Pok, You Don’t Want Barto to Know, Do You?”

The sky was growing dark.

Ron and the Liton father and daughter bid farewell.

Although Liton invited Ron again to stay at his home,

Ron still declined politely, only saying that he would come to help when Liton needed manpower in a few days.

"What a proud child," Liton thought to himself as he watched Ron's receding figure.

But immediately, Liton became somewhat worried.

"However, I wonder where Ron has been staying these days?"

"If it's a hotel, perhaps he's almost out of money, right?"

"The next time he comes, I must persuade him again."

At the same time.

After leaving Liton's home, Ron turned into an alley two streets away.

Immediately after, a middle-aged man walked out from the other end of the alley.

"The time is about right," Ron thought to himself, and then he strode towards the Pirate Tavern.

Just as he arrived at the entrance of the tavern, he heard the enthusiastic and noisy shouting from inside.

A strong smell of alcohol hit him in the face, accompanied by the aroma of various grilled foods.

Ron entered without changing his expression.

He saw that the tavern was divided into two floors.

The lower floor had seats arranged quite casually, with drunkards scattered in every corner of the hall.

They were drinking heartily and boasting loudly.

There were even a few flushed and glaring drunks, pushing each other, on the verge of starting a fight.

As for the second floor, it was more orderly and quiet.

Many introverted drinkers who didn't like to be disturbed sat at the small tables on the second floor.

They drank slowly and ordered some food to fill their stomachs.

Ron came to the front desk in a low-key manner, ordered a cheap wheat beer and a lettuce sausage sandwich.

Then, he turned around and looked around, as if looking for a suitable seat.

"It seems not on the first floor," Ron squinted his eyes, took his things and went directly upstairs.

As soon as he came up, he felt the surroundings became much quieter, but compared to the bright lights on the first floor, the environment here was also slightly dimmer.

Ron walked slowly, as if he was looking for an empty table.

Finally, when he came to the southwest corner, he stopped.

Ron found a seat, sat down and drank his beer and ate his sandwich by himself.

His movements were neither rude nor fast.

At the same time, as he lifted his wine glass, using it as a shield,

Ron's gaze was fixed on a drunken figure two tables away across from him.

"Damn Barto, do you treat me like a slave?"

"Let me tell you, I, Pok, will sooner or later turn all your wealth into my own!"

Pok slumped in his chair, burping and complaining in a low voice.

His mind was in a daze, and he didn't notice the gaze behind him at all.

Ron didn't disturb him, just eating slowly.

It wasn't until Pok ordered two more drinks and got so drunk that he passed out, sleeping on the table,

that Ron swallowed the last bite of his sandwich, got up and left, brushing past Pok.

Half an hour later.

Pok was awakened by the bartender, and he stood up in a daze.

He staggered downstairs and out the door, returning home to sleep.

However, as soon as he took off his coat,

he saw something fall out of his pocket.

"Hmm?"

Pok scratched his head, picked up the thing in a puzzled manner.

He squinted his eyes and looked carefully, and it turned out to be a letter.

"A letter? Who wrote it to me?"

Pok, whose mind was in a fog, subconsciously opened the letter.

When he saw the content of the letter, his originally dazed eyes suddenly became clear.

The opening of the letter wrote a sentence that made his heart stop.

"Mr. Pok, you don't want Lord Barto to know that Lord Lola is your child with Lady Grace, do you?"

"What?"

Pok's ears buzzed, and his mind went blank.

Then, when he came to his senses and hurriedly looked at the specific content of the letter,

he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his forehead, with an expression of both shock and anger.

However, buried deep in the corner of his eyes was more fear.

"How did this secret leak out?"

Pok's scalp tingled. The letter writer demanded that he raise a hundred gold coins as hush money within two days.

And he was not allowed to tell anyone, otherwise, the matter between Grace and Lola would be told to Barto.

"Damn it, who are you? How did you put the letter in my pocket?"

Pok was a bit scared. Since the other party could put the letter on him without his notice and silently,

then perhaps, they could also kill him in an unexpected moment.

"Fortunately, it's just for money… but a hundred gold coins, I don't have that much."

Pok was extremely anxious. The amount of money demanded by the extortionist was really too much.

A hundred gold coins, even as Barto's butler, were unattainable for him.

After all, Barto, the miser, had been closely monitoring the family business over the years.

No matter big or small matters, accounts and payments, he would personally inquire about everything.

Therefore, Pok had to be very careful in his daily life and it was difficult for him to make any profit from it.

After working for so many years, he had only saved ten gold coins.

However, this money had to be paid.

Otherwise, if Barto really found out about this matter, he would definitely have someone kill him!

"If there's no other way, I'll have to borrow it!"

Pok's eyes flashed, thinking of someone.

"Yes, Grace, she definitely doesn't want Barto to know that Lola is actually my son!"

"So, if it really only needs a hundred gold coins, she must pay too!"

As soon as Pok thought of this, he hurriedly wanted to go out to find Lady Grace.

But he stopped just at the door.

"No, it's too late now. I have to wait until tomorrow and find a suitable time to talk about it."

"Wait, before that, maybe I should first find out the identity of the extortionist…"

Pok's eyes flickered, thinking carefully.

At the same time, on the other side.

Under the night sky, inside the荒林石屋 (wild forest stone house), Ron was cultivating the breathing technique.

At this time, with the progress of his breathing technique, the two bottles of nutritional potions had also been drunk by him.

So, just now Ron boiled water, dissolved half a spoon of nutritional ointment, and made two more bottles of potions.

"The effect of this nutritional ointment is just too powerful."

"I estimate that in less than three days, the life blood fog in my body can condense into a liquid state."

Ron thought to himself, no wonder the status of alchemists on this divine gifted continent is so noble.

This is just a low-grade nutritional ointment, and it can have such a strong effect.

So how terrifying would real magical potions be?

He took another mouthful of the potion and continued to cultivate.

He dared not be slack, he had to quickly enhance his own strength.

Until the middle of the night, the system prompt sound came as scheduled.

"Ding! Today's intelligence is as follows——"