Sherlock walked back and forth in the room impatiently, but this small room temporarily converted from a firewood room was too cramped, and the firewood room, where everyone lived seemed cramped, was stuffed with three people, which made Sherlock even less room for movement. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

As a wealthy businessman, Lord Sherlock is not unable to afford to live in a luxurious suite, even if the housing prices in the Steel City have risen sharply during this period of time, but for Lord Sherlock's net worth, it is just a drizzle.

But if you want to make a lot of gold from the hands of Master Sherlock, who is known for his miserliness throughout Haxa Castle, the fat black-hearted innkeeper is still not qualified.

Seeing a huge business opportunity, the old man Sherlock chose to stay in the city of steel to check for leaks, angry in the face of skyrocketing housing prices, he resolutely moved out of the expensive Chase shop with two servants and dozens of men and guards, and lived in these temporary converted rooms such as firewood houses and stables.

In this way, at least five gold coins were saved by Lord Sherlock, anyway, the whole family of these people under his command has been dependent on their family for generations, and the treatment is worse, and there is no need to worry about them flying into the sky.

The reason why Master Sherlock is so excited is not because he is not used to such an environment, usually in order to save money, Master Sherlock has even lived in worse places, he is impatient for the war that has not ended for a long time, if he does not grasp the right time, good things will be bought by others in advance.

"These idiots, they can only eat waste that can't work, such a strong strength and troops, it will take so long to deal with this orc, it's afternoon now, and they haven't won the battle yet!" Lord Sherlock muttered quietly, cursing frantically the army of mages and guilds who had made Lord Sherlock wait for so long.

He swore that if his subordinates were like these screaming and useless people who did something for half a day, he would fire them completely, and he would not even think of half a copper plate of wages.

Since the small hotel where Sherlock lives is far away from the battlefield, the narrow windows cut off the intention of Lord Sherlock to stick his head out to observe the situation; as for sneaking out to find out the news, don't be funny! Those patrolling orc soldiers will definitely not listen to any explanation from you, and will be killed on the spot.

The faint shouts and roars of killing on the battlefield came from time to time, and it seemed that the battle was still raging, but which side had the upper hand and how long it would take for the result to come to an accurate judgment could not make Master Sherlock make an accurate judgment at all.

So he could only try to prick up his ears and listen to the situation, and then think about which loot to buy, in order to maximize the profit this time.

First of all, one of the fist products of the steel collar, all kinds of sophisticated steel products were first excluded by him, not that these things are not profitable, in fact, after these steel products are pulled to the human world, they basically have good profits, but compared to other products, it is not enough.

And the other fist product, Wodega Fine Wine, the Wizards' Guild will always give a certain amount according to the amount of goods brought when they come, right?

"Buy as much as you want, those drunkards in Haxaburg, can be willing to pull out the last copper plate in their pockets for this spirit, and not worry about sales. Thinking of the high price difference in the middle, an expression of excitement appeared on Old Sherlock's face.

Then Master Sherlock fell into an irrepressible crookedness: "Since Wardgar has sold all the fire sales, is it possible to buy those things that you can't usually buy?"

"For example, the herbal powders that heal wounds, the new muskets and gunpowders, the various magical materials and equipment, and even the beautiful maidens of the Lord's Mansion who can't afford to kill people?" Lord Sherlock's face flushed uncharacteristically.

Thinking of the maids of the Lord's Mansion who had once looked at him from afar, he gritted his teeth and swore that he would buy one when the time came, and he was willing to spend a hundred or even more gold coins for this.

"If the idiots of the Mage's Guild are going to sell even the Steelcollar artisans, if you buy a craftsman who can brew Wodega, it's a huge gold mine, and even the ancestors of the family will be extremely proud of me. "Poor Lord Charlotte fell into a complete daydreaming state, and danced with her hands.

The two old servants in the small firewood room looked at him helplessly, and suddenly one of the servants seemed to hear something, and then slapped the dreamy old man Sherlock on the head unceremoniously.

After waking up Lord Sherlock, he roared, "My lord has news, it was those orcs who won the battle. ”

"What? It can't be. Lord Sherlock screamed, none of the human merchants before the war were optimistic about these orcs, the three major law legends, nearly a hundred saint-level powerhouses, two thousand mage troops, and more than 200,000 troops all grew up eating rice?

All kinds of stunningly profitable specialties flew away from Lord Charlotte's mind like wings, and apart from those little goblins in the lord's mansion, Lord Charlotte seemed to hear the sound of his heart breaking for a while.

Then, he opened the door and ran out frantically, and came to the street outside the small inn, which was already a sea of joy, and a large number of orcs crowded here to celebrate and vent their emotions that bordered on madness, and at the same time more orcs rushed out of the room and joined the army of revelry.

"Long live the steel collar, long live Lord Modo. This cheer resounded in the sky, and it seemed that the waste of the Wizards' Guild was really completely defeated.

Lord Sherlock, who was struggling forward in the crowd, inadvertently raised his head, only to see a scene that dropped his jaw: dozens of mighty black dragons with harpies hovering in the air, and at this moment he no longer had any doubts about the defeat of the Wizards' Guild.

Suddenly, he remembered something, and began to struggle through the crowd of frantic celebrations, rushing in the direction of the Lord's Mansion.

New thoughts and ideas rose from the bottom of his heart, even if he couldn't make the fortune of the Iron Leader's defeat, it would not be good to change it to the Wizards' Guild, and Lord Sherlock couldn't remember where he had heard the news, and those mages were also rich and full of treasures.

If nothing else, it is said that even the underwear they wear is magical equipment with special effects.

As she struggled forward, Lord Charlotte found that there seemed to be quite a few human merchants who were also aware of this, and they were struggling to make their way through the crowd......