Supreme Magus novel Chapter 4049

Chapter 4049: Rough Patch (Part 2)

"Yet they still need to eat. The Lutians went through enough. They don’t deserve to also starve."

"That’s very generous of you, Dad." Brina was so surprised that her tired hands stopped shaking.

"Thanks, but I’d appreciate your words more if you didn’t sound so surprised." Vexal grunted. "We are bakers, daughter. Soldiers fight, we make bread. It is a different kind of duty, but a duty nonetheless.

"Besides, we are the lucky ones." He nodded at Salman. "While everyone else scrambled to escape with their lives, we sat safely on the sidelines. We need- No. I need to make a difference. I owe it to the dead."

Brina looked at her father and noticed something different in his eyes. Pain, guilt, and compassion fought hard against his greed. For once, they were holding their ground.

"I’m proud of you, Dad." She said.

"Thanks, daughter." Vexal replied grumpily.

"Then you need a place to work." Lith said. "I’ll give priority to the reconstruction of your shop. Don’t worry about the ingredients, I’ll have them delivered to your doorstep."

A flick of Lith’s fingers conjured a heavy bag of silver coins in the baker’s hands.

"This is for the bread. Keep the change as an advance payment for the rest. I trust your bookkeeping."

"Didn’t you hear me? I don’t need to be paid!" Vexal stood up in outrage, handing the bag back.

"Don’t you?" Lith asked. "I said I’ll rebuild your shop, not your house. Also, you need to hire assistants. My Demons won’t keep helping you forever. And don’t forget that soldiers get paid for their job.

"You and Brina are going to need this money when the Kingdom revokes the emergency status and you have to buy the ingredients yourself. I’m afraid Lutia is about to go through a rough patch, and so are you."

Vexal looked at the money, then at his daughter, and lastly at the ruins of his house. Generations of Cornerstones had lived there, Vexal had made it thrive, and the Dead King had destroyed everything in a single night.

It was infuriating, but also depressing.

’I’m too old. I don’t know if I have the strength to start from scratch. I-’

"We gladly accept the money." Irha, his wife, took the silver and the choice out of his hands. "I’m too old to sleep in the middle of the street out of dumb pride. Especially with winter right around the corner."

"But-"

"You’re old too." She cut him short again while she added sugar to his tea and stirred it for him. "So, save your energy for your money-makers. We have a home to rebuild."

"Fine, you win, woman." A thin smile formed on Vexal’s face. "Do you mind leaving the big guy with us, Lith? I feel much safer with him."

"Not a problem." Zekell replied. "I’m moving in with my in-laws until I’m done rebuilding my home. Salman is all yours."

Salman and Lith exchanged a glance, shrugging.

"Now that’s settled, I might need some help as well." The blacksmith said. "I’m still waiting for the reports from the other shops throughout the Kingdom, but I expect good news. The real problem is the temple."

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