These days, there are many visitors.

The boatswain, who also manages the neighborhood, except for the most famous [Buck], has basically taken the time to visit Duheng and teach him some experience in fishing for oil and water.

Reorganize the business of the store, come by yourself if you have a brain, and rent it out if you are troublesome.

Adam chose the largest house and vacated the poorly run cargo station and built it into a place to receive guests and handle chores.

【Tax Office LV.1】

[From the inside out, there are so many things that can be improved. 】

The building is airy on all sides, with threaded columns and plum-stained stone bricks as the main body, and some new furniture and flowerpot decorations that will make the villain feel fresh.

As the time comes to midday, the sunlight will naturally pour in.

The wounded left the corridor next to the door and walked to the back of the Tax Office, where there was a hidden [Medical Hall LV1], managed by the [Hooded Doctor] and his apprentice.

"These lads are left to you, it doesn't matter if you suffer a little, please make sure they can still earn money and be happy."

The old man is a retired sailor.

When he went to sea in his early years, his body was covered with muscles and scars, but the sea breeze and dirty poisonous water ruined his internal organs, so he could only survive on the coastline, relying on learning medicinal herbs to save himself.

Time passed, the captain of the bay changed, and he lost his proudest capital - time.

He owns a dilapidated house on Lion Candle Street, two apprentices who don't talk much, and don't have a sense of existence.

Other than that, there is only the medical skills that can cure the sick and save people, so that the villains and poor ghosts can rely on it.

"I know the rules, Lion Candle Street is yours, and even the population, including me, is your private property. Don't worry, I'll clean them up. ”

The old man crouched on the ground, his left foot stepping on a crawler that was still struggling.

【Turtle with foam】

It has short tentacles, a black shell like a pot lid, and articulated feet that make a squirming sound of longing to escape.

"No, no problem, right?"

The wounded laborer trembled when he spoke.

Its purple-black left arm is being fiddled with by the doctor, and the muscles and stubble of Bai Sensen are all eye-catching.

He looked at the strange beetle with unease.

The old man was not comforted, and as a rule, he would not even answer any questions as long as he did not cry deafeningly.

The doctor twisted a dark hook out of his wizened fingers, dipped it in the mucus in the medicine jar, and then quickly hooked a membrane from under the reptile.

He applied a layer of paste, and soon after applying it to the surface of the wound, a blue flame was rising, and after it disappeared, there were still droplets of oil.

"Ah, the god of the sea blesses, no, I can't control my hands, ah, it hurts so much!"

"Quiet, not so long ago, you didn't feel anything."

The old man had only reached Adam's chest when he had stood upright, and the rickets had changed their bones, and would eventually be buried in the earth in this position, or thrown into the ocean.

"It's amazing."

"I look at it in terrible pain, damn it."

The new wounded looked desperate, but had to expose their wounds to the old man, hoping not to be burned or use strange bugs.

Adam nodded, turned and left.

The wounded and the doctor, as well as the two innocent-eyed apprentices, unconsciously watched his back disappear.

When the administrator takes office, he gets a sum of money, which is Leslie's "public expense" for him to rebuild the neighborhood, but many people assume that this is a commission and is private property.

Adam is clearly not that type.

He widened the streets, set up tax offices and medical clinics, repaired dilapidated and abandoned shops, erected various frameworks within the Lion Candle Street, and filled them with jobs and people through recruitment and immigration.

The development of the coastline is inseparable from those who can plan.

But just after the tide of death, the butchers and villains are in control of the upper echelons, and the captain is still in the late stages of the battle, so he can't spare time to sift through the discerning planners.

Adam managed Lion Candle Street and did not start with exploitation and prestige.

Before anyone could react, the residents noticed that the night had become quieter, and there was no need to wash the blood at the door every day, and there were more and more shops to clean up.

Food, work, medical care, request to meet the manager.

This clarity and convenience is a privilege that belongs to other prosperous locations, and it is also the prototype of a wealthy city, and anyone can feel the long-term nature of those decisions.

Adam turned and returned to the tax office.

Laurie waited in the antechamber, calming a few well-dressed vendors at the table.

"Don't look at the rough appearance of the building, but Mr. Duheng is probably the first person in Leslie's jurisdiction to have a serious office quarters, other than the captain."

"Oh, I'll just say, what a beautiful wind, he's not here."

"Greetings, Lord Duchen."

Adam raised his hand and smiled in response.

He and Laurie looked at each other, and beckoned a few of them upstairs to talk about business in a sunny room with a wide view.

Planning comes at a cost.

It's a huge waterwheel, and you have to invest a lot of money in it over a fixed period of time to get it moving.

There are vacant shops on Lion Candle Street, which is the main source of funding.

The people sitting opposite were very loose-handed, running their own business, and they were the first merchants in the bay of mocking skull.

The people who lived along the coastline, known as "Likabumbu", were an ancient script handed down by the meadow tribes, synonymous with the middle class in the declining empire.

Do you want to know how the bay is developing?

Just wait at the back door of the best restaurant, then kidnap and kill a certain 'Likabumbu' and count the number of jewels on him.

Newly lacquered wood, fine fragrance.

"What a taste, Mr. Duchen, I can already think of what to bring for my next visit."

A few thick-bearded vendors chimed in, stirring up the atmosphere.

Then, with the person in charge of intelligence in charge, he made overtures to Duheng and, with the right amount of pressure, rolled out a finely patterned gift box and served the tea cans wrapped in odorless withered grass.

"We have heard that you are from Taiganda, and that Arnold is a vassal lord of King Goth Langar."

"This, but it is a good tea that can only be enjoyed by Anton Weisen nobles, it is dipped in alchemy, and it seems that there is a secret recipe in the royal library, which is most suitable for the big people who work hard."

They had investigated Duchen, and they had put on their attitude, and it was time to claim the privilege.

The most valuable treasure of Lion Candle Street is those idle shops, which are used to handle goods on land and sea, and the more you can get, the more you can eat, and the more golden crows you can convert.

As a caretaker, he had to pay taxes to the captain, and the shopkeepers had to pay rent to Duchen.

The difference in this is the crux of today's meeting.

At least, it was.

Adam looked at the cooperating negotiators in front of him, as if he were observing his prey, tasting the undertaking of each of their key links, as well as the business ability displayed in the conversation.

All the designs of the other party are aimed at the "Duheng" in the intelligence.

But......

"Who do you think you're talking to?"

Adam shook his head with a smile, leaving several middle-aged people dumbfounded.

"Take it easy, I'm just saving some time."

Boom!

Two brawny men pushed the door open, placed the crate on the table, and withdrew respectfully and carefully.

The trader, who could speak the most just now, instantly shut his mouth.

He knew those two men, both of whom were the most notorious villains in the vicinity of his property.

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