"what are you saying?"

Malfurion was at a loss and noticed that Illidan's eyes frequently drifted to his pants. He thought there was a stain on his pants, so he stretched out his hand and brushed it a few times, but he didn't find out what the problem was.

Brother, don’t you admit it yet...

Illidan sighed helplessly and looked down at the purse in his hand. His elder brother, Malfurion, was tall and handsome, and his thick, masculine beard was in line with the aesthetics of the night elves.

In the nearby villages, there were many farm girls waiting to be married who were secretly attracted to him. Although Illidan's appearance was not inferior to his brother's, he always kept people away because of his slightly gloomy temperament, which made people not very willing to approach him.

Illidan understood that if his brother was willing, there would be many ladies in the city who would be willing... willing...

When he thought of the faces of the upper elves, Illidan instinctively resisted and couldn't bear to look directly at what his brother did. But he also knew that his brother was far more principled than himself, and for his own sake, he actually...

Can do this kind of thing.

Illidan shook his head, only to feel that his heart, which had been riddled with wounds by the grief of losing his parents, softened.

The small satin purse is very delicate and exudes a very pleasant grass fragrance. The thread-tied opening is also embroidered with a waning moon with white thread.

Well, are you still a believer...

Illidan guessed the owner of the purse. Except for the noble ladies in Suramar, he could not think of anyone else who would use such an expensive and useless item. Commoners were reluctant to use it and had no use at all. First, they were out of town.

I won’t carry so much money. Secondly, doesn’t this kind of money bag tied around the waist obviously leave a back door for thieves? It is much safer to sew a pocket into the side of the underwear.

He gently opened the thread with his hands, and the bulging money bag immediately collapsed, making a crisp sound of coins colliding. Through the wide opening, Illidan saw several gold coins and dozens of silver coins...

After a quick calculation, I am afraid that there are four or five gold coins in total. But what is really valuable - Illidan pulled open the silver coin and found another gold coin at the bottom of the bag - are these three engraved with Queen Azshara.

Avatar of gold coins.

Because, although the official exchange rate is one hundred silver coins to one gold coin, the exchange rate in private circulation has always been higher than that. Even more than ten years ago, when the expansion war was at its fiercest, the black market exchange rate once reached over one hundred and forty-one.

A silver coin in exchange for a gold coin.

But the empire's biennial taxes were settled in gold coins.

The civilians either went to the Imperial Exchange Bank where the gangsters sent people to queue up maliciously. After waiting for several days, they had to compromise and exchange the gold coins in the hands of the gangsters at an exchange rate of 120 to 1, allowing them to earn the difference of more than 20 silver coins.

Or go to the black market, exchange it for gold coins at an exchange rate of 141 to 1, and then pay the tax...

The common people all resented the exploitation of the upper elf. Fortunately, the queen later introduced a policy to abolish the system of settling taxes in gold coins within the empire, and the situation completely improved.

But no matter what, the money in the wallet was an unimaginable sum of money for Illidan, who worked at the culvert and drainage ditch construction site in the south of the city and his weekly salary was only two silver coins.

Too many, really too many...

Not only did you do this kind of thing for me, but you also saved so much money... This, this is definitely not something that can be saved once or twice...

How long have you been doing this?

Illidan felt an annoying warmth rising from the bottom of his heart, as if something was stuck in his throat, and his vision was obscured by a layer of mist.

He hurriedly gritted his teeth, pretended to smooth his broken hair on his forehead again, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and blurted out:

"Brother, how long have you been hiding this from me? In two more years, I will be able to save enough for tuition, and you don't have to do this...this..."

Illidan choked up and couldn't speak anymore. He breathed heavily and tried not to let his fragile emotions show.

Although the two brothers cared deeply about each other, neither of them would show such a soft side that went against the ideals of a man. Especially Illidan, who was deeply moved and very embarrassed at this time, and had no idea.

What should I say and what should I do to express my abnormal feelings?

"Ah? What are you talking about?"

Malfurion was completely confused. He took a few steps forward and looked at Illidan worriedly. Since his parents died, Illidan has not been normal. Could it be that he has some mental problem? Yes, it must be.

Is such that.

"Take it back."

Illidan calmed down and handed the purse back.

It's best not to irritate him... Thinking this, Malfurion put a hand on the money bag and comforted him softly:

"This is for you, Illidan. Haven't you always wanted to enroll in the Basic Magic Academy? With this money, you can learn the arcane magic you dream of."

Little did he know that these words fell into Illidan's heart, completely destroying the psychological defense of the son of prophecy who had the same golden eyes as Queen Azshara and who was predicted by the legend of the night elves to have an extraordinary future.

Illidan's tears burst out uncontrollably...

Damn, damn!

In my life, I actually cried twice in such a short period of time! No, this is not me!

Illidan roared in his heart, turned his head to prevent Malfurion from seeing his embarrassment, gritted his teeth and said:

"I don't need it, take it back and go to the Temple of the Moon in the city to have your body checked. I heard that many of those noble ladies with inappropriate private lives are suffering from unclean diseases... Go quickly! Get it checked out.

Don't catch those diseases too - don't let Tyrande know! If she knew you were going... to... she would definitely break up with you."

Private life, unclean diseases, physical examination... Elune, what on earth are you talking about! Malfurion felt as if ten thousand mammoth beasts were running past in his heart, and shouted:

"Oh my god, Illidan, are you insane? This money was given to you by Tyrande on my behalf to enroll you in the Magic Academy!"

The atmosphere suddenly solidified, and Illidan, who still had tears on his face, turned around inch by inch, his face extremely dark, and the anger in his eyes gathered little by little.

“%&*￥……!”

Before Malfurion understood what was going on, Illidan cursed loudly, grabbed the purse, pushed him away, and ran away as fast as he could.

"I'm going to return the money to Tyrande!" A few seconds later, Illidan's angry voice came from afar.

"Hey, wait...hey!"

Malfurion was neither chasing nor chasing. He exhaled in annoyance and watched Illidan, who never let himself worry, disappear from sight.

He sighed deeply, but suddenly he felt funny about today's misunderstanding. He couldn't help but laugh out loud. He shook his head, turned around, knelt in front of his parents' tombstone, and reached out to pick off a leaf that fell on the tombstone.
Chapter completed!