The wind blowing from the direction of the plains slightly blew away some of the hot air, and the dense shade of the trees outside the city made it a good place to cool off, but not many people would go there for safety reasons.

Vannar is a very large city, the largest border city in the Alps of the Otiga Empire. However, it is also the messiest place Hathaway has ever seen.

The roads here are like a spider web that has been frantically stirred, and the streets that were once neat and orderly are now full of many inexplicable temporary buildings, and even huge tents have been erected in some places, and many streets are filled with some messy goods, and pedestrians have to detour.

In fact, in that Leonardo. In the eyes of the Count of Beirut, this huge, famous mountain town is simply a huge warehouse, and it is also a warehouse for groceries.

Taking a soft silk handkerchief from his pocket, the Earl wiped the sweat from his forehead. He felt as if he was immersed in water, and he felt very uncomfortable...... At this time, I was especially envious of the Count Bell.

However, what he was a little puzzled was why the incredible countess had to make such a big move when he wanted to solve the problem of refugees in a low-key manner.

What puzzled him even more was that it seemed to him that Hathaway had forgotten what she was here for. She indulged in the streets and alleys all day long, talking to those merchants and mercenaries, and even had a certain reputation in the city, and many people knew that there was a young female magician in the city.

Walk down the street to the end, through a half-open door. Bursts of melodious music, Leonardo. Beirut opened the door with a green emerald painted on it, and the inn called the 'Emerald Bird' was where they lived.

Like any inn in town, it's a restaurant for food and a bar for getting drunk. There is never a shortage of hunters with great appetites, drunkards with a few copper carats in their pockets, and merchants who can always be seen coming and going, and their pockets are always the fullest.

Leonardo. The Count of Beirut himself pretended to be a down-and-out nobleman, and there is no doubt about his excuse for coming here. I want to use what money I have. Make a good profit.

It also gave him a very good excuse to ask around for news about the underground races...... That's what Hathaway asked him to do, though he didn't know why.

Early this morning. And he left the inn. Go to the market. It is also a good place for merchants to solicit business and inquire about the market.

Having stayed there for a whole day, the Lord Count did not receive the slightest information. Every businessman he asked claimed that he had never heard of the underground race at all, and the last underground race activity was several years ago.

Walking into the inn, it was crowded with people, just like yesterday. The men were divided into two piles, one near the window, and their focus was either the wine glass in front of them, or the business they were negotiating at the moment.

Leaning against the counter, the Earl found an empty seat and sat down.

"Something?" The shopkeeper asked earnestly.

"Fill it up for me." Leonardo. The Count of Beirut said as he took out a delicate silver flask.

This flask is a gift from Hathaway, and it is engraved with magic patterns, which can make the wine warm in winter and cool in summer, and it is very comfortable and delicious to drink. However, what really intrigued the Earl was the exquisite carving on the side of the flask in the style of the Elves, a technique rarely seen in Heidelberg, the capital.

"You're not going well today?" The shopkeeper apparently saw Leonardo. Beirut's face looked a little stiff.

"Yes, I heard in Heidelberg that the underground races here are rampant, and even the Alpine kingdom has been wiped out, but here I don't hear anything about them......" Leonardo. Beirut complained.

The shopkeeper poured wine into the flask and listened to his complaints. Hand the flask to Leonardo. In Beirut, the shopkeeper did not continue the conversation or ask for money for drinks.

Gently buckled a silver carat on the table, Leonardo. Beirut took a sip of wine, it is not a famous good wine, and it has not been cellared for a long time, but the taste is not bad, under the effect of the magic pattern, a trace of coolness is immersed in the internal organs, very refreshing.

"It's not going well again?"

Hathaway's voice came from behind her, she carried a delicate black staff in her hand, wore a sky-blue magic robe, and her hair was casually draped behind her head, looking a little uninhibited.

Shrugging his shoulders, the favored retainer of His Majesty the Emperor showed a wry smile.

"Why are you so interested in the Underground Race?"

The shopkeeper suddenly asked, "Since you know that the mountains are not very peaceful, why do you want to come here at this time?" ”

Hearing such a question, Leonardo. Beirut was slightly stunned, he really didn't think about how to answer these questions. "To make money, of course, there are some other reasons." Hathaway next to her had already replied.

"Make money? To be honest, this gentleman doesn't look like he's trying to make money, and people who are bent on making money don't care as much about the underground race. If there was anyone in the three days who spent most of his time asking about the underground race, but was not interested in the business in the slightest, it would be suspicious. The shopkeeper glanced left and right and whispered.

"That's because we don't care about business at all, and I've heard that the attitude of the underground race towards surface humans is extremely unfriendly now, and that's what we care about the most." Hathaway replied bluntly.

Her answer surprised Leonardo. Beirut was taken aback, originally he had imagined that since it had aroused the suspicion of others, it was natural that this suspicion should be calmed as much as possible.

"Oh? Can you let me hear your thoughts, maybe I can help. The shopkeeper bent down and supported his arm on the top of the counter, asking with some curiosity.

Hathaway pretended to be towards Leonardo. Beirut took one look at it, and then pretended to think about it...... Of course, the latter can see that the usually unknown innkeeper actually has a matchmaking door.

Leonardo. Beirut suddenly realizes that it has made a mistake, similar to that of a hotel. Places like taverns, although not high-end places, are the most well-informed places, and I obviously ignore this.

No doubt the young countess already knew that the innkeeper had a special way, and that if she asked around, she would only arouse the suspicion of the locals.

Just thinking of this made the Earl admire Hathaway.

"Flour, wheat, bacon, that's what we're going to do, we're not interested in the market at all, anyway, for us, all we have to do is buy everything we can get.

"In addition to that, in other areas around us, as long as we have the goods we need, we have to buy them all." Hathaway said in an unusually calm tone.

"Oh? It's all a business with no profit. The shopkeeper was slightly stunned and said.

However, when he gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes immediately had a look of sudden realization: "You plan to bet on this year's harvest?" ”

The shopkeeper said cautiously: "I'm afraid this will disappoint you, the Ordga Empire may be short of other supplies, but there is definitely not a small amount of grain stored in the warehouse." ”

This year's weather is hotter than usual, and there is an extremely severe drought in many places, but it is normal for the shopkeepers to treat them as speculators.

"We know better than you how much grain is in the Empire's warehouses. However, in the current situation facing the empire, do you think it will do large-scale grain release? Hathaway said in an unusually cold tone.

"If too many people don't have enough to eat, there is a risk of rebellion." The shopkeeper said disapprovingly.

"If you can buy food, no one will take risks. And that's not the people we're targeting. Hathaway's tone was still as cold as it was.

This time, the shopkeeper was not as tough as he had just been, he frowned and nodded, this time he understood what Hathaway meant: "I finally understand what you want now." If you're going to sell in the Dark Realms, those underground races are indeed the things you need to worry about the most, and these guys have always turned their backs on people. ”

"What we don't know for sure, we certainly won't do. We're going to the Dark Regions, but business is just a front, those underground races have been restless in recent years, and the Alpine Kingdom is just a signal, we need to know what they're going to do next......" Hathaway lowered her voice mysteriously.

This time, the shopkeeper's eyes widened as he looked at Hathaway and Leonardo. Beirut, his face was full of surprise. Glancing around, he beckoned the hotel's foreman and asked him to take over the management of the inn, while he followed Hathaway and the others to find another place to talk.

Hathaway and Leonardo. Beirut rented two of the best suites in the hotel, while the others stayed in another hotel. In addition to a bedroom, there is a small living room, and at this moment, the three of them are sitting in the living room of Hathaway's room. (To be continued......)