Chapter 173：Who doesn't have a few maids, as a true man?

Chapter 173:Who doesn't have a few maids, as a true man?

"Look at what you're saying. How can I take your money when you gave me my life?" Ivan quickly waved his hand.

Charlotte smiled and shook his head, "That won't do. Your tailor shop has just reopened, and you have children to raise. I can't take advantage of you."

"I've heard that the grocery store on Tucker Street has been selling anti-magic potions for a million copper coins. Even if it's twenty pieces of clothing, I still can't repay your kindness," Ivan said earnestly.

Charlotte understood the situation but still insisted, "In that case, for two dresses, you charge me for one, and the other one will be my treat."

"A treat?" All three people in the shop looked at him.

"Ahem..." Charlotte suddenly realized that the phrase might not be appropriate and felt a bit awkward, "Let's say I received it without paying."

Ivan suddenly understood and thought to himself that Doctor Charlotte had a unique way with words. Seeing his insistence, he reluctantly nodded. "Okay... I'll charge you 500 copper coins."

"How long will it take?" Charlotte asked as he took out money.

Ivan thought for a moment and said, "The fabric is readily available in the shop, and the designs aren't too complicated. It will take three days to complete."

"Alright, I'll come to pick it up in three days." Charlotte handed him five silver coins and bid farewell.

Three days later, the two custom-made dresses would be ready.

The efficiency of this tailor shop far exceeded his expectations.

In the past, even ordering one item online in the non-free shipping region wouldn't guarantee its delivery.

"Boss, did you used to enjoy freeloading?" After leaving the tailor shop, Vivian approached and asked quietly.

"Nonsense! How could someone as upright as me do such a thing?" Charlotte said seriously.

Vivian wore an expression of disbelief and muttered, "They said you used to hang out on Amman Street, whenever you had the chance, you would head straight to Amman Street..."

"Who said that?" Charlotte glanced at her. Who was it? They were talking behind his back!

"The bald owner of the bookstore next door and Mrs. Bella from the bakery," Vivian quickly sold out the gossipers.

"It was all a disguise," Charlotte's expression became somewhat mysterious as he lowered his voice.

"You mustn't tell anyone about my job change. The members of the Physicians Association are secretly watching me. If they discover how ambitious I am, they will surely come after me. At that time, you and Kasha..."

Vivian shivered in fear from Charlotte's dark and intimidating tone, but then her eyes gradually lit up.

She understood!

The previous behavior of the boss was all a pretense to appear as a failed and down-and-out individual, but in reality, he was a bookworm secretly working hard behind the scenes.

This was the boss she knew and recognized.Follow current novels at novelhall.com)

Having lost his magical source and yet secretly changed jobs in three years to become an intermediate knight.

This was so inspiring!

And the once revered Physicians Association had now become a villainous organization persecuting dissidents in her heart.

If the boss were to be framed by them again, leaving her and Kasha, two vulnerable women, how could they survive in the Abyss?

"Charlotte, what are you doing here?!" Roland greeted him with a smile.

"Just taking them for a walk. I'm going to Ivan's to have two outfits customized for them," Charlotte said with a smile, introducing them to Roland.

"This is Kasha, the new cashier at my clinic, and Eileen, you know her."

"Hello, Headmaster Roland. Your academy is amazing," Vivian gave Roland two thumbs up.

"Thank you," Roland smiled and nodded, slightly proud of the praise.

"Hello, Headmaster Roland. I'm Kasha, the master's maid," Kasha greeted in a low voice, emphasizing her identity at the end of her sentence.

"Maid?" Roland looked at Charlotte, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

Charlotte shrugged. He didn't expect Kasha to willingly reveal her role in front of others.

"I didn't expect you to build the Abyss Academy so quickly. The children are going to enroll soon," Charlotte said.

"I have to thank you for that," Roland said with a somewhat resentful tone.

"Thank me?" Charlotte was puzzled.

"You mean the wine? It's nothing. If there's good wine in the future, you can still bring it to drink with me."

"No, I'm talking about you bringing Jenny to my house," Roland's gaze turned unfriendly.

"Oh, that... It's no big deal. Just helping others," Charlotte smiled and waved, pretending not to notice Roland's resentment.

"But what does that have to do with the Abyss Academy?"

Roland looked helpless.

"She gave me five million and insisted that I use it to build the academy. She even brought a professional team of architects and construction workers from Calva and finished the academy in five days. They also helped recruit some experienced teachers."

Charlotte: ...

[What did I miss?

You handed five million copper coins to me casually?]

Charlotte had the impulse to kick Roland's face full of helplessness.

[So what if a rich woman gives you money and puts in the effort? Are you unhappy about being spoiled?]

"I see. It's just five million, and the construction is... alright," Charlotte looked around, unable to find any faults, only the sour feeling left.

"Come on, let me show you inside," Roland warmly invited them.

"Is that woman not inside?" Charlotte grew wary. He didn't want to be criticized by another inexplicable scumbag.

"Don't worry, she doesn't have that much time to stay in the Abyss," Roland reassured Charlotte, blocking his shoulder and smiling as they walked toward the school.

Charlotte thought the same. After all, Jane's identity was extraordinary.

Even Roland was reaching high by associating with her. It was impossible for her to just stay in the Abyss and not leave.