Ed's face looked a little ugly——
Seeing that the boss answered so readily, he knew that he must have lost money.
The goal of his trip was naturally not to practice bargaining with scammers. Although the intelligence officer swore, he was still not completely sure that this person was the "Wild Boar" El he was looking for, and he needed to investigate and confirm it himself.
Walking in like this and directly asking the boss to find someone is too blatant and will definitely make the target wary. So he decided to pretend to be a customer to find out the truth first, so he had the previous bargaining.
Edburn wanted to argue with the boss for a while longer and find an opportunity to bring the conversation to the target. But before he could continue the conversation, the "captain" in front of him had already opened his mouth to seal the deal.
Forget it, just one shilling for a shilling, at least the target has appeared... He could only comfort himself like this.
Dong dong dong——
The footsteps were dull, like an elephant stepping on the steps, and even the floor shook slightly. But the pace sounds very steady, indicating that the newcomer controls the center of gravity well.
This is indeed not like the footsteps of ordinary people.
Ed turned his body away, pretending to be looking at the products on the shelves, and observed the other person through the mirror on the side:
He has a potato-shaped figure, short black hair, thick lips, and a thick body. His face is as red as a ripe and rotten apple, and is covered with red acne marks.
The large wooden box in his arms was big enough for a person to hug him, and it made a clanking sound. Although it was very heavy, the fat man in front of him was not breathing hard at all.
It seems that he is "Wild Boar" Il himself.
Seeing that the other party is getting closer and closer, Ed is already 70% to 80% sure, but he still needs to confirm again——
"Ouch..." He turned around slowly, pretending not to notice that the other party was so close. He was startled, staggered half a step back, and his cane hit the long glass vase beside him. . The vase was teetering along the edge and was about to fall between the two of them.
Just before the vase hit the floor, a boot pressed against the edge of the vase to control the vase that was about to fall - it was the big brown leather boots worn by the fat man.
Clean and neat, without any unnecessary movement, the big wooden box in his hand didn't even shake.
"Idiot, you almost broke the exquisite crystal vase I traded from the Scarlet Islands." Denver thought it was the boy who did it and limped up, "If it breaks, I will deduct it from your wages! "
After that, he knelt down on his only remaining knee and carefully inspected the vase.
"I'm sorry, it's not his fault. It's all because I didn't notice..." Ed said with an apology in his tone, "By the way, why do I remember that the Scarlet Islands don't seem to produce crystals?"
As a tropical archipelago known for its complex landforms, the Scarlet Islands are rich in gems, rubber, tea, and tropical wood, but they have no crystal mineral deposits.
"Ah... maybe someone else transported it there. I did collect this vase from an indigenous chief."
"Is it okay?" Ed and El looked at each other.
"It doesn't matter." Il said angrily.
There was no response. It seemed that the person he met in the control room that night was not him.
"Put the box here, be careful! Don't knock the things... the treasures." Denver slapped the floor next to him and shouted loudly, then changed his face and said to Ed, "Look at what's inside here. Do you need anything? There are many treasures in the treasure room."
"boom--"
The collision of the wooden box with the floor stirred up a layer of dust, and Ed bent down, pretending to pick at it.
Although he can definitely deal head-on with a Level 2 Extraordinary who can't use secret texts, fighting here will inevitably hurt innocent people...
But is this shop owner considered innocent? This issue is probably worth debating.
The most important thing is that even if Ed catches the wild boar El, the other party may not reveal the real information to him. If you want to get real and credible information, you must use some "special means"...
"Forget it." After picking through the junk pile for a while, Ed patted the dust on his gloves and said with a slight regret, "Let's just buy these for now."
"It doesn't matter, Captain Denver's magical treasure room will be updated every month, so remember to come and check it out often!"
Ed's behavior seemed to be expected by Wooden-Legged Denver. After all, the boxes were full of junk that no one wanted. He opened his legs and pulled his butt back on the chair, took a sip from the wine bottle, and greeted El:
"Okay, let's move the box back."
El's Adam's apple squirmed, as if he wanted to cough up phlegm, but in the end he bent down and picked up the box...
…
Late at night, a rustling sound woke El from his groggy dream.
Damn mice…
El moved his lips and turned over.
Il was already used to this kind of sound. In the first few days after arriving, he had been vigilant and had to get up every time he heard a slight noise in the middle of the night. As a result, he was exhausted by these damn little mice every time.
He could kill these damn little animals with a little finger, but finding them was an impossible task - the rats would hide in the cracks of the garbage, and he didn't dare touch the garbage for fear of Cripple Denver gives him trouble.
As for hiring someone to take care of it... Cripple Denver is a cheapskate and would never hire a rat catcher.
These little mice reminded him of Fitz, that annoying guy who liked to hide in mice. Fitz behaves exactly like these mice: timid, cunning, and always grinding his teeth endlessly and making annoying noises.
Hoffender is the other extreme - a brutal and greedy guy, full of violence and bloodlust. If it wasn't for making a lot of money, he wouldn't work with such a person.
Who would have imagined that he would be like a mouse now, hiding in a humid and hot cellar incognito, being bossed around by an old and bad lame man.
Just bear with it a little longer... Believe in the crow's prophecy. I'll get the money.
After all, every word he said came true.
