"Mr. Nidora, you are amazing, the sales of this book have simply broken the record of our printing house for several years!"

As the new head of the plant, Inst. Although Oak doesn't know much about marketing data, from the huge amount of money that is fed back to the factory, even a fool will know how amazing the gentleman who took over the Laxister printing house is.

Although the cost of printing was high, there were enough fivepence for a book, but the profit of only a fivepence book reached 20,000 gold pounds in just one day!

And the numbers are constantly improving!

"yes, I see."

Sitting in the office of the former person in charge of the factory, Anthony drank slightly cheap black tea, looked at the information presented, and nodded calmly.

After all, in this world that has not experienced the baptism of fast food Xiaobaiwen, it is not surprising that his stitched novel can achieve such an effect.

That's why he single-handedly founded the company and took over the printing house.

If you hand over the novel to another publisher, I am afraid that the salary you will receive will be drastically reduced, and it is obviously the best result to contract it all yourself.

"Prepare, the second volume will be printed the day after tomorrow, this is just the beginning."

Anthony pressed his hand and signaled to Inst not to be so excited, this was only the first step in his plan.

Although the sales of the novel reached 20,000 gold pounds on the first day, Anthony knew that excluding the expenses of the workers and all kinds of cooperation expenses, he could not even get 10,000 gold pounds into his own hands.

If you want to buy a knighthood in the Kingdom of Rune, this money alone is obviously not enough.

After drinking the black tea in the cup, Anthony did not forget his afternoon schedule, arranged the rest of the work, and left the factory alone.

——

"Hmm... The pattern of the roses is too dull, and although the red can set off its charm, it is not suitable for me. ”

Beckland, Queens, East Chester Manor.

Audrey looked at the black and red dress that Anne had taken out again, and said dissatisfied.

This made Anne, who had already walked through several cloakrooms, twitch the corners of her mouth and said in a rather helpless tone.

"But miss, this is the last one..."

"Huh? Oh, excuse me. ”

Audrey, who had already taken the "audience" potion, suddenly came to her senses, noticed the helplessness hidden under Anne's eyes, and stuck out her tongue a little embarrassedly and said.

She didn't know why she subconsciously paid attention to her appearance, in the past, although she was not casual, but she would not be so entangled.

Is it because of Madame Fernand's dinner tonight?

Shaking her head slightly, Audrey casually pointed to a long dress that was gold with a little silver light.

"That's it."

As the most famous master craftsman in the Kingdom of Rune, he made a gift for Audrey's sixteenth birthday.

This gilded dress was already the best dress in all her cloakrooms.

"Yes Miss."

Anne breathed a sigh of relief, took off her gilded dress, and began to prepare for Audrey's makeup.

Meanwhile, in the Beckland Hilston district, the Oak Detective Agency.

"The results of the investigation?"

A man with a rather rough face, who seemed to have a northerner's face, asked angrily.

And in front of him, there is Octotor, wearing a top hat and holding a cane. Detective Hiller.

Oakdor didn't answer, but silently handed a stack of documents to the man who looked like a northerner.

The room fell silent, except for the sound of pages being turned.

"Very well, here's the rest of the final payment."

Pulling out three one-pound bills, the man handed them to Octot, and after seeing that the other party had verified the authenticity, he turned and left the office.

Octotor looked at the departing man, his eyes flickered slightly, and the assistant on the side stepped forward smartly and asked.

"Mr. Oakdor, would you like to investigate his origins? The people he was going to investigate were obviously from that party, and maybe they were extraordinary. ”

Octotor glanced at his assistant and replied with some hatred.

"You know he can be extraordinary, why should he ask for trouble! What to do and what to do, Beckland may not be peaceful lately. ”

Taking a deep breath on his cigarette gun, Octotor closed his eyes in the smoke that was gradually filling up.

As the "arbiter" of Sequence 9, he felt a deep threat in that man's body.

"They're not good people."

In the slightly gloomy alley, the man stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face, and Nidora suddenly appeared. Scott's face, that is, Anthony. Slow's hidden identity after using the "Faceling".

Looking at the information of several men who had appeared at the gathering of the Extraordinary that had been identified by the detectives one by one, Anthony shook his head with emotion, and then threw the information into the wind, allowing it to be destroyed into pieces and drift away.

"Hmm... It's almost four o'clock, and it looks like they'll have one more night. ”

Recalling Mrs. Irma's advice to go back to the party in the evening when she went out this morning, Anthony couldn't help but feel a little helpless.

He seems to be the "mom boy" who hasn't grown up yet and has to be managed.

Shaking his head, Anthony did not intend to disobey his mother's words, and walked out into the street and began to wait for the subway.

Well, it doesn't sound like he fits in with his current status as a company CEO.

Laughing at himself, Anthony laughed a little in his heart, but the next moment his brows tightened.

He saw a familiar figure—

Ince. Zangwill!

How did he get to Hilston?

Skillfully concealing his own aura, Anthony did not directly avoid his gaze as he did last time.

He can be regarded as having a certain amount of self-protection ability now, at least he doesn't have to worry about being pressed to death by a finger.

Looking at Ince. Zangwill walked into a small shop that had been open before it was dark, and Anthony had even more doubt in his eyes.

He was under the impression that Ince. Zangwill's not a good woman, why now...

Before Anthony could think clearly, a nervous and neat pace interrupted his thoughts.

It's a police force, no, no, it's a night watchman in a police uniform!

Anthony's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked away without a trace.

"Where did he go? Eisen, you should do a divination! ”

"Wait a minute... Ince. Where did Zangwill go, Ince. Where did Zangwill go, Ince. Where did Zangwill go..."

Apparently, this team of Night Watchers also has a soothsayer.

Although their voices were muffled in their conversations, they did not hide from Anthony after his spiritual ascension.

"No, even if there is a problem with the '008' seal, I can't accurately judge him now, I can only be sure that it is in this area."

The soothsayer called Eisen opened his eyes a little pale, and he had just used the dream divination method.

"If it doesn't work, go back and tell the church, and let the bishop send someone to block this area directly!"

One of them, who seemed to be the leader of the squad, said a little irritably, causing the rest of the team to look at each other, but they could only nod.

They really couldn't have a better way.

"Eh, robbery!"