When Grandin returned to the Beckland Sewage Center, he felt that there was not a single bone in his body in his place, and he almost went out of his body.

He collected his luggage at the front desk and sat on the reception couch in the lobby waiting for Wiggins' arrival.

During this period, when I was bored, I casually flipped through the books given by Bishop Lawsen.

There are two books, one is called "The Rise and Fall of the Mystical Art" which is a history book of the extraordinary world. The chronicle book was so boring that he decided to read it every night before going to bed.

The other, much more interesting, is Modern Magic (Elementary) - 33rd Edition, which introduces various magical materials and magical rituals, which he can quickly build on his foundation by comparing the knowledge he has gained from the 'monster' potion.

When he finished the second cup of coffee from the hostess, Wiggins arrived.

So Grandin got up and said goodbye to the girl, and left the Beckland Sewage Treatment Center with Wiggins.

They had a light meal on the side of the road, then returned to the hotel to pick up their luggage, and finally rented a carriage to go to see the house.

In the carriage, Wiggins spoke very naturally when facing him. At this point, they talked about the house that needed to be sold in full.

"Sir, I went to inquire again today, and I heard that there were people in that house."

Hearing Wiggins's words, Grandin, who had just been reading extraordinary books, immediately thought of haunted mansions, supernatural and murder.

"Have the police investigated?"

"Yes, the police judged it to be a suicide. I heard that the homeowner and the deceased were friends, and the two invested together, but lost a lot of money. Wiggins shrugged.

"Then there's nothing wrong with that."

He had just learned a few spells to soothe the soul and dispel ghosts, and even if he was in trouble, he was a professional counterpart.

By the time they reached Baker Street, the seller was already waiting.

The owner, Bard, was a middle-aged fat man, slightly shorter.

"Sir, next time you should really change brokers." He complained.

Yesterday, when the boy came to him to talk about the sale of the house, he almost turned around and left. If it weren't for the 10 gold pound deposit, who would have listened to a slum kid.

"I've always believed that an individual's abilities have nothing to do with their age."

Grandin politely held out his right hand and shook it with him.

"Probably...... We can take a look at the house first. If it weren't for the lack of money, I would be reluctant to sell it, it would be worth at least 2500 gold lists! ”

Bard led them across the lawn in front of the house. Before entering the house, Grandin taps his thigh with his index and middle fingers in turn to open the vision.

In his vision, the aura of this Mr. Bard was too chaotic, and the color of his emotions tended to be restless and depressed. But it is not entangled in 'death resentment'.

This shows that the death of the deceased has nothing to do with him.

He was relieved and followed Bud into the house. Wiggins, on the other hand, walked quietly behind them, trying not to cause trouble for Grandin.

Bard, who led the way in front, took the trouble to introduce. From the foyer, living room, kitchen, dining room on the ground floor to the storage room and basement.

During this time, he confessed that people had died in the house, which made Grandin have a different opinion of him.

On the second floor there are four rooms and a study, each with its own shower, and the master bedroom is connected to a small study and two cloakrooms. On the far left side of the second floor, there is also a large Roman-style bath.

One of the rooms at the top of the stairs was sealed with a yellow seal.

Bard pointed to the room:

"A well-known investment manager introduced me to an investment project with a friend. It's mineral extraction, and it looks very promising. My friend threw all his possessions into it, hey...... As a result, fate was so impermanent, and this defeat cost him everything. He really didn't have anywhere to go, so I took him in for the time being, but in the end it was ......"

He didn't say anything else.

After the tour, Grandin was very happy with the house, especially since the house still has a stable.

Because Bard insisted on paying in full, and the house had died after all, the two men finally sold it for £2,300.

The staff of the government notary office, who had been waiting in the living room for a long time, quickly notarized the transaction. Then Grandin officially became a homeowner in Beckland.

He obtained title deeds and a full set of title deeds including 2 acres of lawn; Bard was given a bank cheque for £2,300.

During the casual conversation, Grandin learned from Bard the name of the investment manager who brought them in, Charles Pounds.

Charles will help investors find promising projects in the market, facilitate cooperation between the two parties, and earn commissions for this.

This kind of thing is common now, and since Russell first raised money from the public by issuing shares, there have been more and more cases of this kind of investment to get a return.

But not every project makes money, and even more people lose money because of their investment, or even go bankrupt.

Investing is risky, but Grandin, who was born in the information age, has seen too much.

"I heard that Mr. Charles has an excellent project in his hands that lacks investors, and this time it will definitely succeed!" Bud clenched his fists, his eyes red.

Seeing this, Grandin can only talk about two investment failures he has heard of from financial anecdotes, and the protagonists of the stories have tragic endings. Then he veiled Bard to diversify.

But Bard didn't listen.

Grandin shook his head and gave up persuasion.

At the end of the day, it's none of my business.

With this in mind, he strolled towards the basement, where he wanted to take a closer look at the light well. If there is enough light there, he plans to convert the basement into a workshop.

But at this moment, his spirit was touched, and his vision was automatically turned on.

Grandin, who was already proficient, continued to walk towards the basement. And his eyes looked around quietly, to see who had touched the "tree of numerology".

As a result, he saw a branch of fate on the head of Bard, who was holding the check—

Grandin paid the gold list, and Bud found Charles Pounds with the check. Then he invested again, failed again, and left Beckland in disgrace.

Because of Grandin's intervention, the "Numerology Tree" will bear a gray fruit.

So what if I regret not wanting this house anymore?

The "Tree of Numerology" grabs an alternative future with Grandin's ideas. Charles Pounds, who wore a red tie and couldn't see his face clearly, approached Bard and persuaded him to mortgage his property to eat more than one fish and take out loans from several banks at the same time.

Then invest again, fail again.

This time Mr. Bud took his own life on a rainy night.

It was impossible to persuade Bard to invest prudently, and his determination to turn the page around was so strong that such a possibility could not be formed on the "tree of numerology".

Maybe I should take a chance to beat up Bud and Charles, because medical expenses are much cheaper than investing at a loss.

The thought swirled around in his head, and at last he couldn't help but laugh at himself. Not to mention whether the plan is reliable or not, even if it succeeds, he will probably see two patients in the hospital exchanging investment ideas on the hospital bed.

Grandin was in no hurry to choose his fate for Mr. Bard this time. He wanted to see if there would be other opportunities in the future.