"I'll go back first!"

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The twilight of the setting sun shone on the new house, and Alan handed the merchant the Chinese document in his hand, and sighed in relief.

"I said, boss, is it really okay to just be a hands-off shopkeeper?" Before the merchant who took the document could respond, a funny voice appeared on the side, high-pitched and loud, and it could be frightening to appear coldly.

"It's not called throwing your hands at the store, it's called trust. Alan said righteously, then glanced at the "old friend" he had hired in the afternoon and said ill-intentionedly: "Would you be happy to let me watch you work all day?"

"Well, I don't think so. Hanaris feigned a moment of thought before replying, "But I think Dario might like it." ”

Dario, who was in his mouth, was wiping the table at this time, and glanced at him when he heard the words, obviously not intending to pay attention to him.

"We have security measures in place. The businessman was coldly picking up the stubble on the side, he flipped through the Chinese documents in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "There will be no problems in recruiting people, and the most important thing outside the time outside the Samuel farming season is people." In terms of information, we can also cooperate with local information dealers..."

He hesitated, but said, "But I suggest that it is better to form the information department yourself." ”

"Why?" Alan asked.

"Samuel's information mongers are always disconnected from the gangsters. "There's no way to guarantee that what they're saying is true or not, and at the same time, there's always something offensive about the gangs," Kleist said. ”

"That's a problem. Alan groaned and touched his chin, and then said, "You can do this, you don't have enough money to ask me." ”

"But—" The merchant didn't seem to approve of Allen's style of shaking off the shopkeeper, but seeing his casual look, he swallowed the words in his mouth.

"Eighty percent is playing tickets, this guy has so much money that he has nowhere to spend it?" The businessman who secretly shook his head didn't know what Alan really thought, the most fundamental purpose of his newspaper was just to attract the attention of the mage, and then convey information, but he didn't want to do it to the general public.

Samuel's newspaper, Alan has already thought about it, when the first issue of the newspaper is issued, there is no need for much new content, only need to publish a spell information on it, and it is estimated that the mages in the city will go crazy.

"So, the main task at the moment is to put the framework together. "Hire a couple of salesmen, and I'll take the time to train them," he says. ”

"According to you, it seems that you won't be able to make a profit for a long time?" the merchant finally couldn't help but ask the question in his heart.

A store that isn't profitable? What's the point of opening it?

"That's right. Alan nodded: "But what I want is not profit, but influence." He seemed to be suddenly interested, and began to guide the old-fashioned thinking of a businessman.

"If we promote the newspaper to the point where every household reads it, then we have a channel where we can talk to the whole of Samuel at the same time, and the whole of Samuel means that we can indirectly influence everything about Samuel..."

"You understand this benefit, right?" Alan looked at Kleist, seeing his thoughtful appearance, he couldn't help but smile: "So we don't need to care about whether it is profitable in the early stage or not, what we need to look at is later." ”

"But after all, the literate are in the minority. ”

"That's why I'm writing about the storyteller here," he said, "maybe we can work with the bards?" you see, but don't pay too much attention to that, because our focus is only on those who are literate, and they are the real masters of Samuel. ”

The merchant pondered for a long time, and was finally persuaded by these simple words.

He felt that he had reacquainted Allen again, although he had a good sense of Allen in the past, but he didn't think there was anything special about him, a noble mage with a not stupid brain, eye-catching appearance, and strange methods.

This is his general impression.

However, now he has added another sentence to this impression - "unique vision, advanced thinking".

"It's estimated that you'll be very busy during this time," Alan couldn't guess what the merchant was thinking, he patted the merchant's arm and said with a smile: "Say hard work to you in advance!"

"Compared to the trepidation of going to the orc tribe. The merchant smiled back: "It's a heavenly life." ”

"On the contrary, I think that real fights are the most direct. Hanaris, who was doing nothing next to him, interjected, "Hearing you say that, my head is big. ”

"So you just need to be a real guard. Alan raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't have the luxury of asking you to help me at work, as long as you don't make trouble, I'll burn high incense, but I still have some expectations for Dario." At the end, he glanced at the tall, silent mercenary.

This guy has a steady personality, but at the same time he seems a little more reserved, and he hasn't said a few words since he was hired by Allen.

Now that it was mentioned by Allen, he just raised his head and smiled, and then said something, and lowered his head again and started to work, compared to before, he seemed to have become a lot more silent.

"Dario is a very decent mercenary," he mused, "but it's too regular." ”

After thinking about it, Alan felt that there was nothing wrong with this, and now that the newspaper office had a nagging Hanaris, if Dario was like him again, it would simply become a duck farm...

"That's right," looking at Hanaris, Alan suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help patting his head: "I want to forget something!"

"What?" Kleist, who was looking down at the papers, and Dario, who was working silently, all looked at him, and Hanaris was a little uncomfortable with Allen's gaze.

"Forgot something?" He always felt that there was something wrong with the way Alan looked at him, so he hurriedly asked, "What is it?"

Alan didn't answer, he looked down at the placket of his shirt, as if looking at something, but no one else noticed anything strange about his collar.

"Didn't you do your laundry today?" asked Hanaris in confusion.

"No, I just remembered a little brother of yours. Alan replied casually, his eyes still fixed on the lining of his robe.

No one but him saw that beneath his inner lining, a white space was at the intersection of reality and illusion, seemingly virtual and real, quietly existing.

Pet space!

Because this space can be self-sufficient after it is formed, Alan has not noticed this place for a long time, and even if he has changed his clothes many times, it has not affected this place in the slightest.

However, it has no effect on this space, and it has a great impact on the creatures in the space.

At this time, Alan secretly looked and found that in the space, the originally very lively and cheerful husky was lying on the white "surface" with a depressed face at this time, staring at the same white wall in front of him with a stunned expression, his expression was sluggish, and he smashed his mouth from time to time, as if he was stupid....

"It's miserable. Seeing it like this, Alan felt quite guilty.

Because he had been accustomed to the husky disappearing automatically after the time, Alan obviously forgot that the dog was already a creature permanently fixed in reality, and received it in the pet space, and even forgot about it...

"I hope I'm not stupid. Silently praying, Alan moved his mind and released the dog out of the pet space.

There was no vision, and the husky appeared in his arms so suddenly, motionless, and was gently placed on the table by him.

The pet space automatically blocks the connection between the two, which is one of the reasons why Alan ignores the husky, and as soon as it is released, the connection is suddenly restored, and Alan tries to with

The husky, who was still stunned, communicated, but what he got was an eerie silence, and he couldn't help but be a little worried.

It's not really going to be stupid, is it?

Alan looked worried, and the other three were taken aback, after all, a "wolf" was conjured out of thin air, how weird it looked.

But seeing that Eren didn't look the slightest defenseless, he just stood beside the wolf, and they also relaxed their hearts, and then surrounded them.

"Does this look like a dog?" After a closer look, Hanaris asked curiously, and poked the husky in the waist.

Amazingly, his fingers stabbed into the air, as if the dog was not a real dog, but a hallucination, Hanaris wondered, but before he could question, the stupid dog that had been acting like a fool suddenly sprang up and barked at him.

"Whoa, whoa——!"