"Master, why are we going to the City of Chaos? Is it just for the fat-headed fish?" Joey asked in a low voice as he helped Master Rom take off his thick cotton clothes.
Joss, who was making the bed beside him, also looked at Röhm. Although he set off more than a month later than originally planned, the news that Master Röhm was leaving Eisentier Castle still caused quite a shock. The day of departure came. Many people came to see them off, including many visitors who had been waiting at the door for a long time.
Master Rom, who almost never traveled far, left the forge where he had stayed for hundreds of years. This fact in itself was very strange.
The choice of the destination as the city of chaos is even more surprising.
The master did not have any special experiences there in his life.
Joey and Joss can probably guess some of the reasons. Master Rom has been preparing to move since Mr. Mag came last time.
"It was the fat-headed fish that made me figure it out. I have lived for forging all my life, and I have forged one magic weapon after another that attracts people, and I have gained some fame. But what has happened to me is nothing but endless Apart from orders and requests, it does not bring substantial benefits.
While my mind is still clear, I also want to live in a fresh place. In the remaining time, I just want to make another weapon, a weapon that is different from the past. "Master Rom sat on the edge of the bed and said with a smile.
"Then those commissions I received before..." Joey whispered.
"Put it all away. I don't have time to help them make those things anymore." Rom shook his head and said with a smile: "That's not what I want to do. They don't deserve this last weapon. They have to keep it." For those who are destined.”
"Yes." Joey nodded, with a bit of sadness in his eyes.
Joss also stood aside silently, not knowing what to say.
"Dwarves are going to die eventually. I have lived for more than four hundred years, which is long enough." Rom looked at the two of them and smiled: "Speaking of which, I have never properly accepted a disciple. You two You have endured a lot of hardships following me. In the coming days, study hard. How much you can learn depends on your ability and endurance."
"Yes." Joey and Joss agreed quickly, their eyes lighting up.
…
"Master, there are too many bad guys. Why don't we kill some of them? Keeping them is a waste of food and air anyway." Connie followed Rex in Basti Prison and looked at the increasingly overcrowded prison. , I couldn’t block the stench even if I covered my nose, and frowned.
"Killing a person is the most lenient punishment for the crime he committed." Rex said expressionlessly as he broke off the hand of a prisoner who was trying to open the lock and stuffed it back, and continued to move forward.
"Then what's the point of keeping them here?" Connie was a little confused.
"Let them die happily." Rex replied calmly.
Connie glanced at the cell next to where the fight was taking place. Seven or eight prisoners were crammed into a cell that could only accommodate two people. It was impossible for them to live comfortably and comfortably no matter what.
"Master, I'm going home the day after tomorrow. Will you go back with me?" Connie walked a few steps quickly to keep up with Rex, and asked in a low voice, looking at him expectantly.
"No." Rex's answer was as simple as ever.
"Master, you may lose your apprentice forever." Connie rolled her eyes.
"It's okay, I think like this every time you go out."
"Goodbye!" Connie turned and left angrily.
ten minutes later.
"Huh? Master, why did you get in front of me?"
Twenty minutes later.
"Huh? Master, how come it's such a coincidence?"
Thirty minutes later.
"Huh? Master, are you lost too?"
Rex: "..."
…
In a magnificent hall of Marquis Manor, Bowen paced back and forth in the hall, his eyebrows were filled with joy, and he said to himself: "Oh, this guy really got himself into trouble."
"Master, after all, Bennett is a member of our Marquis family. Will this matter have some bad impact on us, or even affect us?" The old housekeeper asked with some worry.
"He is a lowly illegitimate son of a prostitute. He is afraid that others will not know his identity. He always advertises that he is a member of the Marquis family. He is coveting the position of my clan leader. But I knew that his money came from a shady way, and I am afraid that sooner or later he will One day he will implicate us and let the family's property and others draw a clear line between him and him. Even if he commits a big crime, it has nothing to do with our Marquis family." Bowen said with a relaxed smile.
"Master has foresight." The old butler quickly arranged the flattery, thought for a while, and said: "Master, although the brothels and gambling houses opened by Bennet have been closed down, his men have also been cleared over the years. There are few properties, such as the teahouse, several gold shops and medicine shops, which are all valuable shops and businesses. Now that he has entered, the gambling house and brothel will definitely be gone, but those shops and properties, we …”
"Since he has gone in and committed such a big thing, he will probably not be able to come out. Naturally, these properties belong to our Marquis family." The smile on Bowen's face became brighter, he stopped and looked at The old housekeeper said: "You go and worry about the accountant and manpower now. We will take over those shops and properties early tomorrow morning."
"Yes." The old housekeeper responded, turned around and left quickly.
"God is really helping me. Not only did Bennet get rid of this scourge, but he also gave me such a generous gift. Although Mag from Maimi's Restaurant is not a good person, I really need to thank him for this." Bowen smiled cheerfully and said that by taking over these Bennet properties, the strength of the Marquis family will be greatly improved, and the gap opened by the Moulton and Buffett families can be shortened.
"It's a pity those gambling houses and brothels, those are the real cash cows." Bowen said with some regret, but he knew exactly what Bennet relied on to make a fortune.
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In the city lord's mansion, the lights are still on in the secret room.
"I am not involved in the internal affairs of the Gray Temple, but the incident at Maimi's Restaurant still needs to be properly handled. Although the tempers of these two people seem to have improved recently, and they are starting to survive, they are about to leave for the Twilight Forest. That is what concerns the situation in Nolan Continent, and we must ensure that their rear area is worry-free." Michael looked at Roland with a solemn expression and said.
"I will thoroughly investigate the matter in the Inspection Department. Although there is currently no evidence that Godala is involved, I still transferred him to the reserve department as a casual post. Inspections of various departments will soon be carried out." Roland He drew circles on the table with his fingers and said with a bit of self-blame: "We spend too much energy on external things, thinking that the system can make everything run perfectly, but we have not seen through people's hearts."
