Lin Xi, a top forensic accountant, once traveled through time, became the reserve grain No. 734 Of the poorest mercenary group in another world.
Looking at this group of Gods of War who had incredible strength, but poor IQ, and even made graffiti on their account books, she suffered from an occupational disease!
"An arrow is reimbursed for three hundred gold? Is the arrow engraved with a God-killing curse?"
"Captain, your griffon's food cost is higher than that of the whole group. It eats dragon liver and phoenix marrow?!"
Since then, the painting style of "Blood Thorn", the poorest in Rock City, has changed dramatically. While others fought bloody battles, they counted the money; while others fought for territory, they started venture capital.
The whole continent thought they were going to starve to death, but they unexpectedly became the richest people!
Seeing that the empire was poaching, the taciturn leader of the God of War finally became anxious and protected her behind him: "No one can steal my accountant!"
Lin Xi flipped the abacus in her hand and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, you want to poach me? Ask me first about the liquidated damages, can you afford it?"
