Dalia still agreed to Shun's request. The main reason was that Shun himself was somewhat eerie—from the moment she had inexplicably picked him up in the snow.
Amputation… he endured it without crying or making a fuss. All the subsequent aftereffects seemed nonexistent. He was mature in a way that didn't resemble a child at all. To some extent, she had even come to rely on him for many decisions.
Ever since Shun came to her and Sirin's side, their days had become easier and easier. That was a fact.
Today this well-behaved child suddenly said he wanted them to move away from here without giving a specific reason. But based on Dalia's understanding of Shun, this should not be him throwing a tantrum for no reason.
The main point was that when he said he had money, he really did earn it… More than ten thousand US dollars. She had never seen so much money in her life.
In Siberia, rubles were sometimes no different from waste paper. Only these green bills were hard currency.
"Alright, little Shun. Give me and Sirin some time. After this move, we probably won't be coming back."
"Yeah, probably…" What would happen in the future was still unclear, but they definitely couldn't return in the next few years.
What Dalia was thinking was that since they had decided to leave, they should at least say goodbye to the people and things in this land where she had lived for decades.
Shun saw that his goal had been achieved and did not stop Dalia from wanting to bid a proper farewell. After all, it was land she had lived on for decades; the people and things there could not be let go of so easily.
Moreover, the fact that she was willing to agree already surprised Shun greatly. In truth, what he had planned for tonight was to first bring the matter up as a heads-up.
If she disagreed, he would go find the local gang again, get more money, and have them directly kidnap Sirin and Dalia before taking them to the destination.
But now that Dalia had already agreed and Sirin had no objections, there was no need for such trouble.
Early the next morning, Dalia left the house saying she was going to resign and also say goodbye to some friends. Sirin figured that since they were leaving anyway, she might as well skip school and stay home to sleep.
It seemed that no matter where, children didn't like going to school. Shun expressed understanding—after all, he didn't like it either.
However, taking advantage of this time, Shun once again went through the small path to the casino and met the casino manager who had said "we never meet again" yesterday.
"Is there any way to make money quickly?" After having them stop the "protection" of Sirin and her mother that they had promised yesterday, Shun asked the casino manager again.
Ways to make money fast—weren't there just those few? But the middle-aged man looked at Shun's small frame and felt that Shun wouldn't be able to handle any of them, and the speed of earning wasn't that fast anyway.
"How about you go inside and gamble a few more rounds?"
A few hours later, Shun left the casino carrying a suitcase filled with one hundred thousand US dollars.
"Sure enough, this is still the fastest way to make money." Shun weighed the heavy stack of bills inside and muttered to himself.
No wonder so many people were addicted to this. However, he was only using this method because he needed it right now. If he really returned to ten-plus years later, even going to Macau or Las Vegas, the money he could earn that way wouldn't be worth mentioning.
At least Shun looked down on it. Ten-plus years later, he really wouldn't need to worry about money, because in this world, power could truly dominate everything.
When he returned home, he found that Dalia had already come back. She had probably successfully resigned.
Shun placed the suitcase on the table and opened it. "Here is one hundred thousand. This should be enough for us to use for a long time."
Once was unfamiliar, twice was smooth. Although the money Shun brought back today was much more than yesterday, the shock it brought was far less than yesterday's. Perhaps it was because they had already been given a heads-up, so seeing that Shun could really produce so much money was no longer surprising.
"Little Shun, did you rob a bank?" Sirin looked at the suitcase full of green bills and still found it hard to believe.
"Joking. How could robbing a bank be this fast?" Shun expressed that when he played Grand Theft Auto, robbing a bank only gave so little money. How could it compare to earning by casually showing a few tricks?
"If Sirin has anything she wants to buy, I can take Sirin to buy it. How about that?" Come to think of it, after living together for so long, Shun had never given Sirin anything.
"But isn't this our settlement money? Isn't it bad to spend it recklessly?" Sirin felt a little conflicted. She actually wanted to receive a gift from Shun, but…
"Don't worry, it won't cost much. If you don't believe me, go ask Aunt Dalia. This money is really a lot."
Sirin turned her head to look at Dalia, who nodded to reassure her.
"By the way, Aunt Dalia, how are the arrangements on your side? When can we leave?" Shun felt that the sooner they left, the better. Delaying would only lead to complications.
"Mm, the old man at the factory was very understanding. When he heard I was moving away, he even settled some extra money for me. However, there are still the withdrawal procedures at Sirin's school. After all, we have received favors from others. It wouldn't be good if we just left without saying anything."
"That's fine. Once Sirin's matters are settled, we'll leave. Have you thought of a destination? My recommendation is Switzerland."
Shun felt that this matter had been arranged perfectly. He had even taken the people away. There shouldn't be any more problems, right?
Or was Sirin destined to become the Herrscher of the Void? No matter where they ran, would the Honkai still catch up to them?
If that was really the case… Shun could only say he would submit. On the road to changing fate, he had encountered the giant hand of Honkai and could not defeat it no matter how hard he tried.
"We'll listen to little Shun." Although it was strange for a nine-year-old child like Shun to inexplicably become the pillar of the family, whoever could earn money was the boss.
If you asked for the reason, Dalia would probably point at you and ask: "This TM nine-year-old?"
After lunch, Shun and Sirin came to the marketplace of this small town. Come to think of it, it was quite strange. Their family had never properly strolled around this city, yet they were about to leave.
"Little Shun, I want that. Buy it for me!" Sirin pointed at a roadside cart selling boiled corn and said.
Hearing Sirin's words, Shun was first startled. Sirin's shout just now had almost given him PTSD.
Consciousness mapping and "… buy it for me" and such—this was not something to joke about casually.
"Are you hungry?" Shun decisively paid, took the boiled corn from the vendor, and handed it to Sirin.
"A little. I feel like my appetite has gotten a lot bigger recently." Sirin took the corn and immediately started eating. Come to think of it, corn was practically a national food here. As for the reason…
A certain Suizong had something to say, but that person liked Pepsi the most. As for your corn juice, go stay where it's cool.
"Little Shun, I want that!" While gnawing on corn by the roadside, Sirin suddenly hugged Shun's arm and pointed at the display window of a nearby accessory shop.
"What is it?" Shun followed the direction of Sirin's finger and saw a purple feather-shaped hairpin. For some reason, it felt strangely familiar.
However, seeing the expectant expression on Sirin's face, Shun naturally wouldn't say anything about not buying it for her.
"Bought!" Shun the rich dog now had plenty of money.