Ten Million

At the mention of ten million gold, Wang Tiangang's body shivered. That was ten million!

For a level 26 Conferred Knight like himself, it would take everything he had to bring out 500,000 gold. Yet, to think that Governor Devitt was going to give Fang Xingjian ten million gold?! What kind of joke was this?

He stared at Fang Xingjian and tried very hard to listen, wanting to know what the trade was for.

Hearing Devitt's words, Fang Xingjian shook his head and said,"It's already November now, so there are only eight months till next year's National Selection. Being paid over ten instalments is useless for me now."

A few people exchanged glances when they head what Fang Xingjian said. Around a month ago, they had still been secretly laughing at how Fang Xingjian did not know any better for wanting to participate in the National Selection.