Dylan is a little worried, the auction at the end of each month will start tonight, and as one of the people in charge of the auction, he has not found the finale of the month so far.

Oak Town is becoming more and more lively, there are more and more witchers, the places in the Walmart Forest that are not deep have been explored, and those monsters are also getting smarter and smarter, and they have all avoided deeper parts of the forest.

But humans did not dare to set foot in those places easily, and the fierce monsters, terrible swamps, deadly poisonous flowers and plants, and labyrinth-like roads all made many brave witchers enter and never return.

Dylan sat upright in his chair, and he looked at the attendants in front of him who were bent down and bowed their heads in front of him, and his stomach was nameless.

"It's all waste, spending so much gold every month to feed you, and I really haven't found a decent product. Dylan slapped the table angrily and yelled, "You say, what do I have for you, it's better to have a dog, at least you can guard the yard for me." ”

"Dylan is angry, we've really done our best. One of the attendants said.

"What do you mean by doing your best, Barton?" said Dylan, sneering.

"This month, we have put up notices all over the town, collecting items from high-level monsters at high prices, and many witchers have accepted our quests, but they have really not gained anything. The squire named Barton was a little frightened, "And now that winter is approaching, the range of demonic beasts has shrunk, and they are moving deeper and deeper into the forest. ”

Barton looked at Dylan's face, paused, and continued: "Many independent demon hunters also go hunting, but Dylan Boss also knows that not every demon beast has a valuable item such as a crystal nucleus, and even several high-level demon beasts in a row do not have a corresponding level of high-level crystal nucleus, and some large demon hunter unions have also lost a lot of manpower in this hunting operation, and slowly no one has accepted the task." ”

"And, they say......" Barton said, glancing into Dylan's eyes, and then stopped.

"What else are they talking about?" Dylan narrowed his eyes.

"I was a little afraid to say it, for fear that the boss would get angry when he heard it. Barton said.

"I'll let you say it!" Dylan slammed the table with a loud noise that startled Barton.

"They say... They said that Boss Dylan's price was getting lower and lower, and now that winter was approaching, it was difficult to hunt prey, and the loss of manpower was serious, so they couldn't please here, and they had to wait for the weather to be warmer before going hunting. Patton finished and gave Dylan a cautious look.

Dylan's face crumbled tightly, as if a storm was coming.

Barton was scared in his heart, and he was afraid and respected for Dylan from the bottom of his heart, and he knew that a storm was about to fall in this house.

Dylan's gloomy face dispersed, and he sneered: "They say that the price I offer is getting lower and lower, they say that it is difficult to hunt and there is a serious loss of manpower, and they say that they will wait for the weather to warm up." ”

"It's a bit of a bunch, why can't I remember how well I paid when I got the gold coins here, I never owed them a copper, they had to wait for the weather to be warm, if I gave them time, who would give me time?!" Dylan said slowly.

Dylan looked at Barton and said, "The honored guests at the auction need goods, they need more valuable and expensive goods, and the 'they' above me also need more money, tonight is the last auction before the harsh winter, if we mess up, what will be the consequences, you tell me, Patton? Tell me, what will be the consequences." ”

"I don't know. Barton was even more scared.

Dylan looked around at the attendants in the circle and said with a smile: "Your salary is two gold coins per month, and all you do is send messages and contact sellers, but at the end of the month, you told me that there is no finale." ”

"I've been doing auctions here for 20 years, and I've relied on my reputation to support the venue, and before that, I told those guests that I had good goods, but when the time came, no customers felt fooled or deceived by my Dylan, what would they think of me, what would they think of the auction in Oak Town?!"

"What will happen to me? I will be discredited, the people above will not take a fancy to me anymore, they will be ready to send someone to replace me, and if I leave, you know what will happen to you. Dylan said, smiling at Barton.

"What will happen?" asked Barton.

"Hehe, Barton, you are really used to living a good life, you have forgotten your birth, you are all slaves who signed the contract of sale, the auction will provide you with good food and drink, teach you etiquette, teach you literacy, just to better serve the auction. ”

"I bought you for twenty years, taught you twenty, and if I was not there and I was replaced, you would be replaced, and the loser would not have any right to talk, and you would be swept away, and you would be sold to slave traders, and you would be squeezed out of the last bit of your value, and then your situation, no one would know, do you think I was right, Barton. ”

Dylan's tone had softened when he said this, but Barton listened to it and became more and more frightened and cold.

"Boss Barton, we know it's wrong, give us a chance. Several of the attendants in the back knelt down.

"The opportunity is given to yourself. Dylan sneered.

"Patton, boss, let's ...... then," Barton said timidly.

"What are you doing here, don't go out to find it, I don't care what method you use, whether you steal, rob, buy at a high price, whatever you do, if you don't see the goods before dark tonight, you know my means." Dylan roared.

"Yes, Dylan, Boss, we'll go find it right away. Barton's voice was accompanied by a cry.

Patton was so flustered that he forgot to even salute and turned away, followed by a few of his attendants.

Dylan looked coldly at their departing backs, his gaze as cold as ice.

......

Barton almost trotted out, came outside, was blown by the cold wind, only to find that his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

He looked at the squires who were also terrified, and said, "Boss Dylan is angry, this time the nature is different, we must find the finale of the auction, otherwise what will be the consequences, everyone knows Boss Dylan's temperament and methods." ”

The attendants looked at each other silently, comforted each other a few words, and dispersed.

A snowflake fell down on Barton's forehead, and he reached out and touched it, a chill.

Seeing the snowflakes, he became even more anxious in his heart.

The ice and snow are getting thicker and thicker, and the Warcraft will be more difficult to hunt before the spring warms, and the Devouring Warcraft Forest will be even more terrifying, and the finale will have little hope.