One by one, the men followed the "old rules" and placed the week's "harvest" on the square table in front of Kozmo, and the money bags of various colors and textures were quickly piled up into a small mountain. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Kozmo's eyes widened with greed, and then he opened his arms and embraced the hill in his arms, which made him more and more intoxicated by the characteristic "clang" of the coins colliding with each other.

With the assistance of the tall and thin man beside him, Kozmo shook the coins in the money bag on the table, and the shining luster of the coins suddenly filled the entire room, and those strong men who looked vicious or obscene, seeing such a scene, also had their eyes shining, but when Kozmo raised his head, the change in expression was silently concealed.

The smile on Kozmo's face froze slightly, two thick brown eyebrows furrowed, and the room was so silent that only Kozmo's heavy breathing could be heard.

"Bang-"

The huge and powerful palm slammed on the table, causing a burst of reverberation, and even shaking off the dust on the roof beams, and Kozmo's face became hideous, "Why is Rael only so little?" The rest is all copper? ”

Picking up a handful of coins in the palm of his hand, "Boom" continued to flow out between his fingers, although "Grizzly" Kozmo had developed limbs, but he was able to mix a piece of the world in Afron, where dragons and snakes were mixed, and he was by no means a simple-minded person.

This week's earnings were so much worse than in the past that Kozmo was skeptical that his men were too greedy for ink - Kozmo knew his virtues very well, and the word incorruptible had nothing to do with the bastards, as long as it wasn't too much, he had always turned a blind eye.

It's just that this week's earnings are more than a third less, and Kozmo can't help but be angry.

"Boss, all the shops in White Pigeon Street have been transferred to Viscount Dural by those hateful outlanders, and that's what happened last week."

The tall and thin man next to him cautiously reminded. His name is Billy, and he has been a loyal follower of Kozmo for many years. From the original "Fangs Mercenary Group" to the current "Bloody Fangs", now in this organization, they belong to the existence of staff and the like.

Kozmo snorted in his nostrils, but didn't speak again.

Those shops were transferred to Viscount Dural, and the protection money could no longer be collected - "Grizzly" Kozmo did not have the courage to go against the lord. Although the "bloody fangs" belong to the existence of the common people of Afron, it is completely inadequate in the face of the real aristocracy of the Elantra Kingdom. Not to mention anything else, the strength of Viscount Dural's own high-ranking knight alone was enough for him to look up to.

Kozmo didn't want to be exposed to the beach one day, or be fished out of the moat like garbage by the city guards, but he was inexplicably a little irritated when he saw the pile of coins on the table in front of him, which was obviously much smaller.

The negativity quickly spread from his heart to his body, causing him to rise from his chair and begin to walk around the room like a restless bear, the white specks of sunlight streaming through the window on his cheeks, and Kozmo suddenly stopped and looked out the window.

Then, with a few quick breaths, Kozmo turned around, his face as usual, staring at the members of the "Bloody Fangs", "Have you found any rich outsiders lately?" ”

The loss of the "wealth" of White Pigeon Street has become an established reality, and Kozmo can only accept it helplessly, but this does not mean that he can tolerate the gleaming Rael to slip away, and he decides to slaughter a few "fat sheep" regularly to replenish the losses - and those outsiders who have no roots in Afron are the best targets.

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The home of dolphins.

After dinner, Glo and his party did not run downstairs to have some fun, as the usual travelers do—in the bustling city of Afron, at night, the taverns in the plebeian area were filled with wandering kabuki, bards telling stories of war or aristocratic anecdotes, and prostitutes smeared with cheap powder, and if they were willing to spend a few soles (coppers), these scantily clad women would sit in their arms, and if you were willing to spend more, you could even have a good night.

Glo and his entourage are in a meeting.

As always, the meeting was brief.

"Well, regarding the Bones of Resentment, Oliver and I are going to visit the Chamber of Commerce in Lower Afron."

"Others, watch over the goods, and - don't drink too much."

With those two words, Glo and Oliver walked straight out of the "Dolphin Country".

Glo plans to find potential buyers for the "Bones of the Grudge" - this alchemical material for the legal profession is not as easy to sell as ordinary goods, in fact, the only real buyers are the wizarding organizations.

However, it is now August 553 in the continental calendar, and so far, Glo has not heard anything about the wizarding organization. In his previous life, he first came to Afron in the winter of 556 in the middle of the second version of the "Dark Castle", and various wizarding organizations could be seen everywhere in Afron City, and the trade of alchemy materials was a very common thing.

But now, it is almost impossible to find any trace of the wizarding organization in Afron City, and if you want to get your hands on these "bones of resentment", it is best to go to those chambers of commerce—the big chambers of commerce have all kinds of vast channels, and maybe they have some trading relationship with the wizards of Diel. This is also the reason why Glo chose to come to Afron, only the big chambers of commerce or organizations here have enough financial resources to eat this batch of goods.

Glo and Oliver went straight to the "Golden Anchor" Chamber of Commerce on Fleet Street in the North City District, which is one of the few large chambers of commerce in Afron.

Knowing his intentions, the head of the Chamber of Commerce received the two with a very aristocratic manner. The principal was a gray-haired old man, with a pair of piercing eyes corresponding to the wrinkled skin and dotted age spots, and after holding the small amber round eyes on the bridge of his nose, the old man asked leisurely in a slow, undulating tone, "Your Excellency intends to strike at the bones of resentment?" ”

"That's right."

Glo nodded, took out a slender beast shin from his pocket, and handed it to the old man in front of him.

"But this kind of thing can only be used for black magic."

The old man took the shin and looked at it a few times and quickly put it down, "There is no connection between the golden anchor and those evil wizards. ”

"Thank you."

It didn't take much to say anything, but Glo and Oliver understood what the old man meant, and got up to say goodbye to the old man.

This is the end of the visit of the first chamber of commerce, which can be described as "unfavorable".

Walking down Fleet Street on a cool summer night, Glo calmed down a little and decided to move on to the second home.