In the Norman restaurant on Golden Rose Street, Joyce looked at the hearty breakfast in front of her and took a deep breath.

A bowl of mixed vegetables, two grilled sausages, slices of bread with warm milk.

The baconed slices with eggs look good and make Joyce feel a bit like sizzling bacon.

"It's a little more expensive than Miner's Street. ”

The last silver was opened, and Joyce counted the thirteen bronze burnes he had recovered.

If this continues, Joyce's remaining money will be enough for another meal or two.

After taking a deep breath, Joyce's expression grew resolute, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

Old Rupert is dead, no matter how sad he is, it is useless, the living have to continue to live, at this time, Joyce's psychological reconstruction is more dependent on Ye Chen's perseverance and patience as a medicine picker.

"It took seven copper buruns to replenish nutrition, and if I vomit again, I will eat it back. Joyce chuckled and began to attack the food.

"The deed is still there, and Elena's and I are also on the family register, so we have to sell it as soon as possible while the cabin is still alive. Joyce didn't want or dare to go back to the cabin on Miner's Street.

It was still raining outside, and Joyce ate all the food on the table before leaving the Norman restaurant.

Back at the Traveler's Bar, which is on Golden Rose Street with the restaurant, it's still quiet except for the doorbell.

"Good morning, Mr. Joyce. ”

The skinny girl waitress was sober, and there was an extra person at the bar.

"It's raining outside, so it's time to rest, am I bothering you by going out and coming in?" Joyce smiled apologetically as she came to the bar.

"No, I'm ready to call it a day, Loren Marianne works at the bar during the day. The thin girl with brown hair quickly shook her head, and smiled lightly to introduce the freckled girl beside Joyce.

"I didn't have time to meet you yesterday, I'm sorry. Joyce nodded kindly to the freckled girl in the cloth, and then asked the thin girl.

"Nellie Novia, Loren and I are only in charge of the bar, and if there is any entrustment, I will go upstairs to inform you. The skinny girl seemed to have been explained in advance, and introduced Joyce.

"I heard that there is a free working meal every day, do you want to receive it from you?" said Joyce, looking embarrassed.

Although the two waitresses are not very pretty, Joyce, as a man, also has to be face-saving.

"The bar is open for dining, there is no shortage of food, but the people in the back kitchen come in the morning. Seeing Joyce's embarrassment, the freckled girl expressed her kindness at the meeting.

"Thank you. ”

Joyce felt that she was not a beauty, and that she might be kinder, at least the two waitresses in front of her were fine.

Without bothering Nelly and Loren too much, Joyce walked to the side of the wall and observed the bounty orders on it.

The bounty of oil paint printing is not ridiculously high, but most of them are also denominated in gold luo, usually between hardware and ten gold luo.

Looking at the evil appearance of a few of the bounty criminals, Joyce grinned, although he had a gun, and he also had a weak sense of the legal system, but when it came to murder, or fighting the most vicious criminals, he always felt that he was not enough.

In the past, when Ye Chen was collecting medicine in the mountains, he only used an earth shotgun to shoot wild beasts.

"These two waitresses at the bar see all kinds of people every day. Joyce thought that the two waitresses should be well-informed, and might be able to help in selling the cabin.

Back on the second floor of the bar, Joyce finally didn't bother the two waitresses.

"Not Angela Donna. ”

Seeing a white-haired girl sitting at the reception table, Joyce guessed that the other party was a receptionist on the day shift.

The girl looks like she is seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a loose striped dress, with a plump figure, fair skin, soft long white hair draped over her shoulders, and a goose egg face with delicate facial features, with a natural sense of beauty.

"Mr. Joyce, I'm Teresa Bella. The white-haired girl took the initiative to get up and stretched out her hand.

"I don't know if Mr. Brairy Bolton is here or not, but I may have to learn from him about identification and marking in the near future. Joyce shook half of the white-haired girl's hand, which was a touch.

"Mr. Bolton will come about ten o'clock in the morning, and it's still early. The white-haired girl said softly to Joyce.

Joyce, who has the soul of a time-traveler, hopes to know some current events and situations in this world, and he wants to buy a newspaper in the morning, but when he thinks that there may be a bar, and that he is doing work related to identification and grading, there must be an opportunity to broaden the breadth of knowledge and learn.

"What's the matter?"

Bodrian Arthur, a slightly chubby middle-aged man sitting in the office, saw Joyce showing his head and seemed to want to say why are you back again.

"Mr. Arthur, I wish to sell the house on Miner's Street. Joyce entered the office and pulled the rolled deed from the inside pocket of his jacket.

"When it comes to selling a house, I think you should go to a rental and conveyancing office. The corners of the slightly chubby middle-aged man's mouth twitched slightly.

"I have no money, and I don't dare to go back to live in Miners' Street, if I can't sell my house as soon as possible, I'm afraid that my life will be difficult to secure. Joyce looked like he was having trouble finding an organization.

"Are you trying to sell the Miner Street house to the Traveler's Bar?" said the slightly chubby middle-aged man with a surprised face, as if he was re-examining Joyce.

"With a strong military background, there will be no problem in taking over a small cabin. Joyce nodded thoughtfully, looking at the other with a look of anticipation.

Joyce didn't mention the Traveler's Bar, but spoke about the military, like a correction to Bodrian Arthur.

"It's not going to work, it's not going to be a good idea, and you can't stay at the Traveler's Bar for long. The slightly chubby middle-aged man clicked his lips and didn't fit Joyce's appeal.

However, Joyce, who failed to meet his expectations, stood in the office and did not leave, even if the atmosphere became extremely awkward, he did not let him back down.

The sound of paper in the silence of the office was clearly audible, and the slightly chubby middle-aged man looked at Joyce's serious expression, and then looked at the deed on the table, as if he was suffocated.

"Teressa, come in for a moment. ”

After a long while, the slightly chubby middle-aged man finally summoned out of the office.

"Produce a deed of assignment and buy this property in the name of the bar, twenty dollars, no more. After the white-haired girl came in, the slightly chubby middle-aged man asked her to take the deed.

"Mr. Bodean Arthur, in the city of Rensu, the house is a symbol of the middle class, as a military worker, I think it is a little unreasonable for the military to take advantage of me, this house is very good, and there is a land use permit, the deed is stamped by the city of Rensu, how can it be worth forty gold lo, I need this money to find a suitable place to live. Joyce was righteously fighting for his own interests.

"Call me the director in the future, and I hope you don't come up with any more deeds, this kind of thing will make me very embarrassed. The slightly chubby middle-aged man's face stiffened, and finally reminded Joyce.

"Director, if I can, I'd like to use a carriage to move the contents of the hut. "Joyce didn't give up on taking advantage of the public, he just regarded the military intelligence department as a big business.

"Get out of here and find a place to stay as soon as possible. ”

The slightly chubby middle-aged man waved his hand, showing disdain for Joyce in this regard.

"Joyce, I didn't expect you to be so bold!"

Seeing the door of the slightly fat middle-aged man's office being closed, the white-haired girl whispered to Joyce.

"I can't help it, I can't eat if I hold it anymore!" Joyce sighed silently in his heart, and didn't say anything.

"The deed has Elena Rupert's name on it, and she has to agree to sign it before the property can be transferred. Before the white-haired girl left the contract, she reminded Joyce with a little embarrassment.

"It's okay, Elena is my sister, it's just that she is an apprentice of the Divine Servant in the Church of the Goddess of Life, and it is a little inconvenient to find her now, and Mr. Bodean Arthur also knows about this situation, just find her to make up for it another day. Joyce said with a pretended smile.

I don't know if I want to make it easier for Joyce, or if I want to ask Bodan Arthur to sign, the white-haired girl didn't say anything more, and went to the contract room to quickly finalize the property transfer deed.

"Is there any house between Golden Rose Street and Minute Street where you can live relatively comfortably?" asked Joyce, signing the deed of assignment and handprinting it, to the white-haired girl.

"First Avenue in Burjohn District, relatively close to Golden Rose Street, where the rent of the bungalow is good, about 16 gold luo a year, the people who live in the first avenue are really middle class, if necessary, I can introduce you to a safe house middleman. The white-haired girl Teresa's statement made Joyce speechless.

Selling a property on Miner's Street, after cheeky bargaining, was only forty gold luo, not enough to rent a three-year house on First Avenue.

Teresa signed for Bodean Arthur and took Joyce to the underground treasury.

Unlike the arsenal, which was underground on the left-hand side at the end of the back road, Mrs. Sansey, who managed the finances and accounts, was a good talker, and when she learned that Joyce was a newcomer to her family, and saw the signature and seal of Bodan Arthur on the deed of assignment, she paid the money very quickly.

To Joyce's surprise, the middleman introduced by Teresa was Loren Marianne, the bar's day waitress.

"Whether it is a formal or informal member, the salary is mostly fixed, and the fluctuation is not large, without affecting the normal work, receiving some private work to subsidize the income, is not considered to break the so-called rules of the director, after all, everyone is doing well, and it is also related to the dignity of the military intelligence department of Lunsu City. Teresa whispered with a little deep meaning.

It seems that the interests of the people in the military intelligence department of Lunsu City are far from being as simple as the monthly salary, and there are also interest circles here, and I may be able to see slowly that whether or not they can really enter the circle depends on their own efforts. Joyce silently assessed.