stepped out, Tom transformed into an invisible cat form in the darkroom.

Pulan looked back, trembling all over!

Didn’t see anything? This is what you call maxing out the mystery!

So the Black Cat continued to fly over the roofs, following the briskly trotting Pulan to the hospital entrance.

Sure enough, Pulan was stopped by the guard at the entrance, "Without a special invitation letter, civilians are not allowed inside."

Pulan anxiously said, "I’m here to repay Mr. Saffirio’s debt. If I can’t repay today, I might be out at sea for months and unable to repay. If I lose in gambling, it might be years. This is a serious matter!"

Chun felt very satisfied.

Sure enough, the guard, quite surprised, immediately paid attention, "Come inside first to talk! We’ll go notify Mr. Saffirio."

Chun laughed upon seeing this, clearly, they were holding Pulan in the guard booth to prevent him from reneging. I must say, the detail is maxed out.

Soon, the bewildered butler indeed came over under the guard’s guidance, "Who are you?"

Pulan handed over the letter, "I am Captain Pulan of the bankrupt Sinking Silver Stagecoach, here to repay the master’s hundred-thousand debt. The details are in the letter."

The butler was even more dumbfounded, drew out the letter, glanced at it once, and then closed it, "Mr. Pulan, I don’t recall lending you money or you might have remembered wrong. You can go back."

Having said that, he left with the letter without looking back.

Chun felt both relieved and impressed — relieved that he instantly understood. Impressed with his integrity, not foolishly accepting this undefined money.

Meanwhile, Pulan was somewhat lost in thought, "Ah, could I have remembered wrong..."

Chun knew what he was thinking, so he went straight to the point, "You’ve done well; consider this hundred thousand to rekindle your spirits."

Pulan was so excited he almost jumped in the street, "Master, anything else, please just command?"

Chun asked, "As a captain, how’s your combat capability?"

Pulan was quite proud, "It depends on who; for average pirate grunts and tavern hooligans, taking on ten is no problem!"

Oh wow, not bad at all, worthy of being on the professional expert task list.

Chun thought for a moment, "Go stay at the Silverlight Village tavern for a while. If anyone attacks Silverlight Village, you must defend it."

Seeing his somewhat reluctant expression about going to the countryside, Chun quickly added, "Think of it as hiding from debt collectors! This hundred thousand is to fund your startup, not for repaying debt. Surely someone will soon know you have a hundred thousand."

Pulan suddenly realized, quite anxiously, "No problem, I’ll head there right away."

Before he finished speaking, he ran towards the city gate.

Holy Shit! This works just fine.

And now, make sure the Mermaid doesn’t mess around and have him distracted by other things.

Chun immediately reported to the Mermaid, "Master, did you see that?"

The Mermaid laughed heartily, "Though not exciting, it’s much more interesting than watching a drama!"

Chun immediately said, "Possibly in a day or two, Silverlight Village will be under attack, then it will be exciting, and he’s responsible for defending the village."

But the Mermaid was still keen, "I see you’re really enjoying playing, and this little cat that can transform is even more fun. I’d love to play with you!"

Chun got anxious, "Master, you’re the Guardian God, please don’t mess around!"

The Mermaid sighed, "Ah, although I have gained immense faith, it has also trapped me here without freedom. I don’t even know if I’m happy or unhappy."

This...a superior being has a dilemma, a solution must be thought of?

Chun suddenly thought of something, "How about finding Remia? She has a way to separate her own Dark Personality, have her teach you? This way, you can let the Dark Divine Format come out to play with me!"

Only in this way can the Mermaid be tied around, available for any trouble.

The Mermaid got excited, "Ah, that sounds great!"

Chun quickly reminded, "It must be absolutely confidential, only between you and Remia. Also, the power can’t be too strong, or it can’t be hidden and won’t be fun. Just separate a little consciousness!"

Although it’s just a little, considering her capacity as a Guardian God, at least there could be someone with Mina’s strength to help me power level, right? As for Remia, I believe she’s already handled her, confidentiality should be no problem.

The Mermaid perked up, "Alright, I’ll find a chance to talk."

As of now, the Black Cat jumped on top of a hospital tree, and Chun started observing the butler’s ward movements.

At this moment, the butler lay on the bed in a luxurious single room, repeatedly reading the letter, gazing out the window, lost in thought.

Ah, if he just looked a little more carefully up the tree top, he might lock eyes with me?

Finally, the butler got up, opened the ward door, hung a sign outside, then closed and locked the door, swallowed a capsule, and went back to bed, falling into a deep sleep.

Chun felt very gratified, having fully comprehended, now it’s time for me to set off!