Businessmen are always the world's most unprincipled, deceitful, shameless, and even moral bottom line special group.

In their eyes, everything, including life, has a clear or vague price.

As long as someone can afford to pay the price, they never mind selling out their country, their people, or their kind, and at every opportunity they will try to influence all spheres of politics, economics, and thought, turning everyone around them into a tool to make and make profits.

The so-called "socially responsible businessman" has never existed.

These people are either to create a good personal and corporate image, in order to win the goodwill of more potential customers, increase the market share of their products, and then achieve the purpose of making profits;

Either they are restricted by social rules and laws, and have to show a "benevolent" appearance, but in their bones they still want to break free from the shackles, buy power through money, and make themselves a special individual standing at the top of the pyramid.

Through the power of magic, the boy read the minds of dozens of valuable merchants in just one morning, and knew what was going on in the minds of these guys.

Among them, there are three or four daring bastards who actually try to play the trick of "white wolf with empty gloves".

Greedy!

Despicable!

Deceit!

In order to get a bigger share of the gems, they don't hesitate to beat each other's rivals, using the most vicious language to describe those who usually call them "friends".

Unfortunately, these actions did not mean anything to the boy at all.

He didn't care what the merchants had in private, and he didn't care who the gems would end up in the hands of whom, he just wanted to use the hands and mouths of the other party to spread the news of the treasure.

By noon, a third of the man-made gemstones had been exchanged for precious metals, or collateral such as estates, slaves, and estates.

Looking at the things piled up in the hall that were enough to make the outside world crazy, the boy couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head: "This is wealth?"

"In a way, yes. At least until the existing order in this world collapses, you can buy anything with them. The leader of the shapeshifters stepped out of the corner of the living room at some point, his eyes shining with sarcasm.

There is no doubt that these things are nothing in front of you when it comes to conquering the whole world.

"Hehe, you're right. Until the existing order collapses, these things, which are regarded as wealth, can still provide us with a lot of convenience. By the way, hasn't the Governor woken up yet?, did I take too much action last night?" the boy asked with interest, as he played with the mountain of precious metal currency.

After all, a long time has passed, and normally even an old man who is over the age of sixteen should wake up.

He had woken up, in the company of the beautiful lady, to remember what had happened last night. It is important to know that the effects of amnesia potions will always vary from person to person, some people will only forget things that were about a few minutes ago, while others will forget things that were a few hours or even days ago. The leader of the shapeshifters said this with an undisguised schadenfreude in his tone.

"What do you mean...... He's forgotten everything about the last few days?"

"No, no, that's worse! He forgot everything he had done and experienced in the past year. ”

......

"My dear, look at the furniture, the servants, and your beloved pets, can't you remember where you started?"

The Governor's Wife, disguised as a shapeshifter, asked with a concerned expression as she pointed to a dozen servants standing in front of the bed, including the butler.

Although he was pretty much certain that the Oblivion Potion had a one-in-a-million chance effect on this guy.

No way!

It is almost impossible to erase something as complex as memory with 100% accuracy.

Therefore, even a highly developed magical civilization can only narrow the error within a certain range at most.

But unfortunately, no matter how much it is reduced, an error is an error, and it will be encountered one day.

"Damn! My head hurts! I remember the butler Mance! But these servants, I can't remember. Parossa clutched her head, a pained expression on her face.

"Well, well, it seems that you really don't remember everything that happened in the last year. These servants, as well as the furniture and pets, were all bought by you months or even half a year ago, and only Mance was the butler who had been with us for many years. The shapeshifter gently soothed the Governor who was still under the influence of the potion.

If nothing else, his memories will be in chaos for the next few days, and until the effect of the potion is completely gone, it will return to normal little by little, and the lost part will never be recovered.

Thinking of this, the corners of the shapeshifter's mouth curled slightly, flashing a hint of playfulness that was not easy to detect, and turned to the butler who was kneeling on the ground and ordered, "You guys go down first, it's best not to disturb my husband in the last few days." He needs a quiet rest now, you know?"

"Rest assured, I will never let anyone near the bedroom, let alone disturb adults, except for delivering food. With that, Mance bent down and bowed deeply.

As the administrator of this sprawling mansion, he knew very well that if something happened to his master, Parossa, he would have to obey the orders of the lady.

In any case, the wife is legally the first heir to her husband's property, and it is the turn of the children to come next.

What's more, Parosa has not given birth to a single son or daughter so far.

Seeing the butler and the servants disappear into the corridor outside the bedroom, the shapeshifter immediately unloaded the care he had pretended to be, threw the muddy governor aside, and began to look at the magical items in the bedroom that emitted energy fluctuations.

He didn't notice at all that Parossa's eyes were for some reason, always staring at the bracer he was wearing on his arm, and frowning from time to time, as if he was contemplating something.

I don't know how long it took, maybe tens of minutes, maybe hours......

Anyway, when the shapeshifter left the bedroom, intending to discuss the next plan with a few other members of the same kind, two rays of light burst out of Parosa's pupils, and he muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "Bracers of Truth? Why should I take out the Bracers of Truth? The purpose of this magical item is to track down monsters that are good at hiding themselves through blood. ”