Looking directly at Morey's dark pupils, Seraphim knew that there was no way to avoid it, and thought again: it might be good if it could be solved with money. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"How much does your master want—" he asked quietly.

"Not how much my master wants, dear sir—" Morey stated in his strange tone, "it is the money you owe to Mr. Malten, and we only want you to return it." ”

Then, seeing that Seraphim did not speak, waiting quietly, Morey smiled and said, "Two thousand golden roses, sir, this is what you owe to Marten, isn't it?"

"Impossible!" Seraphim jerked back, his movements so sudden that he frightened the kobold Ketuma who followed Morey's side. I couldn't help but touch my hand to the hilt of the sword behind my back.

"I can't take it, and I can't give you so much money!" Seraphim's face turned pale, and his angry body was almost unsteady.

But soon he took a deep breath, raised his right hand and gestured five fingers, and told Morey stiffly:

"Five hundred—I'll give you five hundred golden roses at most. Seeing that Morey didn't speak and looked at himself calmly, Seraphim was anxious, and his face turned hideous:

"That's a lot of money -- I can't take it out any more, so I advise you to take it when you see it, and don't be too greedy. ”

He looked like a goose with his neck in protest, perhaps Morey and Ketuma, the old and the young, looked completely deterrent, and the mustachioed merchant did not seem afraid.

Ketuma sighed and reached for the knight's rapier behind his back, but was held down by an old and thin hand, which looked up strangely and saw that it was Morey.

"In that case, we'll have to come back tomorrow. Morey seemed completely confused, bowed politely, and then, without retorting from Ketuma, he led him slowly out of the mansion into the street.

The sunlight was slightly dazzling, and the kobold was a little uncomfortable in the bright sunlight in the morning, so he squinted his little eyes and asked the old man puzzled:

"Mr. Morey, why don't you let Ketuma teach him a lesson—then maybe Master Thor will get the money. ”

Morey led the kobold slowly to the street opposite Seraphim's house, turned around and silently looked at the two-story building that seemed quite deserted at the moment, and replied softly:

"This is not the lower zone, there will be guards patrolling the central zone - not to mention that it is such a broad daylight, and he will only cause trouble for Lord Thor just now. ”

The kobold stretched out his little paws and scratched his ears, knowing that Morey was right, and that he was able to speak, and there was a team of guards in cloaks, armed with short sticks and leather boots, walking in line through the street.

Although the kobold boasted that it would not be difficult to defeat this small group of guards with its swordsmanship, it did know what forces stood behind them.

"What then, isn't what Lord Thor is going to mess up with Quetuma?" the little kobold looked so sad that he almost didn't make Morey laugh.

The old man pinched the yellow beard on his chin, narrowed his eyes into a thin line, stared at Seraphim's house for a long time, and said to Ketuma in a cold voice:

"Don't worry, we'll find a tavern to stay in later—you go to his house tonight, kill all the horses he was driving, and send them to his son's house." ”

The kobold's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he shouted excitedly, "Great, so you can help Lord Thor get money, right?"

Morey looked at Ketuma with great amusement, he obviously didn't understand what Morey meant, but he knew that it would be enough for Seraphim to obediently hand over the money to Master Thor.

Then Ketuma asked with some confusion:

"But we didn't see his son at his house?"

Morey patiently explained, "Marten said that Seraphim had a thirteen-year-old son who studied at Worms Academy, so we didn't meet. ”

Ketuma nodded understandingly, it lived in the sewers and had never heard of a place like Worms Academy, probably only popular in high society.

"But you have to be careful not to be discovered. ”

The kobold bent his short and strong arms slightly, took a strong posture, and said confidently: "Don't worry, leave it to Ketuma, I promise that no one will find out!"

The two then quietly left the alley and began to look for a tavern nearby.

At this time, Thor was not idle, and he came to the market of Platinum Harbor, which was probably the most prosperous port in all of Wotan.

In this huge harbor surrounded by mountains, a large complex of buildings is formed that is no less than the upper, middle, lower and third districts of Worms.

In addition to the endless wharves and docks along the coast, each ship at anchorage at sea seems to be a separate building, and the small boats that shuttle between them are horse-drawn carriages, flowing between the gaps of the major merchant ships.

Merchants liked to store their goods nearby, which could save a lot of money and labor in carrying them, so they built large storage warehouses on the side of the wharf, next to the small buildings where the Platinum Harbour officials appointed by the town hall worked.

And a little beyond these warehouses, it is probably the liveliest place in the whole of Platinum Port, that is, the market.

Fishermen from the Pearl Islands always load their catch of the day and other seafood on their fishing boats and bring them to Worms to sell nearby.

As a result, a unique seafood market was formed in Platinum Harbor, where many nobles and wealthy merchants who lived in the central district often sent their servants to buy fresh fish.

Later, many vendors selling vegetables and fruits also moved their stalls to the market, making the flow of people more dense, and then people opened taverns, inns, and even courtyards on both sides of the road, which also made it the most prosperous place in the whole of Worms.

Thor was sitting in the corner of a tavern, listening to the noise of shouting, laughing, and even the singing of bards, and tasting the mellow barley wine in brass glasses on the wooden round table, which according to the proprietor was made by the dwarves of Oran.

Of course, the owner of every tavern in Worms will say that his wine is better than that made by the dwarves, but this may not always be true.

Malten went to the port to discuss the sale of grain and meat, the quantity and price of the demand had already been negotiated, and this kind of matter was left to the experienced merchants, and Thor had nothing to worry about.

Just wait for the discussion to be settled, come back and report to Saul, and then let Ingvar immediately bring people to load the goods and transport the food back to the cliff corner, the loading capacity of the "Devalen Girl" is only about a hundred tons, otherwise Saul can transport back several months of grain at a time, and the money in his hand is enough to buy so much.

Just as he was thinking about things and lazy in the corner, someone sat down beside him, and then a calm voice sounded:

"Sir, would you like to hear the story of Hector, the knight of the Holy Songs?"

Thor knew that this was the most common bard in the tavern.