Fleet stepped out of the wizard and stepped on the muddy ground.

Nolan is one of the most prosperous cities in the world of magical civilization, and the proof of this is Nolan's path.

In the Iron Country, the capital of Fritt, many of the city-states' roads are still like this hard-to-walk dirt floor, and even the most marginal areas of Nolan's city are paved with pure white paving stones.

But Squirrel Street is the only exception, this street is a small shadow in the glow of Nolan, a city that radiates the brilliance of a magical civilization, not even a shadow, but a stain.

The place where the demon invited Fleet for a business meeting was a very remote tavern on Squirrel Street.

It's so remote that even the roads are full of filthy mud.

When Fleet stepped out of the wizard's cart and took out the letter that the demon had sent him, he double-checked the place mentioned in the letter with the name written on the tavern sign.

It was eventually determined that this was the tavern that the demon had mentioned.

"Mistress Fleet."

The guards who came with him realized that something was not right.

The tavern was indeed in such bad condition that even the wooden signboard was partially mutilated.

If it weren't for the logo of a wooden wine glass, it might have been thought of as a pigsty rather than a tavern.

"Probably for secrecy."

Fleet found a reason.

He was silent for a moment, but walked towards the tavern on the muddy ground.

Now he just hoped it wasn't the demon's 'prank'.

Fleet and his attendants push open the door to the tavern, and to Fleet's surprise, the business of this dilapidated and remote tavern... But it was surprisingly good.

The seats in the tavern were almost full, and he couldn't find the demon in the dense crowd for a moment.

"Lord Fritt, they don't look like Squirrel Street."

His bodyguard whispered a reminder to Fleet, who himself noticed this.

The tavern's guests were dressed in ragged clothes like the thugs of Squirrel Street, and Fritt even saw several spellcasters in magic robes sitting there.

Finally Fleet saw the young demon at the bar, and the last time Friet saw him was at the podium of the Higher School of Magic in Rursk.

One of Nolan's Seven Sages, the Grey Man, was his student, so Fleet never underestimated the demon because of his age.

Fleet walked briskly to the bar.

The inside of the tavern was much cleaner than the outside, and at least there were no unacceptable vomit or blood stains on the chairs.

"You came just in time, and if you are a few minutes late, you probably won't have a place to sit." Qiao Xiu shook it with a glass of boiled water in his hand, and then said to Fleet.

A few minutes later?

Hearing this, Fleet took out his pocket watch and glanced at it, the time on it was eight o'clock in the morning!

"Mr. Qiao Xiu, I doubt who would have come to the tavern so early." Fritt could think of one or two kinds of people, the kind of drunks who did nothing.

"Uh...... watched the European Cup all night, but the TV was smashed by his wife...... Man? ”

Joshua gave an example that Fritt didn't understand at all.

Friet wanted to say something, but it didn't take long for Qiao Xiu's prophecy to come true.

There were six guests walking into the tavern, all dressed like Squirrel Street residents by all means, and two of them were panting and looked like they had been running all the way.

"There's no place for this tavern too?" One of the guests gasped and said.

"Just sit on the floor." Another person gave advice.

But just then the owner of the tavern hurried out from behind, and came to the six guests with two benches.

"A few distinguished guests, if you don't mind, let's sit down first?" The tavern owner said tentatively.

The six guests glanced at each other, and had no choice but to sit down on two benches.

This scene was watched by Fritt, who had come to the tavern not to drink at all, but to wait for something.

"Could it be that the magic machine called 'TV' is also installed here?"

Frit suddenly remembered that his spies had mentioned to him about the magic machine, and he had been busy settling the patent dispute with the Frost Country Chamber of Commerce some time ago, so he hadn't paid attention to this aspect of the matter.

"That's right." Qiao Xiu said.

"I've heard that many shops have installed 'TVs', and the number of customers visiting them has increased."

Friet glanced around the tavern, he hadn't believed the spy when he heard the information, but this time he knew it was believing.

Squirrel Street, a remote and dilapidated pub, attracts so many people, and many people come all the way.

Fleet was about to ask Josius what the magic machine called 'TV' was, when another voice from inside the tavern interrupted his conversation.

He followed the voice to the plain white painted wall on the other side of the tavern, where a man suddenly appeared at a long table.

This reminded him of the scene when he was watching a movie at the White Vitex Theater, and he also knew the man, who was the demon slayer Leon in "This Demon Is Not Too Cold".

Only this time he played the role of the demon slayer Leon, but an announcer, and he began to greet the entire inhabitants of Nolan in his deep voice.

"Welcome to the daytime news, I'm Pluck, just yesterday morning around 7 o'clock there was another explosion in the Nolan alchemy market......"

In this moment, Fleet understood what exactly what so-called 'television' was.

He also likes to listen to the Nolan Voice, and of course knows about the daytime news program.

If in the beginning the Nolan Voice was all but sound...... This magic machine, called 'TV', presents the picture to the public.

Fleet sees the bass owner for the first time, and a photograph and a video of Nolan's Alchemy Market appear on the screen.

"Those damn foxes!"

Friet recognized the place where the photographs and images were depicted, not far from the alchemy shop he owned.

The Chamber of Commerce in the Land of Frost used some cunning tactics to replace his goods with a bunch of inferior products, which led to the explosion of the goods.

At that time, Fleet also lost a large amount of money to the victim customer.

Luckily, the report doesn't specify which alchemy shop is, only reminding the public to be careful when buying alchemy items that are prone to explosions.

This made Fleet breathe a sigh of relief, if the Nolan Voice named the store where the alchemy items came from, it would have a serious impact on his trading house.

Thinking of this, Fleet was suddenly startled, and he looked at the demon beside him, and vaguely guessed what the chips this demon had prepared were.