Since Pan Longken is willing to make "small money", the boss of Banlite will naturally not stop him. Not only not, but he also helped Pan Long introduce a few jobs.

The first job came from the writer Anche, who lived upstairs in the hotel, and although this dwarf was a priest and had some strength, he was actually quite a good man. On the way not far from here, he had an ogre rob him. Interestingly, the ogre didn't kill him, but only snatched his belt.

"It's unbelievable!" When Pan Long asked him for the details of the mission, the dwarf blew his beard and glared, "He has no interest in the book I wrote, he only wants my belt!

"What makes you more angry than being robbed is that the ogre has no interest in the book you wrote?" Pan Long asked with interest.

"Of course! Writing is my life! He even denied my work, which is second only to killing me!"

"So...... What do you want me to do?" Pan Long asked, "Snatch your belt back?"

"Of course! It is better to teach it a hard lesson! Let it know what a serious mistake it is to look down on a writer!" the dwarf cried, "I will pay you a sum of money, double the price of its head, 100 gold!"

Pan Long thought for a while and asked, "What if I could do more?"

The dwarf looked at him suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

"For example, if I could catch it and make it admit in public that it had missed a great book, and read your work with sincerity and be moved to tears...... Can you pay me more?"

The dwarf looked at him with retarded eyes: "Ogres are illiterate. ”

"Well, why are you angry? It can't read, and it's useless to snatch your books. Pan Long felt that he could not understand the dwarf's way of thinking.

The dwarf looked at him with even more mentally retarded eyes: "It is illiterate or not, what does it matter if I am angry or not?"

Pan Long closed his mouth, and he began to wonder if he had made a mistake.

When he came downstairs and saw the boss of Belite chatting happily with the drinkers, he felt that he should be mistaken.

"Boss. He leaned over to Bandert and whispered, "That compatriot of yours—the one who was robbed of his belt." His brain is not ......"

Banlit understood what he meant, and gave him a very subtle smile: "Pan, you know, Anche is a priest. ”

"What's wrong with the priest?"

"Pastors, they just need to sense God, they don't need to think about things that are too complicated. ”

Pan Long looked up at the sky, silent.

(I'm stupid!)

He decided not to rush to the task of the brainless bastard dwarf, but to go back to the woods where he had fought last night.

There may be something there that can be cleaned up.

Asked the boss of Barmett to borrow a large backpack, he rushed back to the woods.

Unfortunately, some traces of the previous battle can still be found, but the loot that could have been taken away is gone—probably nothing more than goblins or something, and they've all been taken.

In the woods, only the empty carriage was still parked on the road.

He thought about it for a long time, and finally acted as a pack horse himself, and pulled the carriage to the Friendly Arm Hotel.

"Do you think I should sell the car, or should I buy a horse?" he asked.

The boss of Belite replied: "This light carriage is not worth much, if you want to buy it, you can buy a new one for about 15 gold coins." And to buy a horse costs 75 gold, and you also have to buy a lot of beans for the horse to eat on the road. ”

Pan Long was stunned for a moment: "This car is not worth much?"

"Of course, it's the four-wheeled carriage that is valuable, and the two-wheeled one is not valuable. ”

"Is there a lot of difference in size?"

"It's not just about the size, it's about the difficulty of manufacturing. I don't know much about this, but I know the price. A four-wheeled carriage generally costs about 250 gold coins for one cart and two horses. And this kind of two-wheeled vehicle, if you buy a slightly better horse, for example, about 100 gold coins, you can ask the family to send a car. ”

Pan Long sighed: "So, I worked so hard to drag it back, and I only earned 15 gold coins?"

Barmett poured cold water on him: "It is correct to say that there are no 15 gold coins, because if you want to sell it to me, I can only give up to 5 gold coins." ”

Pan Long was amused by these sincere words: "Then I might as well buy a horse! I need a carriage anyway!"

"yes, that's what I thought, too. "I have a few ponies here, and although they are not powerful enough, they must be enough to pull carts, and they don't pick fodder, so they can usually eat grass." Interested? A horse costs only 35 gold coins and comes with a full set of horse harnesses. ”

Pan Long was silent for a moment and asked, "Boss, do you believe in the goddess of wealth?"

"No, my wife and I both believe in the god of knowledge. ”

"Then you're really in the wrong business!"

Despite this criticism, Pan Long eventually bought a pony, a short and unattractive gray horse, along with a set of harness, plus two bags of beans, and a short bow and five bags of arrows, and a tent, some dry food, water bags, etc., plus a somewhat old lock-picking set, a total of one hundred gold coins.

Exactly two ogre's heads.

"I always feel like I'm losing a bit of a business in this business. Pan Long sat in the driver's seat, looking at the several boxes containing travel necessities in the carriage, and couldn't help muttering a little.

"I'm here to take risks and make money, why do I seem to have become a businessman?"

"If you want to do business, of course. "But we don't have much to produce here, so you might have to go to Nasikai to buy iron ore and sell it at Baldur's Gate, which is quite profitable." ”

Pan Long sighed helplessly, drove the carriage, and left the hotel.

Two days later, he returned to the hotel, and the car was piled up with a lot of messy things, not to mention a big bag, and an ogre who had been tied up like a rice dumpling with a thick rope, and had been beaten with a blue nose and swollen face.

The entire Friendly Arm was alarmed, and everyone rushed to watch the young adventurer who had captured the ogre alive, while Pan Long asked for help in calling out the dwarven priest who was not very good-witted.

"Pastor Angcher. When the dwarf who was a writer appeared before him, he said, "As promised, I have taken the guy who snatched your belt, and now you can read your book to him, and I promise he will read it carefully." ”

"Impossible!" muttered the dwarf, "the ogre is illiterate. ”

"I tried and I didn't lose anything. The drinkers encouraged him, "Try it!"

So Ang Xie took out a book and handed it to Pan Long.

Pan Long untied the rope from the ogre, and the ogre did not run away, but honestly took the book and read it carefully.

This scene shocked everyone, many of the people here are believers in the God of Knowledge, especially Garana, the wife of the boss of Ballit, who is a priest. When she saw that the stupid and savage ogre could also read, she was so excited that she burst into tears.

After a while, the ogre put down the book and said affectionately, "This book is so well written! I want to take it with me, read it often, and leave it to my children and grandchildren as heirlooms in the future!"

"Of course you can!" Ang Che trembled with excitement, the dwarf felt that he had reached the pinnacle of his life, and that among so many great writers throughout the ages, who could have written something that even ogres were moved by?

No, there was no one but him!

If it weren't for the fact that his body was too fat and his belly was too fat, he felt that he could simply fly with his feet and beat the beat!

"Today I have a treat!" he cried, "take out all the ale and fill it up for all, and let us celebrate, and revel in the great achievements of literature and art!"

Of course, he didn't forget to take the magic belt that he had spent a lot of money on from Pan Long, nor did he forget to pay Pan Long.

Two hundred gold coins!

When everyone went in to celebrate, Pan Long smiled and patted the ogre's head.

"See, reading is still very useful. He said, "Your head is worth only fifty, but if you can read, the very thing is worth two hundred." ”

The ogre winced and looked at him, making a sound that he couldn't understand.

It was the language of the giants, and the ogres spoke it.

"Shut up!" Pan Long slapped it hard, "If you dare to smash the show, I'll screw your head off in exchange for a bounty!"

The ogre shrunk his head, clumped his body together, curled up in the carriage, and placed the rope on his body, pretending to be tied.

Pan Long smiled with satisfaction, drove the carriage, and took it away from the hotel.

"According to the rules, I should have slashed you to death. Although he knew that the other party didn't understand, he still said unhurriedly, "But, your performance is very good, and it fully meets my requirements." So according to the agreement, I will spare your life. ”

The ogre saw kindness in his face and showed joy.

"But I warn you, if I find out that you are hurting someone, or if you are encountered by another adventurer, you will still die. Pan Long said coldly, "You are a monster, we are adventurers, and no one will show mercy to your subordinates until you can learn our language and communicate with us normally." ”

"In the end, leave with the little life you got lucky to pick up, and it's better never to return to the realm of civilized society!"

The ogre walked away, taking Anxie's book with him.

Pan Long sat in the carriage, watched it go all the way away, and finally disappeared, nodded, and drove away.

"Ogre reading?" he laughed self-deprecatingly, "this thing doesn't even speak the lingua franca, read a book!"

The ogre had just been forced to learn a few words by him with his fist in the past few days, and in fact, it didn't even understand what those words meant.

If it encounters other humans in the future, hopefully it won't fight them while saying things like "this book is so well written."

That kind of scene must be funny......

[You have completed an unprecedented deception, and your camp has shifted a little in the direction of chaotic neutrality.] 】

[In the dark, you sense that some great being is interested in you. 】

Pan Long silently closed the log, ignoring the prompt above.