Chapter Seventy-One: Meeting with the City Councillor

Central Queens, Yorktown, east of Bermanta, next to the Church of Light is the Underwriters Association.

On the basement floor of the association, there are about 20 rooms, which store most of the things that are often used, such as the robes of the members of the association, such as some insurance deeds on white and black paper, and some less important but consumed consumables.

However, several weeks of intermittent and intense rainstorms caused a few quaint camphor wood boxes that should have been on the third floor of the heavily protected area to appear in two rooms on the first floor.

Now, these few large camphor wood boxes are honestly staying in the golden space in the extraordinary mind.

Isn't the security of the Insurers Association safe enough? That doesn't exist, it's not that the Association is not without thieves, and after every theft, it's the criminals who come in with the sheriff's office.

The criminals, who could only be called quick minced meat, were often placed on public display in various squares, and the plebeians and nobles were often kept from eating blood-soaked barbecue for at least a month.

Before he had time to flip through the ancient books in the camphor wood box, he met old Henry in disguise in his living room.

Looking at the unnatural headgear, and the liquid dripping down the seams of the headgear that I don't know if it's sweat or oil, I felt sick to my stomach.

"Uncle Henry, you came here in such a hurry, is it about the auction or something else?"

"Goo, goo," said old Henry, who had drunk a cup of iced fruit tea, "this damn gas, it's too hot, I really wish the goddess of the moon could stay more time in the dark every time." ”

Seeing that the cup was filled with iced fruit tea again, old Henry pecked at the flesh lightly, a comfortable batch.

"Oh, it's not about the auction, it's not about the auction, and it will take some time for some remote lords and the great merchants of the free city-states to get to York. ”

"Viscount Charles Hunter, the mayor of York, made an appointment to see the greedy old man who had brought his filthy lover to accompany me on a tour of Bermanta's jewellery showroom. ”

"This god cursed moth, a pair of studs was not enough to fill the ravine of his greed, and I didn't agree to an appointment until I paid an extra sapphire brooch in the shape of a rebelliger. ”

Extraordinary was just a listening expression, and did not express an opinion on old Henry's complaints.

"It can be seen that you have to be more careful about the battlefield at the table, and I don't know if Hunter, the greedy skunk, will ask for more. ”

After calming the mood of old Henry a little, he made an appointment to meet him with Viscount Charles Hunter, the mayor of the city.

In the evening, the coachman Eddie Hubert sent Extraordinary and Francis to Bermanta, where old Henry had been waiting for a long time.

Unfortunately, Francis, who had great hopes for Bermanta's restaurant, was left behind in the carriage to enjoy every meal from the roadside vendors with Hubert.

Old Henry took the moving staircase to the top of the mezzanine and walked into a restaurant with the flavor of the Principality of Tar.

"The Principality of Taal has the most delicious horned ox in the continent, a fifth-order demonic beast, and its combat power is comparable to the strength of a great swordsman, and it is very difficult to kill, let alone capture!"

Old Henry is avoiding the embarrassment of waiting for Rao, and has nothing to say.

"I dare, Charles Hunter, this old guy is here for the fifth-order horned beef, and it won't be because of you, Extraordinary Son. ”

"I've eaten meat for more than sixty years, and what meat has not been eaten? How can it be for a horned cow, and a piece of meat on one of the legs. ”

Before Extraordinary could finish his sigh, he heard a deafening laughter.

"Haha, haha, sorry, the road may be slippery, it only rained for a quarter of an hour yesterday, and I didn't expect the road to be flooded. Also, two gentlemen, are you waiting for me to have a good meal together?"

"Hehe, hello, Honorable Viscount Charles Hunter, your presence has really brightened up the entire Bermanta!"

"Viscount Charles Hunter is a great man, I believe you must have heard of it, extraordinary. ”

"Lord Viscount, this is an intermediate insurance practitioner of the Insurance Masters Association, and he is also a water intermediate mage of the Wizards Guild!"

"Oh, young man, you must have gained favor while the two gods were drunk!"

"Hehe, please forgive me for being disrespectful, it's just a joke. I'm Charles Hunter, the City Council!"

Looking at the hand handed over, Extraordinary took off the white gloves on his hand and took it.

It seems that the identity of the insurance agent did not arouse the interest of this viscount, and the identity of the dual class, especially the intermediate magician, is the prerequisite for him to take the initiative to extend a hand of friendship.

"Good evening, Your Excellency Viscount Charles, thank you very much for your reception, please come with me!"

Under the guidance of Extraordinary, the three of them came to the circular table in the center of the restaurant, surrounded by a half-height glass enclosure, where the outside could see the outside and the inside could not be seen.

According to the aristocracy's understanding, from last night's prayer before dinner to the last dessert, this meal was eaten for more than a whole time.

"Lord Viscount, I am from Sissel, and I am a knight personally appointed by Lord Baron Sissel. This time, I would like to buy a piece of land in the North Hills of York City as my own estate. ”

When Extraordinary assumed his knighthood, Extraordinary obviously felt that Viscount's eyes were brighter. Is it because he resonates with the same upper-class, or because he can get a higher price because of his knighthood?

"Sir Cordo, I am glad that you can buy your own estate in Yorktown, but as far as I know, the land you wish to buy is the southern slope of the North Hill. Why? It could build ten earl's estates, it's too big. ”

"Of course not, but in York City, the great estates were built in the fiefdom of the Grand Duke of York. And the relationship between you and the Grand Duke is not ordinary, if you can't do it, I will have to give up!"

The tone of regret, combined with the action of clasping his hands in prayer, Viscount Charles Hunter was suddenly moved by extraordinary sincerity.

However, the attendant on Old Henry's side saw the Viscount staring at the seven or eight rings on his extraordinary hands.

"Of course there are solutions, but there are some difficulties. After all, the construction of the Duke's Castle on the top of the North Hill may have an impact on the noble nobles stationed in the castle. ”

"Of course, I can help eliminate the influence on the Duke here, but I am afraid that I will not have the ability to do so. After all, I'm just the manager of the city, and the city of York is the Grand Duke's. ”

Old fox, there are no new tricks in tossing and turning, this is to give yourself money in the name of don't spare it.

"I'll pay 10% more than the market price for it, Lord Viscount. ”

"Hmm," Viscount Charles Hunter nodded, "It's already a very reasonable price, but should the city guard garrison, and the air guard's patrol route be appropriately added to the North Mountain?"

Well, as long as you have a need, as long as it is something that can be solved by gold coins, it is not a thing.

"So, Lord Viscount, what about two percent, this is the limit I can accept!"

Shaking his head with a sigh, if you don't promise me, I'll give up, think about the hundreds of thousands of gold coins, isn't he fragrant?

"Don't worry, young sir, what if my contract is stamped not only with the Duke's shield seal, but also with His Majesty's golden dragon seal?"

Is this the biggest temptation? I really like it. If the duke's future is long, the contract endorsed by the king must be accepted even by the new lord.

"Sancheng!"

"Deal!"

The high-fives between the nobles were completed between the old and the young, and the date of signing the contract was agreed, and the two parties took their leave.

The two stood in front of the gate of Bermanta, watching the mayor's carriage move away.

"Do you know how much gold it costs to do this? ”

"Probably enough, it shouldn't be beyond my ability to pay. ”

Looking at the young man beside him who was extremely confident in his words, old Henry had a feeling that was both familiar and strange.

Having joined the two Francis, Extraordinary returned home and sat in the living room, the fat man calling the troll and Gurlie down.

The three of them watched as Extraordinary took out one paper after another full of various symbols, and there was no sound, only the sound of the paper rubbing in the living room, and the trajectory of the quill pen scratching on the paper.

Finally, when it was close to midnight, the three stacks of paper that had been sorted out were pushed in front of the eyes of the three of them.

"Gu Lie, this is the material that needs to be purchased to build the manor, and then you look for the old bachelor who built the manor for the nobles, and hire it at a high price. ”

"Okay, my lord, today's meeting went well?" Gu Lie looked at the extraordinary nod, did not ask any further questions, and reached out to take the detailed plan.

"I'm going to build an alchemy tower at the foot of the mountain down the southern slope, Francis, you go to the alchemy society, no matter how many dinars it takes, I want to see an alchemy tower that belongs to us as soon as possible!"

"Okay sir!" Seeing that the first step of his dream was about to come true, the fat man was also sincerely happy.

"As for you, Dosta, go to the slave market again and make an appointment with the slave traders on a date for mercy. ”

"Yes, sir. Congratulations on finally taking a step forward in your dreams!"

As the three of them took the mission plan and left, Extraordinary also returned to his bedroom, washed and slew.

The sound of "Dangdang" tapping on the glass sounded, and Extraordinary saw "Vivien's Messenger" standing on the table in front of the windowsill.

The content of the letter was as calm as ever, with the joy of the upcoming summer festival and the happiness of being able to return home and enjoy a three-month vacation.

Looking up at the night sky outside the window, the night that had just fallen after the rainstorm was clean and tidy, and the stars were more brilliant and brilliant than before.

Starlight, dancing on Extraordinary's bare arms, for some reason, Extraordinary felt that it was some kind of communication, like a magical element.

Without thinking, a magic skill book appeared in Extraordinary's hand, and without a word, Extraordinary slapped the skill on top of his head.

The skill book turned into pieces of starlight and disappeared before the eyes of the extraordinary.