With that amount of money, he could rent a decent home, wear clean clothes, and never worry about starving again.
He did not understand why Kiara asked for his blood.
But compared to the crushing weight of poverty, that small request seemed insignificant.
Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees. "Thank you, Lady Kiara!"
Kiara waved her hand casually.
"It's nothing."
She pointed toward the staircase.
"Zion will take you upstairs. Clean yourself up and pick some proper clothes from the wardrobe. You should look presentable while working in my store."
Then she raised one finger.
"Oh, before that… blood first."
She reached into her inventory and pulled out an injection.
The needle was thin, glossy, and strangely black.
Kiara did not notice the unusual material.
If she had realized that the needle was forged from extremely rare Dark Steel, she would probably have stared at it for a long time.
