Sadly, Fang Senyan’s pockets were empty—not even a single Muggle pound, let alone a Galleon. He was poorer than a church mouse, lacking the funds not only for the mission requirements but even for bribing the two guards at the entrance!

As Fang Senyan wandered near Diagon Alley, he suddenly spotted a Goblin across the street. This Goblin inadvertently noticed Fang Senyan, its eyes immediately widening to the size of saucers, revealing an expression of boundless ecstasy. It pointed directly at him and shrieked:

“He’s here!”

The look was one of surprise and fervor, precisely like a husband spotting his wife with another man. The Goblin immediately burst into a high-pitched laugh and lunged forward, clamping onto Fang Senyan’s leg and desperately dragging him toward Gringotts Wizarding Bank. Fang Senyan, initially stunned, snapped back to reality, a layer of goosebumps rising on his spine. He struggled violently against the Goblin:

“Hey, hey, hey! I have absolutely zero interest in any kind of ‘super-friendly’ relationship between males, and I certainly won't develop romantic feelings for any non-human species, sir… Please have some self-respect. Mum, get off!”

Fang Senyan was kicking and clawing, exerting every ounce of strength to break free from the Goblin, but the creature clung to him like stubborn toffee. While they were struggling, several more Goblins came running from a distance, and these newcomers also gleefully pounced upon Fang Senyan. He immediately closed his eyes in despair, sighing inwardly, wondering if he had somehow attracted the attention of the ‘Mountain Association’ lurking near the Goblins.

After a moment, a panting Goblin came running up the pavement. It wore a green tailcoat, a red bow tie, and sported two distinctively curled whiskers, suggesting a certain status. Upon seeing Fang Senyan, it walked over cheerfully:

“Hey there, my friend, how are you?”

Fang Senyan managed a wry smile and shook his head:

“Not good at all, Mr. Infinite. To be honest, I’m completely overwhelmed by your kinsmen.”

Mr. Infinite burst out laughing:

“Oh, is that so? I urgently needed to find you, so I offered a hefty sum to hire them to track down your location. These clever fellows certainly didn't disappoint my expectations. Of course, I sincerely apologize for the trouble I caused you… although I must formally state that this apology is strictly verbal.” Saying this, Mr. Infinite pulled out a shriveled money pouch. The Goblins surrounding Fang Senyan immediately converged, and the group began a fierce argument over the thickness and purity of the coins. Finally, each Goblin took one copper Sickle and left satisfied. Fang Senyan watched the farce unfold, utterly speechless, then shrugged:

“Mr. Infinite, what did you need me for?”

Mr. Infinite beamed:

“You must have returned home recently.”

Fang Senyan looked stunned:

“What?”

Mr. Infinite sighed contentedly:

“I sense that the curse entangled around me has been lifted, and you must be the one to have done it! Well done, my friend. So, I insist on treating you to a simple meal—truly, just a simple meal. Please, do not decline. Let’s go.”

Fang Senyan had initially considered asking Mr. Infinite, the manager of Gringotts, to simply cash out the value of the meal. However, considering that extorting money from Goblins might be no less difficult than robbing Gringotts outright, he wisely abandoned the futile idea.

After following Mr. Infinite to his residence, Fang Senyan immediately realized this would indeed be a very simple meal. Because as everyone settled down, Mr. Infinite struggled to carry a piece of coarse black bread, as large as himself, out of the kitchen. This giant loaf was as hard as a stone. The Gringotts manager then took a dinner knife and cut a palm-sized chunk onto each person’s plate, announcing cheerfully:

“Let’s dig in.”

Although Fang Senyan hadn't held high expectations for the meal, even he couldn't help but let out a deep sigh at this sight.

But just then, there was a knock at the door. Mr. Infinite rushed anxiously to open it, only to find a scrawny old Goblin standing there. This creature had dark skin, deep wrinkles, and shifty, darting eyes. As soon as he arrived, he grabbed Mr. Infinite’s hand and cackled:

“Hi there, my friend. I’m David, your neighbor.”

Mr. Infinite’s eyes glazed over slightly:

“Uh, David… what is it? We are just eating.”

David chirped happily:

“That’s wonderful, you’re having dinner, are you? After eating last night, I happened to have some leftover salt, so today I thought I’d come borrow some roasted meat.”

Fang Senyan was instantly rendered speechless… There were actually people this audacious? Daring to come freeloading off Mr. Infinite, a descendant of Goblin royalty and a manager at Gringotts? To his surprise, Mr. Infinite swallowed hard, seemingly undergoing an internal battle of tremendous difficulty:

“I truly don’t have any roasted meat here. However, there’s still a bit of bread left—damn it, truly only a little!”

David was already shaking off Mr. Infinite’s hand and walking inside:

“Although black bread isn’t one of my favorite foods, thanks to Mr. Infinite’s generous invitation, I’ll reluctantly have some.”

Hearing the old Goblin David speak this way, Mr. Infinite’s face looked as though he desperately wanted to slap himself twice. But David, already acting familiar, walked up to the dinner table and began banging an empty plate loudly. Helpless, Mr. Infinite once again hoisted the enormous loaf of black bread—which was supposed to last his entire family for a week—and walked out, painstakingly and painfully slicing off half a piece for David… David casually pushed the plate holding the half-slice of black bread back toward Mr. Infinite and, reaching over, placed the giant loaf Mr. Infinite was carrying in front of himself:

“Thank you for your generosity, my friend. Though this black bread doesn't taste great, it’s certainly enough to fill the stomach.”

Mr. Infinite was trembling violently, a glob of phlegm catching loudly in his throat, yet he couldn't utter a single word. Given that he had a history of sudden fainting spells, Fang Senyan kindly moved to support him, wanting to prevent him from collapsing and injuring himself, which might lead to him being blamed. Meanwhile, the Goblin David began devouring the bread like a starving spirit, finishing the entire week’s supply for Mr. Infinite’s family in a mere ten minutes. Patting his bony stomach, revealing his protruding ribs, he declared with satisfaction:

“It’s been so long since I tasted the flavor of food. Hmm, this flavor of wheat is so pure.”

Although the old Goblin was incredibly slimy, Fang Senyan felt a strange, immediate kinship with him for some reason. He couldn't help but sit down next to the old Goblin and said slyly:

“What’s so good about bread? How about I take you out for steak?”

To his surprise, the Goblin instantly recoiled, crossing his arms defensively over his chest:

“What are you trying to do?”

Fang Senyan felt his vision darken, utterly lost for words:

“Fine, fine, I just wanted to treat you to a meal.”

“A meal?” the old Goblin questioned, suspicious and guarded:

“You don’t even know me, so why invite me to eat?”

Fang Senyan covered his forehead with his hand:

“Alright, alright, just forget I said anything, okay?”

The old Goblin grew even more agitated, spitting as he raved:

“Since you brought it up, how could you let me forget it! If you didn’t want to do anything, why invite me to eat? If you wanted to invite me to eat, why did you make me eat black bread?”

Fang Senyan was stunned into silence by the barrage of rapid-fire questions, then weakly raised his hands: “Do you want me to treat you to a meal or not?”

David’s mouth fell open as if he had heard the most unbelievable proposition:

“As a Goblin, how could I possibly refuse an opportunity for someone else to treat me? We’re going right now, immediately!”

Fang Senyan was left utterly speechless:

“Let’s go.”

Shortly after the two of them left, Mr. Infinite suddenly shook his head in confusion:

“Blast it, Lissa, I thought a neighbor just visited, but wait—do we even have neighbors???”

His wife looked startled:

“Didn't you purchase all the land within a one-kilometer radius? Our last neighbor, Old Eli, was driven out seventeen years ago. I can confirm, no one visited just now. Are you hallucinating?”

“Alright, alright. The banking business has been incredibly demanding lately; my poor fingers were smashed while moving a safe. Luckily, not much blood was lost, but what’s more tragic is that I didn’t receive any accident compensation… Just for that, I deserve a raise of four shillings a week. Good heavens, someone must have been sneaking food; there are only a few crumbs left of the black bread I baked yesterday…”

Fang Senyan led the old Goblin David out onto the pavement near Diagon Alley. The old fellow greedily inhaled the outside air, then comfortably stretched his hands out to sunbathe, occasionally twisting his neck—resembling nothing so much as an old, yellow-whiskered rat emerging from its hole. A ridiculous thought suddenly struck Fang Senyan, and he couldn't help but ask:

“That… Mr. David, by any chance, does your name have four syllables at the end?”

The old Goblin immediately cracked a grin, looking delighted:

“How did you know?”

Fang Senyan stared wordlessly at his yellowed teeth and upturned whiskers, the Goblin’s smug voice echoing in his ears:

“Yes, my friend, please address me as Mr. David Beckham!”