Chapter 286: Ledger

Harold felt very puzzled by what I said, and he asked me: "Why don't you even have the keys to your own house?"
After speaking, he seemed to feel a little rude, and then quickly shut up.
Looking at his series of actions, I felt a little funny. Since I want to talk about it, I don't mind, so I responded: "In my house, whoever is in power holds the key."
"Uh..." Harold suddenly said nothing, but looked at me in disbelief.
I can understand his thoughts. In the Hefeng Continent, the patriarchal ethos still exists, but it is not as serious as on Earth.
The reason for this situation is largely because Hefeng Continent is a world where adventurers determine the economic lifeline. Here, adventurers are everything.
In the group of adventurers, the ratio of men to women and the importance of their positions determine the status of men and women.
In most teams, male adventurers occupies the backbone. Whether it is a front-mounted physical shield, a warrior who charges into the battle, or a shooter in the middle platoon, almost all positions can be taken.
Compared with male adventurers, female adventurers have great limitations.
Most female adventurers are inferior to male adventurers in terms of strength (except for some violent female men), so there is a large part of the lack of physical shields.
Although the female adventurer is as brave as the male adventurer in the charge and battle, and even wins, it can not make up the gap between male and female adventurers in terms of fighting momentum.
In medium and long-range combat, especially among the more popular professions such as wizards, crossbowmen, firegunners, priests, etc., female adventurers have only begun to truly emerge.
However, in people's perception, these occupations are only auxiliary attack occupations and cannot dominate. Therefore, no matter how well female adventurers do in these positions, they cannot conceal the male adventurers in people’s eyes. importance.
Therefore, the status of female adventurers is lower than that of male adventurers. As for how low it is, it depends on the strength of this female adventurer.
Of course, this is not without exception. Like the female warrior of the Elf race who is touted as the highest rank, her status is much higher than that of men, and it can even be said that it is higher than all human beings.
There are quite a few female adventurers of this kind, but compared to the overall female adventurers, this number is still too small.
Facing Harold's ambiguous eyes, I could only shrug and smile: "Yes, you are right. I am a strict wife. What's more, I have three fiancées."
As soon as I said this, I almost worshipped myself to the ground.
I was born to be strict with my wife, and I have three fiancees at the same time. Not only did those fiancees not be beaten to death by this, but they can even live in harmony and jointly control the keys to the house... Although my His status remained the same, and he still didn't even have a key.
Harold's eyes turned from ambiguous to complex, and then he became very admired, and finally exhaled slightly with jealousy.
So, we both continued to chat, chatting, and walking towards his office.
The two of us chattered so speculatively that I had forgotten the pair of adventurers who followed me with weapons and flattering smiles.
When I entered the office, I remembered that I was still following the two ‘followers’ behind me, turned my head hurriedly, took the weapon in my hand, and said with a smile:
You’ve worked hard, thank you.

The two adventurers smiled brightly, and said respectfully to me: "No hard work, no hard work, no hard work for adults, no matter what."
I nodded pertinently.
The two hurriedly left in relief.
Harold looked at the back of the two of them and asked me: "I remember that these two people should be members of my guild. Are they two...?"
I threw the weapon on Harold's sofa, reached the other side of the empty space, waved my hand, and said, "It's nothing, it's just a pure fox, you don't take it seriously."
Harold didn't understand: "What do you mean by'Fox Fake Tiger'?"
"Uh..." I thought about it for a while, and decided to tell him this famous fable without quoting the classics, but to explain the original meaning of the idiom to him, so I organized the language and said "This means that I have become more noble with your rights and glory, do you understand now?"
"Oh, that's how it is." Harold nodded and smiled. "I'm still wondering, when did you meet, it turns out that's the same thing."
"By the way, where's Yura?" I remember not seeing her when I passed the classroom before, and I couldn't help asking, "Isn't she here?"
Harold said: "Yula is reviewing the papers in her office. It will be completed later. You look for her?"
I shook my head quickly: "No, no, no, just asking, just asking."
"Really just asking." Harold looked at me with a smile, his eyes full of ambiguous brilliance again.
I spread my hands and did not speak. Sometimes, silence is more effective than explanation.
Harold didn't speak anymore, but moved a pile of documents on the table to his eyes and read them one by one.
I was curious, and stepped forward and leaned over.
The documents are densely filled with words, sometimes with symbols and graphics that I cannot understand.
After watching it for about four or five minutes, I can't stand it anymore, because the things marked in the consecutive lines above have no connection at all, but they are still connected together. Reading it, it is completely irrelevant!
Harold saw me watching and smiled, "Can you understand?"
"I don't understand" I answered truthfully: "Although I recognize most of the words above, I don't understand what it means if I connect them."
Harold said: "It's normal if you don't understand it. This is not a sentence structure at all, but the account expenditure of our association."
"Huh?" I said in surprise: "Account expenditures? So, this, is the account book?"
Harold nodded and said: "The response is very fast. This is indeed our guild's account book, which records all the guild's expenditure and income in the recent period."
I pointed to a few symbols and numbers on the notebook and asked: "What do these represent?"
Harold explained: "The material representing my guild's recent income is the skin of the ghost face spider that we fought together that day."
Hearing what he said, let me take a closer look, let alone, there is really a sense of similarity to ghost-faced spider skin, I can't help but admire: "You symbols are really unique!"
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