Scheer was taken aback, and she began to look at Mag in a different light. There was curiosity, astonishment, and a feeling of “like knows like”.

  Yes.

  Ever since she was born, money was simply a number to her.

  Nobody knew how much money the Buffett Bank had. That was a number which was huge enough to make the giant dragons and kings envious.

  She knew.

  That was a bunch of meaningless numbers. At least, they were to her.

  “Yes. In fact, what’s the use of money and wealth? I have never touched money before, and I’m not interested in it.” Scheer laughed at herself. “They thought that I worked hard to make more money, but is there a difference when there’s one more or less zero at the end of that bunch of numbers?

  Mag suddenly went deep in thought as he looked at Scheer.

  Hmm.

  It seemed like he had met his match.

  The way that rich people showed off was always so similar.

  But one simply couldn’t rebut them. After all…… he thought the same back then too.

  “Yes. No difference.” So, he nodded in agreement.

  “Actually, our family is just a normal family too. There’s nothing special about us besides having a bigger house,” Scheer said with a hint of helplessness. “But I would lose a few friends every time I brought them home. Is it a big deal to get lost in your friend’s house?”


  “Not really……” Mag shook his head. If it was him, his young heart most probably couldn’t take such a subtle way of showing off, either.

  “Mr. Mag, you’re indeed very special.” Scheer chuckled and touched a small protruding ball right next to her hand lightly. Her secretary soon walked into the carriage, and retrieved a bottle of red wine and two crystal wine glasses from the carriage’s side panel. He removed the cork, and a rich red aroma spread in the carriage. After decanting the red wine for a while, he poured the wine into the glasses, and placed them on the table that was in between Mr. Mag and Scheer. Then, he bowed and retreated back out of the carriage.

  “Hence, I would like to have a drink with you.” Scheer picked up the wine glass and swirled it around as she looked at Mag smilingly.

  Mag looked at the wine glass in front of him and Scheer, who was looking at him. After a moment of hesitation, he reached for the wine glass.

  “Then I will accept deferentially rather than decline courteously.” Mag tapped his glass against Scheer’s gently before taking a small sip. This was Buffett Winery’s best V-grade wine which was rich and smooth. Although it was not as good as the system’s special brew, it was still one of the best wines.

  On the way back, Scheer was more chatty than usual. Although she was rather reserved and avoided talking about personal topics, Mag could sense that she was obviously less guarded against him.

  “Showing off is perhaps a good way to show affection?” Mag couldn’t help murmur as he watched the opulent horse-drawn carriage slowly drive away.

  Mag turned around and saw Irina, who was leaning against the door and appraising him with a judging expression.

  “Where did you go?” Irina already strode over just as he was about to speak and took a sniff. “There’s an alcohol smell on you. Did someone ask you to go drinking in the day?

  “There’s a perfume’s scent too. Female?

  “Who is that woman in the carriage?”


  The series of questions and the hint of danger that was flickering in that gaze made Mag tense up quickly. He confessed, “Scheer Buffett, the current boss of Buffett Bank. I went to discuss a business deal that cost a few hundred millions with her in the afternoon. It’s normal to drink some wine during a business discussion.”


  “A few hundred millions?” Irina narrowed her eyes slightly as if countless knives seemed to fly around in it.

  Mag sensed a chill crawling up his back, and swiftly said, “It’s not the kind you think it is. Come, let’s go in and I’ll explain to you slowly.”


  “You’d better explain to me, what posture did you use to discuss this hundred-million-deal?” A dangerous curl appeared on Irina’s lips as she turned and walked into the restaurant.

  “I…… I simply sat there.” Mag had an innocent expression. What other kind of posture could he have used to discuss it?

  Mag locked the restaurant’s door after they went in. After making sure there was no one else in the restaurant, he went to sit opposite Irina.

  “Can a rich woman make you happy?” Irina asked as soon as Mag sat down.

  “Still alright. We had a pleasant discussion. The results were excell……” Mag nodded and then paused. He suddenly felt the words were a little misleading.

  “Haha.”


  When he saw Irina take out a folding chair gradually, Mag quickly stood up and explained, “Hey, hey! Don’t be mistaken, Dear. We were really discussing proper business.

  “Do you still remember the steam engines that were delivered to the factory a few days ago? Miss Scheer is the collaborator in my steam engine project. Apart from that, I have also co-developed a railway project with her and Chaos City. We’re using the steam engine locomotive to pull the trains, and the trains will run on the railway tracks that lead toward the goblins’ Vic Mountain. I went to the locomotive base to do a test run this afternoon, and it has basically reached the operating standard. Therefore, we drank a little wine on our way back.”


  “Steam engine locomotive?” Irina lowered the folding chair slowly as she looked at Mag with bewilderment.

  “It’s like a giant horse-drawn carriage that would never get tired. It could move hundreds of people on the paved railway tracks, and it doesn’t need to rest during the journey or to be fed with grass.”


  “Then, what does it eat?”


  “We simply need to give it some coals.”


  “Isn’t this a little too much?”


  “It’s fine. We’ll give it some water too.”


  “That’s more like it.”


  Mag heaved a breath of relief when he saw Irina keep away the folding chair. He took his seat again and smilingly nodded. “Because the base is located beyond the city, Miss Scheer sent me back. Nothing happened between us.”


  “I will take it as the truth,” Irina said calmly as she threw a glance at Mag.

  Mag complained in his heart secretly. However, based on the principle of “the fewer complications, the better”, he smiled. “You must have had a tough time training the Night Elves today. Tell me, what do you want to eat and drink? I’ll make it for you right now.”


  “I want to eat durian pizza, with one pot of green tea,” Irina said after some pondering.

  “Sure. I will make them for you right now.” Mag walked to the kitchen right away. He came out with a pot of green tea, and poured one cup for Irina before going back to the kitchen to make the durian pizza.

  Irina propped her chin on one hand and watched Mag, whose back was facing her as he was busy in the kitchen, through the hot steam. A smile appeared on her lips.

  He looked so handsome when he was holding the sword. Yet, he was even more mesmerizing in an apron and holding a cleaver.