"Do you know how to farm?"
"No."
"Not interested then," Ange dismissed.
While expecting Ange's rejection, Durken quickly interjected, "My lord, may I shelter her?"
Negris, puzzled, asked, "What would you keep her for? Wouldn't she just get in the way?"
"You wield books, there's not much for you to do. But as the King of Alchemy, I used to have many attendants serving me, now I have to wash my own clothes. How unnerve!" Durken exclaimed.
Negris raised his doubt, "I never saw you actually wash clothes. Don't you just touch them with your Gold-touch Stick and they become clean?"
"Well, consider this, the Goblin Trade Guild once paid sixty-thousand Demon Crystals just to have me wave the Gold-touch Stick once. Sixty-thousand Demon Crystals – that would pay for quite a few people to do laundry. It's time-consuming for me, can't keep doing this, it's not so glamorous," Durken grumbled.