Ten copper coins a day. After paying for food, he still had to save up to repair the roof of the dilapidated house left behind by this body's “parents.”
Images from the past half-month flashed through his mind: the head servant docking his meals, the other servants pushing him aside and stealing his work, lying awake hungry late at night, staring blankly at a drafty corner of the wall.
This body was too weak, so weak he didn't even have the courage to fight back.
The training ground was just ahead.
A dozen or so reserve players in neat cuju uniforms were practicing their shots.
The ball struck the specially made goal frame with a clear, crisp sound, accompanied by occasional cheers.
