William had just used some ability to rid himself of the vendors, an act witnessed by the aged white rat who was responsible for guiding him, but the old rat showed little change in expression. More than awe or concern, he was primarily interested in money.
"Boss, it seems we haven't settled on a price for the guiding. My service is charged by the hour, five every…"
Before he could finish,
a bag containing at least a hundred coins had landed in the hands of the white rat, accompanied by William's voice that pierced directly into his brain.
"During these few days in Rat City, you'll stick closely to me… Besides leading the way, you'll also need to introduce me to this place. If you do well, you'll receive additional rewards."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
The white rat struggled to make a living in this city and had never seen so much money in his life. His price quote was an impromptu increase based on the young man's displayed strength; the normal rate was just one coin per hour.
