In the middle of the night, the little inn was so dark that there was not a single thing that could emit light even before this building—

The entrance to the hotel was a narrow corridor less than three meters wide, allowing only two people to enter and exit at the same time, and when they arrived, several women with heavy makeup came out of the rooms inside the hotel, led by a brown-haired, slightly obese woman, who seemed to be in front of Gross when she saw it, but when she and her companions behind her saw the beautiful Miss Mage, they turned their heads in shame.

"Your Excellency, even if you know a little more stuff, it would be very inappropriate to come here like this."

Gross's answer made the old man stunned for a moment, and he immediately put down the rag in his hand, and said coldly with his hands on the counter—his originally red nose seemed to be even redder when he said this, like a fresh cherry. Gross looked at the old man and suddenly smiled.

Obviously, the old man's answer had acquiesced in his statement.

Gross pulled out a stack of title deeds, spread out his palms, and pressed them casually against the counter - a faint glint flashed in the old man's eyes, he glanced at the contents of the title deeds, and then looked at the young man across the counter.

An ordinary-looking young man.

It's just that he didn't have the slightest contempt for it, because as early as a few days ago, there was a little guy who lived here who unexpectedly won the championship of the New Year's Festival Challenge-

This made him more determined to do things for a long time: before figuring out the details of the other party, the elder Harrison will never underestimate anyone.

"I need a few minutes."

The old man took out a pair of one-sided tortoiseshell glasses from the drawer, then took the stack of title deeds from Gross's hand, and read them carefully—after less than half a minute, he lifted his head.

"This is a title deed that belongs to Sandro."

"That's right."

"Let me think, did you kill Sandro?"

The old man asked. Although there was no blood on the paper of the title deed, the smell of blood on the Gross was enough to say something.

"Yes, worthy of Mr. Harrison, who is known for his shrewdness."

"Hehe, what an interesting boy."

The old man flipped through a few pages at random, then pushed the title deeds back into Gross's hand, "However, I can only give a very regrettable answer. I don't know who you are, and besides, Golden Crow has never had a practice of acquiring real estate such as title deeds. ”

"However, the 'Golden Crow' will never refuse every Rael's profit, right?"

Old Harrison's answer did not surprise Gross, based on his memories in the game in his previous life, he knew that although the 'Golden Crow' was a well-known black marketeer organization among the player community, most of the time, they still maintained many merchant habits, such as caution.

"I have the impression that you and Lady Emily are on close terms. Therefore, you can sell these title deeds through the lady, or you can refer me to meet with the lady. Of course, I am more than willing to pay a commission for the latter option. ”

Gross's gaze fell on the old man's face through the orange glow of the oil lamp, and he saw the old man's eyelids jump—the old Harrison of the 'Golden Crow' seemed to be groaning, and his gaze met Gross's, and then landed on an oil lamp next to the counter.

In the metal lamp case with a line of text engraved on the base, the lamp oil reflected the flames, and the orange-red light was emanating from the old man's lead-gray pupils.

"It seems that Your Excellency has come prepared."

He said, his voice flat.

"That's true."

That's Gross's answer.

"Come with me, then."

There was silence at the counter for less than ten seconds, the old man's gaze moved back to the title deed, he nodded, and finally spoke to Gross—he walked towards the interior of the hotel, Gross followed him, and the figures of the two disappeared into the dimly lit corridor.

……

"Five properties and seven shops on Lilac Street, two properties and three shops on Magnolia Street, and ...... A total of seven thousand four hundred and eight raels. ”

Old Harrison and Gross entered a room at the end of the corridor, and the old man lit the wall lamp hanging on the wall, and he came to a desk, picked up a quill and began to draw on the paper, and after a few moments, he looked up at Gross and said—

The figure was undoubtedly unsatisfactory, and Gross couldn't help but frown.

"I remember that the land price of Boomer's houses is about 60 reels per square meter at the moment, and the shops are even higher, and Lilac Street and Magnolia Street are the most prosperous areas in the city."

"You're right, young man."

"Well, it seems that the price is less than half of the actual value."

"It costs us a lot to sell these titles."

In response to Gross's questioning, the old man helped the frame at the corner of his eyes and replied calmly.

"But the cost is a little too high."

Gross knows that you can't give in easily to these black marketeers, and even though they are still businessmen, in reality, they will swallow you to the ground if you are not careful.

"You can also choose to walk away from this deal."

"Your sister—"

Gross almost burst into a foul mouth, and if he hadn't been in a hurry to leave Boomer, he would have planned to leave and punch the damn old man's red nose again - but he managed to hold back and let out a deep breath as Gross scanned the room.

The room looked more like a warehouse, with nothing extra than a desk, a wooden cabinet full of paperwork, and a few chairs...... Wait, there is a black weapon rack in the corner of the wall, and on top of it is a heavy axe gun with a length of nearly two meters.

Gross remembered that the "Golden Crow" in the game also ran a business such as weapons and equipment.

"This axe ......" Gross reached out and touched the wooden grip of the axe, a piece of fine heavy ironwood, and the extremely pleasant feel on the surface indicated that it had been used by its previous owner for a long time - he couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly when he saw the information about this weapon in his unique vision.

"An item left here by a mercenary, if you want to buy it, eight hundred reels."

Old Harrison's right hand stretched out five fingers and shook it toward Gross.

"No, it's definitely not worth that number."

Gross had no doubt about the old Harrison's blackheartedness, and shook his head decisively, but he seemed to have thought of something again:

"Old Harrison, trading should be an act that is mutually beneficial, not a sheep slaughter. I think you should still have that thing here, huh...... Hyjal Rock Heavy Armor, if I take all the title deeds and exchange them with you...... By the way, how about this axe as an additive? ”

"A funny joke."

Gross mentioned the "Hyjal Rock Heavy Armor", which made the old man's face suddenly become serious, and his eyes began to look at the young man in front of him—

'Hyjal Rock Heavy Armor' was the standard name for the Excellence Armor, though few people could name it outside of the Church, and to outsiders, it was actually known by another, the Type 470 Templar Armor.