"If the result is good, everything is good, you get the taxes, and the adventurers have back, isn't that entirely a good thing?"

Feeling neglected, Pickman sets up a round for the crowd, as if he had agreed with Drow before he came that he was going to sing red-faced.

But actually......

"Who are you?"

Cavendi looked down at the halfling sharply, and threatened without saying a word: "If you make any more trouble here, I'll find someone to check on your guild in the afternoon." ”

Rosona is the Rosona of Drow, or Rosona is the legal people, and it is not the turn of the stateless halfling to put the beak.

Pickman, who was threatened with a tax audit, had no choice but to smile and wave his hand: "It's a big deal that the guild goes bankrupt once, so you should go first." ”

Anyway, the registered capital of their guild is only 500 gold coins.

The tax collector was even more angry, but it was too late to deal with this petty evil.

Then she looked at the Dragonborn who was covered with water stains on her chest: "Whether you are strictly taxed or not, as long as you want to do business in Rossona, you have to cooperate with us, I don't care which family you have reached any agreement, let's see, I will definitely get back the taxes that should be paid when you enter the city!" ”

With that, Drow turned around angrily and led the people out of the caravan inn, apparently to check the law in many ways.

"Is this the harmony of your church?"

Lily thought that if her understanding of the word was correct, the C caravan would definitely be considered a black merchant!

"Not only to make money in harmony, but also to squander money with righteousness, make good connections, and leave a glimmer of life." Donal was not straightforward or strong, "But is it still a businessman if you don't play some mind games with the enforcers, and the money is better in the hands of someone with enough intelligence to match it." ”

"Like dragons?"

"And the Dragonborn."

"I'd better keep a few scrolls of atonement on hand."

Although the rat rat guessed that the other party might have other considerations, if this was Waukin's holy warrior, he was afraid that he would lose his ability......

Sending off the enforcers of the Mirim family, the caravan was able to receive the leader from the Hard Work Guild.

The latter is naturally here for a long-term cooperation.

Don't look at the "Adventurer's Guild", which has opened up many planes for a living, but this line of work is actually extremely difficult.

Adventurers will die and cause trouble, missions will fail and lose money, reputation needs to be managed, mission sources must be excavated, and at the same time, the relationship between local gangs, law enforcers and other forces must be dealt with, and backup supplies need to be met.

Not to mention that some missions fail, the most serious consequences are enough to wipe out the entire guild completely.

At first glance, it seems to be a service business similar to other guilds, but only those who are strong enough and sophisticated enough can succeed.

At first, Pickman didn't pay much attention to the modification of the Holy Water and weapons by the C caravan, but when he learned about the composition of the members, he was no longer reserved.

It wasn't until this concern exploded when he witnessed the snow of holy water for the past two days that he no longer hesitated.

Ice and snow containing divine power fell from the clouds, covering the entire land of ghosts with precision, and for two days, all the undead creatures were suppressed to the point that they did not even dare to show their faces, and they hid underground to defend themselves like corpses.

Snow fell from above, and many adventurers speculated that it was a miracle caused by a priest.

But the spellcasters of the Hardworking Guild have found out the truth - the ice and snow that fell from the sky and the holy water sold by the C caravan are completely the same brand and one ingredient!

This group of businessmen from the outside world not only has excellent commercial strength, but also does not reduce the price of surplus goods even if they are dumped.

This is definitely a must-have literacy for top businessmen!

"Well, that's actually because ......"

Facing the guild leader who knew the truth, Donal's face was very strange.

The capacity of the Shangbi is too small, and the amount made by Chen Zhou is too large, and there is nowhere to put it if it is not poured out.

Donal smiled happily, "Of course, we also welcome local adventurers to cooperate with us, can you tell me about your guild?" ”

"Of course!"

Pickman nodded repeatedly, this guild that was very popular in the lower city was his pride!

"Our guild is different from the structure of ordinary adventurers' guilds, it is more like a small circle formed by adventurers gathered, and I am the leader of all adventurers."

Sitting on a luxurious treasure chest much higher than a chair, the halfling told his business philosophy: "The adventurer's training, equipment and other logistical supplies are provided by the guild, so that any ordinary person with potential can grow into an excellent professional step by step." ”

The Hard Work Guild signs an agreement with adventurers, focusing on improving their strength, personally planning the team configuration of members, and other details that affect the success rate of the mission.

While this allowed the adventure party to cede a great deal of power, it also increased the success rate and survival rate of the mission.

After all, many times, adventurers are just a rabble of people who have a good time talking in a tavern and get together.

As a wandering swordsman who once came from a professional adventure team, Pickman's strength, insight, and intelligence can bring greater help to adventurers.

At the same time, adventurers who sign up with the Hardworking Guild need to be assigned by the guild, and the quest source is limited.

But it's a good deal in the long run......

While the halfling was exchanging business ideas with Donal, the people who had known about it as early as the first day of gathering information couldn't help but whisper.

"I've always wondered why Sneik would agree to someone else sitting on it."

"Maybe it's because ...... Isn't it better to carry out an assassination? Wait, Sneck is going to assassinate Lily?'

The Mimic denied: "No." ”

And Chen Zhou, who was far away from the plane, was ready to move: "When this adventure is over, how about we open a guild and try it?" Of course, it has to be a plane that I can get into. ”

"Okay, to Abbyron or to Oss?"

Chen Zhou actually wanted to go to Azeroth.

"I recommend going to Attas." The Mimic suggested, "You might be able to do something. ”

Before Chen Zhou could understand what Atas was, Donal had already reached a cooperation with President Pickman.

The only Dragonborn who was working seriously glanced at the members helplessly, something was wrong, why was he the only one in the team who was working when Cen couldn't come?

No, those former Astral Pirates must be crushed!

"President Donal, leave the matter of the wasteland protective suit to your Chamber of Commerce."

The contented halfling waved to the Dragonborn and his incredible friends, and hopped out of the inn.

Outside the window, shadows were in the sky, fog was filled, stars and moon were hanging high, and the time had unconsciously come to evening.

On the evening of the third day after the departure of the people from the Tower of the Stars, a certain "Kalinta Immortal" fulfilled the agreed time.

Donal, who had been busy with business for three whole days, said in an extremely brisk tone: "Let's go, let's take a boat back to the Star Boundary, and take a good look at how Cen was taught the Fa." ”

(End of chapter)