After Maxing out all Classes

Chapter 6: The mayor gave you a real estate

Chapter 6: The mayor gave you a real estate

Chapter 6: The mayor gave you a real estate

Eating? The mayor was dumbfounded for two seconds and immediately changed his expression into a smile and said, "Oh, look at me. You must've been exhausted from your hard trek up the mountain, fighting the double-legged dragon. Of course, you'll have a nice meal. I'm just talking about useless stuff. I was stupid. Follow me, please."

He turned around to lead the way, followed by Robb, Gorda, Jike, and Xielu, with the townspeople on either side and swarmed the mayor's house. They set up torches and tables in the middle of the courtyard without entering the house.

Everyone was pleased with the success of the mission. These sidehammer towns had a simple custom. They dance when theyre happy. Many men and women sang and danced at the table. Several pairs of young people were holding hands by Robbs table, twirling and dancing around it

Robb was really hungry. He picked up a roasted lamb leg, took a bite, and instantly felt his brain trembling. What am I eating? Whats this weird taste? What kind of fu****** roasted lamb legs are these? Even the worst roast lamb restaurant he'd been to couldn't make such terrible food.

Well, forget it. Im too hungry. So I should eat my fill first.

As he ate, he thought, "It's still the food the mayor gave me to eat. If I had to eat the food given by the townspeople, it would probably taste even worse. If I have to live here, I'll probably have to make food for myself. Fortunately, I've maxed all professions, so my chef skills are maxed. Cooking isn't a pain. If I prepare the ingredients first, I can synthesize food with only one skill.

The mayor took out a bag and laid it on the table.

Gorda quickly opened the bag, and it was full of silver coins. Robb didn't count, but just from seeing it, he could guess that three or four hundred silver coins were contained within, which seemed to be a considerable amount of money. After a moment, a merchant passed by and placed a large pile of silver coins on the table. He smiled and said, Mr. Gorda, that dragon skin if you don't need it, sell it to me."

Gorda laughed and punched the merchant. "You are a cunning man. You can buy normal dragon skin for only two hundred silver coins. You couldn't buy such elite double-legged flying dragon skin if you were in the capital, even with five hundred silver coins."

The businessman chuckled and said, "All I earn is hard money. It takes a lot of risks to be able to bring it to the capital of saints. Countless monsters roam there. It would take too much effort if you carry it all the way to the city of saints.

Okay, here you are. Gorda laughed and received the merchants money. He mixed it with the mayors remuneration, and, instead of counting every penny, he poked it with his hands and divided it into four piles, one larger than the other three.

He said with a smile, Come, come, come, one person at a time, take it! Mr. Robb, this pile is yours.

He pushed the largest pile of silver coins into Robs face.

Robb had to change his impression of Gorda again. He is too generous and sensible. This two-footed flying dragon was basically killed by Robb alone, and so it was only natural for him to take the largest share. However, Robb doesn't mind this small amount of money. If he really wanted to make money, he could use his ability to kill black dragons, golden dragons, a dragon of destruction, etc., every minute. The money that can be earned probably doesn't have to be mentioned. After all, just selling the double-legged flying dragon earned him a fortune.

It doesnt really matter if he gets more or less of the money, but he likes Gordas attitude toward dividing the money. This is something only a mature leader or a sensible person would consider.

Rob, who also needed money to survive in the world, casually threw silver coins into his jeans' pockets, which bulged out at his sides and behind his buttocks, but the T-shirt and jeans he wore were so weird that nobody cared about it.

The mayor said, Thank you again, the four people who gave the Westwind Town help!

Gorda laughed loudly, Well, youll probably have to get rid of some other monster next time. At this point, he suddenly remembered something and smiled at the mayor. But I may not be useful to your town in the future.

Why? asked the mayor curiously.

Gorda pointed to Robb. "Mr. Robb said that he's come a long way. He's tired and doesn't want to explore anymore. That's why he followed us to Westwind Town. He'll probably stay here, I suppose. After that, if the town wants to eliminate some monster, it won't us doing the work, haha!

Upon hearing this, the mayor turned his head to Robb and asked, "Respected Mr. Robb, would you like a place to live?"

Yeah! said Robb. Im tired of grinding. Grinding doesnt mean anything to me now. I just want to silently AFK

At that moment, he noticed that all the people at the table were bewildered and coughed. "I've come too far. I'm tired. I just want to find a place with green mountains and clean water, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, and live a quiet life for a few years."

Everyone at the other table understood his words clearly!

The mayors mind moved. This Mr. Robb looked so strong that as long as he stays in the town, whenever monsters attack the town, he'll be forced to protect the town to protect his home. Thus, the townspeople would be a lot safer and will be less likely to call adventurers.

He couldnt help but exclaim with great joy, Thats great. Just stay in Westwind Town. It only has a green mountain and clean water!

Robb replied, Green mountains and clean water? There are several mines at the entrance of the town. Its a mess.

Mayor. Uh

This was embarrassing. He hurried on, Were far from the hustle and bustle. Its quiet here. Its a good place to settle down.

Robb continued, Why do you even raise money to hire adventurers? Obviously, its because monsters often come to make trouble. It hurts to be so skilled.

Mayor. Uh (TL: ())

Robb suddenly discovered that he had inadvertently learned a hidden profession, tsukkomi (TL: Japanese term). It felt so good spitting at someone to the point where their stomachs turn inside out.

The mayor was so enjoined that he had no choice but to use his trump card. "Mr. Robb, there's a chapel in town, but the priest when to the capital of saints and never returned. It's empty now. It just so happens that you are also the messenger of the God of Light. It would probably be best for you to manage it. What do you think?

Yo! The mayor didnt want to irk me, so he threw real estate at me, Robb thought. Well, Ive got to jump into this offer. If I want to live a comfortable life, I must eat, dress, and live. These three conditions are a must to have a comfortable life. Now Ive solved my accommodations right away. Comrade Mayor, you've got a lot of nerve.

He spread his hands and told the mayor, Well, then Ill stay here for a while.

Robb acquired a chapel