“I wouldn’t believe you


    you!”


    Sean shook his head.


    He’d rather believe that Carlisle had psychic abilities than entertain the idea of him being a time


    traveler.


    Metaphysics and mythology were two different things.


    Carlisle had previously added the yer who taught him how to y The Mystical Journey at the


    inte


    cafe.


    His username was The Sly Knight.


    Suddenly, a notification shed on the game interface. Carlisle clicked it open and saw that it was at


    message from The Sly Knight,


    The Sly Knight wrote, “It’s been a while since youst came to the inte cafe!”


    Carlisle replied, “I’vee to Rivend to study!”


    “You’re a university student?”


    “Yup!”


    “If you don’t mind, can I ask you something?”


    “Ask away!”


    “Could you lend me a hundred dors?”


    “Have you encountered some problems?”


    “My sister broke her leg. I’ve already sold all my in–game machinery, but I’m still short on funds for the


    surgery. I’ve already borrowed as much as I can! I’m truly out of options!”


    Sean nced at Carlisle and The Sly_Knight’s conversation. He immediately said, “You must not


    believe him, Carlisle! He’s obviously lying to you. If his sister truly needs surgery, how could he still be


    online?”


    Sean pondered for a moment before replying. “Is a hundred dors enough?”


    The Sly Knight immediately typed back, “No, but I only dare to ask you for this much. You’re still a


    student, so even a hundred dors must be a stretch for you!”


    Carlisle asked, “How much more do you need?”


    “Five hundred dors…”


    “Carl, you can’t possibly be thinking of lending him the money, are you? Five hundred dors is


    equivalent to an ordinary person’s monthly sry!”


    Sean was starting to grow anxious. He reached out to switch off Carlisle’sputer, but his hand was


    immediately swatted away.


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    “Better to be safe than sorry. If something were to happen to his sister just because of five hundred


    dors, I’d never forgive myself…”


    Sean eximed, “Are the two of you even close? There are so many people in need in this world.


    There’s


    no way you can help every single one of Just because you have some money, do you think you’re


    now some sort of phnthropist?”


    Carlisle knew that Sean was just looking out for him, worried that he might be scammed.


    Based on the few interactions he had with The Sly_Knight and his two life experiences, he believed


    that the person was not a scammer.


    Carlisle patted Sean’s shoulder and said with a smile, “Five hundred dors isn’t that much. It’s not that


    big of a deal!”


    “Do whatever you like!”


    Seeing that Carlisle had already made up his mind, Sean no longer continued to persuade him.


    Carlisle took out his phone and called the Inte cafe’s owner, Ivan Sanders.


    “Mr. Sanders, this is Carlisle…”


    “Carlisle?”


    Upon hearing Carlisle’s voice, Ivan nearly dropped the cigarette in his mouth.


    Why was Carlisle suddenly calling him?


    Could Carlisle have seen the price of the Heavenly Sword posted on the forum and regretted it?


    Damn it…


    It was toote now.


    If Carlisle darede looking for him, he would simply give him a piece of his mind.


    However, thinking about how he had decided to turn a new leaf and his pregnant wife, Ivan was


    hesitant.


    If there was no other option, he was willing to give him a portion of his earnings.


    “Mr. Sanders, could you lend me five hundred dors? I’ll go to the bank and transfer the money to you


    tomorrow!”


    Using a passbook to transfer money could only be done at the bank’s counter.


    The bank was already closed, so he could only turn to Ivan for the money.


    Ivan let out a sigh of relief.


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    While five hundred dors wasn’t a small amount, considering that he was about to make fifty thousand


    dors from selling the Heavenly Sword, this amount was nothing.


    Carlisle cradled his phone between his ear and shoulder as he asked The Sly_Knight whichputer


    booth he was at.


    Chopte: 57


    “I’m on the first floor. Booth number eight!” The Sly Knight immediately replied.


    Carlisle told Ivan about The Sly Knight’s situation.


    Upon hearing that his customer’s sister had leukemia, Ivan immediately said, “You’re a good person,


    Carlisle, How about this? I’ll give him an additional five hundred dors in my name…”


    “Thank you so much, Mr. Sanders…”


    Carlisle couldn’t help but look at Ivan in a positive light.


    He was unaware that the Heavenly Sword had now risen to an exorbitant price of 130 thousand dors.


    Ivan hung up the phone and went to his bedroom closet to retrieve the money.


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