99 Tier 8 Strength!

"Sheila went to look for Joelson again? She might as well leave with our mercenary group!"

"Hahaha! You're right, our Joelson is powerful and is a young genius. Following him has a better future than staying in a small Chamber of Commerce!"

A fat old man angrily and anxiously cursed, "Shut Up! You bunch of idiots! Can't you shut up with so many gold coins?"

The old man looked at Joelson again and whispered, "So what if you're a young genius? You're just a commoner. Sheila is going to be a countess in the future."

Sheila's face was red. She ignored everyone's gaze and ran to Joelson's side, squatting down and handing him water.

"Brother Joelson, drink some water."

Joelson smiled at her. His increasingly handsome appearance made Sheila blush and she shyly lowered her head.

Joelson opened the bottle to moisten his lips and handed it back to Sheila.

"Brother Joelson, how many days until we reach the city?"

Sheila suddenly asked.