The Ordinary Me is Worshipped as a Deity by the Extraordinary Them-Chapter 41 - Purple Gold Coins
Dealing with Lan Zhe’s record-keeping was actually much more bearable than facing Egbert.
The latter would always explain the profound reasoning behind those words while recording, with a fanatical expression believing that Su Li was truly visionary. Lan Zhe was quite different – he simply recorded, occasionally showing some incomprehensible smiles.
Su Li thought for a second and concluded this was like the difference between a weirdo who would dance in front of his face versus one who wouldn’t.
He could choose to ignore it.
After making this decision, Su Li naturally resumed his pre-transmigration lifestyle habits.
Others could more clearly sense that this guy was really out of place in this world.
At least after regular three meals, most elementalists would spend their free time practicing to strengthen themselves, while Su Li…
He planned to go out and buy afternoon tea.
Before leaving, Su Li casually said while adjusting his clothes. “Of course one wouldn’t eat so well when poor. But now I have money, and I have a tool- I mean, a good partner who continuously makes money for me.”
Cyril’s mouth twitched.
Su Li continued. “When the bread in front of you is secured, you can choose to pursue the bread in the distance – this is what adults call ‘I want both.'”
Cyril deliberately compared his height with Su Li’s, folding his arms and pretending to look down. “But you’re not even an adult, stop speaking from an adult’s perspective.”
Su Li, the youngest in the household, seemed to always lack self-awareness about his age.
When others tried to show him some doting behavior, he would always give them a…
“You should drain the water from your brain” kind of expression.
Indeed, Su Li didn’t care about what Cyril said at all.
“Ignoring my soul’s wisdom and experience because of external factors shows disrespect to both of us.”
So Su Li never concealed his true age.
As someone who had already become a wizard before transmigrating, he had experienced everything. (TL: not literally a ‘wizard/magician/sorcerer’ but a playful nod to mastering (or barely surviving) life’s chaotic or challenging moments)
Therefore, he could give what he considered appropriate responses to various situations.
Thus…
“I’ll bring back afternoon tea for you all, and I’ll ask the bakery owner if they support delivery.” That way he wouldn’t need to go out so often.
Then, believing he had perfectly handled the afternoon tea situation, he decisively abandoned his family and chose to go out.
Recently, there were notably fewer people on Sadina City’s streets.
While the repairs in Jisuo Town had taken away many common mercenaries, some top-tier mercenaries had also chosen to station themselves in Jisuo Town in preparation for possible level 9 monster beasts.
The mercenary city’s interior was desolate, with the occasional two or three passersby lacking the previous lively scenes of groups gathering at the east end tavern with mugs of beer.
Su Li went out to buy afternoon tea not just for eating, but also wanting to understand more about the city’s upper levels.
When Cyril previously shared…money with him, he mentioned that Sadina City was self-governing, which implied the existence of a country above, just with decentralized power.
Honestly, this was dangerous.
This was no different from ancient times before his transmigration, when kings divided territories and hindered centralization.
However, this world also had the Church, and with divine authority exceeding state power, if a country were to target something, they would definitely target the Church that hindered human rights development first.
But this didn’t mean Sadina City was necessarily located in peaceful territory.
The reconstruction of Jisuo Town was essentially a spontaneous action by mercenaries, without any state aid.
Even for defending against level 9 monster beasts, Euphia paid out of her own pocket to hire high-level mercenaries and regularly pay reconstruction wages to common mercenaries.
This could be explained by being a self-governing territory that doesn’t pay taxes and thus receives no state support.
However, Jisuo Town and Sadina City had no real connection.
Su Li wasn’t conceited enough to think Euphia would help Jisuo Town just for his sake.
Her reasons for going there included not only providing mercenaries with experience in non-combat missions through reconstruction tasks, but also taking on the most dangerous missions herself to prevent mass casualties among regular mercenaries.
Additionally, the Church had openly established cooperation with Euphia.
Even after being practically scolded to his face by Euphia, the Pope acted as if nothing happened, actively seeking cooperation with large amounts of gold coins while directing bishops from other regions to provide support.
For reputation? It couldn’t be just that.
Su Li found it increasingly complex and decided to stop overthinking.
After all, it was afternoon tea time, and cake couldn’t make up for too many dead brain cells.
By the way, the bakery owner was a fire elementalist. When he placed his hands on an iron box with a glass cover, Su Li witnessed what could be called a human-powered oven.
The baked goods smelled amazing!
While selecting food suitable for everyone at the small building, Su Li asked the bakery owner. “What’s the country like above Sadina City?”
The owner replied while packing things into paper bags. “I don’t know anything about countries. For people like us living here, we only need to know about the Mercenary Alliance Guild Master.”
So was he truly ignorant or being sarcastic?
Su Li looked at the bakery owner’s unreadable expression, sighed deeply, and headed back with his paper bags, deciding he should become a simpler person.
For instance, going out purely for afternoon tea.
When he leisurely returned home, Su Li hesitated upon seeing Cyril sitting cross-legged on the ground surrounded by green mist, unsure whether to interrupt his practice.
Lan Zhe told Su Li. “Cyril has been mastering wind elements more effectively lately. He should breakthrough in the next few days, so better not disturb him.” The Dark Holy Son casually took several bags from Su Li.
At Lan Zhe’s power level, such daily practice couldn’t make him stronger anymore. He needed extended periods of secluded cultivation to see any growth in strength.
Daily practice for him was more about maintaining elemental sensitivity, though being in the mercenary city, he avoided flaunting his dark element powers too overtly.
This wasn’t said to prove Lan Zhe was idle.
Rather…
From the Dark Holy Son’s perspective, this afternoon tea was essentially payment for Su Li and Cyril’s tuition.
Those paintings related to Su Li that were traded to Egbert took considerable time.
Egbert wasn’t foolish enough to pay without seeing the goods.
Ultimately, both children still had no money.
And Lan Zhe, ever since mentioning his idea of sending the two children to school, had been constantly refining this plan.
The first step was to help Cyril increase his power enough to conceal the dragon scales on his forehead.
Influenced by Su Li’s attitude, others in the small building might dislike Cyril’s bloodline but wouldn’t show it openly.
However, this didn’t mean outsiders could do the same.
Now whenever Cyril went out, he had to wear a felt hat and mask on his head.
Afraid of causing trouble for Su Li, Cyril, who used to frequently go out grocery shopping when there weren’t many people in the building, now stayed indoors and put much more effort into his training.
As for Su Li, who was calmly enjoying afternoon tea…
He never imagined that at his age, when he should be a wizard, he might still be sent to school.
When Cyril woke up, he saw Lan Zhe cleaning up the leftovers on the table.
Cyril: “?”
“Where’s my afternoon tea?”
Was this fair? The result of squeezing in time for practice was that upon opening his eyes, not only was there no food left, but not even a drop of water remained?
“I ate it,” Lan Zhe said calmly. He glanced at Cyril, noting the significantly faded scale marks on his face, and mentally moved forward with the school enrollment plan.
As for Su Li…
He calmly pulled out a small cake from under the table.
“It’s here. Lan Zhe was lying to you.” Su Li wouldn’t buy a bunch of food and let everyone eat it all while excluding only Cyril.
However, the blue-eyed child knew very well that everyone in the house except Su Li was truly shameless enough to eat a child’s afternoon tea.
This cake was clearly set aside specifically for him by Su Li.
Of course, before Cyril could get teary-eyed with gratitude, he needed to confront Lan Zhe, who was saying with mock regret. “I tried so hard to finish Cyril’s portion.”
Cyril’s forehead veins were throbbing: “Don’t you think what you’re saying is too much?” And what you did was even worse.
“Not at all.”
“The enrollment fee for Asa Academy and the cost for special instructors would cost more in one month than all the gold coins Su Li has saved up in recent months.”
Lan Zhe calmly took out what looked like an amethyst coin with someone’s head engraved on it.
“I have enough of these to fill this entire building.”
Su Li was confused. “What is this?”
Cyril’s face twisted. “A purple gold coin worth 100 regular gold coins.”
Su Li: ?
“Is it reasonable to have such a large currency unit?”
Rounding it up, what Lan Zhe held was equivalent to a card loaded with a million yuan.
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And this person claimed to have a room full of these.
What was this? A rich person right beside them?
After questioning this world’s absurdity for a second, and then contemplating the concept of digital currency from his world’s perspective for another second…
Su Li decisively felt that either world’s viewpoint would seem absurd in the other world.
Then Su Li just accepted it.
As for Cyril…
He chose to offer up his cake.
All for the sake of education!
Lan Zhe let out a sweet-smelling burp without any pretense of politeness, but ultimately the cake returned to Cyril’s hands.
However, the Dark Holy Son also stated. “There’s no need to give up what Su Li gave you for such a small amount of money.”
When Cyril was contemplating how reasonable Lan Zhe’s words were, Su Li, who had been mentioned, said sincerely, “Forget giving up a cake I gave you for what you call a small amount of money – I’d understand even if someone gave up on me for that amount.”
Su Li didn’t notice, but everyone else’s expressions darkened.
“Don’t talk about yourself that way.” The inarticulate Mark stopped his cleaning to speak up first.
Roy, who had been reading a book, closed it and said seriously, “Don’t put yourself on the same scale as material possessions.”
Lan Zhe spoke in a deep voice. “Even if there was a building full of purple gold coins in front of me, I would still choose you first.”
Cyril promptly admitted his mistake. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have given the cake Su Li gave me to Lan Zhe.”
Su Li: ???
If he mentioned now that before his transmigration, on forums discussing the question of “Would you slap your brother for 10,000?”, his answer was that his brother would hold his hand and send himself to the ICU, would that seem strange?
Su Li decisively chose to act as if nothing had happened.
Then he finally recalled the main point of Lan Zhe’s earlier topic.
“I have to go to school too?” Su Li wrinkled his nose.
“Of course,” Lan Zhe nodded. “You need to know what normal children your age typically do.”
“I don’t think I need that,” Su Li said expressionlessly.
“Go to school, and you’ll get one purple gold coin monthly as pocket money.”
Su Li: “Please let me go to school by all means!”
Cyril hesitated repeatedly. “Men shouldn’t give in so quickly.”
“I’ll give you 10 gold coins after I exchange it,” Su Li calmly looked at Cyril, who had cream at the corners of his mouth.
Cyril immediately adjusted his posture, straightened his back, and declared righteously. “At the academy, anyone who dares to bully Su Li will have to step over my dead body first!”
In this world.
Only Cyril could understand the importance of bread with Su Li.
As for the others…
What bread? They all had flour mills at home.
