It turns out that this is the reason. It seems that it is not easy for anyone.
But fortunately, by chance, the matter of them entering the noble area was solved perfectly.
Tracking the night elves can also be put on the agenda.
It's a good thing that boy didn't run further.
Mai Fan looked at the yellow dot on the map. The night elf stopped at an edge area after entering the noble area.
"Go this way."
If the noble district is also divided into three, six or nine levels, then the area where the night elves are stagnant will be the slums of the noble district.
There is a very special residential area set against the backdrop of a single-family villa and luxurious manor.
The houses here are basically rows.
It can't be said to be bad, after all, everyone has independent housing.
But once the title of nobility is attached.
There are too many people living here.
Their gardens are next to each other and their facilities are shared.
I bought food and clothing from very exquisite shops, but it was not enough...
There are no servants of your own, no dedicated chef, and the butler will take care of your own clothes.
Then this nobleman is no longer a nobleman. How is this different from the life of ordinary wealthy businessmen outside?
He only has the title of nobility, but it brings shame to the word nobility.
So the people living in this area are very conflicted.
He is obviously in despair, but he still wants to pretend to be fat. Try to maintain your dignity as much as possible and try to restore your past glory.
The night elf who was followed by Mai Fan had a very bad journey.
Because on the road he met many people who were collecting debts from him.
These people include the owner of the food store, the clerk in the bakery, and the one who urged him the most is the pharmacist who dispenses medicine for his wife.
He had not walked this road for many days.
Because if you want to walk along this road, you must pass by the pharmacy that looks very decorated.
As the old owner of this pharmacy, he should be very popular with the store owner.
But on the contrary, every time he passed by here, he would be frightened and run as fast as flying.
Because he owed the pharmacy owner a large sum of money.
He can't afford this money yet.
But today he has to pass here.
Because if he can no longer get the potion. His wife might not survive the day.
Ding dong…
The bell at the door of the shop alerted the boss that a customer had arrived.
The owner of this shop is also a pharmacist himself.
He was originally smiling when he heard that there were guests.
However, when he saw the person clearly, his face drooped.
As a race with a face longer than a horse, after such a pile of words, the face will almost hit the floor.
"Why are you here again? Are you coming to pay me back?"
The night elf stood at the door, with a look of embarrassment on his supposedly gorgeous face.
This expression would make any woman moved... but it did not impress the owner of this shop.
"I won't accept your advice. If you have money, pay it back. If you don't have money, get out."
"Well..." the night elf said, "I want to ask if you can give me another stabilizing potion."
"You only need one. It only lasts for these three days."
The pharmacist sighed.
"I told you that stabilizing potions are useless."
"I want to completely solve your wife's problem."
"It's not something my small shop can do."
"Go to the most famous wizard in the city."
"Then you can have the top wizard of the undead clan with independent insurance in the city."
"Only he can solve your wife's problem."
"No matter how many potions you get from me, it will only make your wife more miserable."
The night elf smiled bitterly when he heard these words.
"You think I haven't tried it, but I can't even get into that area."
"It is not the guards of the Dark City who guard that area."
"That lord has the privilege of manning his own guards."
"Around his castle were mountains of skeletons."
"I would like to request that this adult must wade through the zombie sea of Skeleton Mountain to do his work."
"With my small physique, I'm not even qualified to get started."
The outstanding appearance of the night elves has no effect in front of this adult.
"Yes, but I'm not doing charity here."
"You already owe me 35 gold coins."
"I can't give you any more potions on credit until you pay off the debt."
“My business relies entirely on these small, low-profit transactions.”
After all, the great nobles all have their own pharmacists, and there are more than one.
If he hadn't been a man who advocated freedom and wouldn't want to work for any family.
As a distinguished pharmacist, he will never show his face outside.
"Well, let's do that."
The night elf struggled for a long time and took out a small badge from his arms.
He fumbled for the badge in his hand and handed it to the pharmacist with some reluctance.
“What if I use this as collateral?”
The pharmacist took it and took a look and was extremely surprised: "Do you really want to use this as a mortgage?"
"This is a sign of your noble status."
"You must know your current title."
"Although it's not very high. But it's not the lowest either."
"Be able to bring someone into the aristocratic area for free."
"This can be sold at a high price on the black market."
"And isn't this badge the only way your wife can live in this area?"
"You have thought about it."
"If you cannot redeem this badge, you will lose your noble status and your wife will no longer be able to live here."
"As a night elf, would you go to live with a group of ordinary people in an ordinary area?"
"Have you ever thought about what would happen if Madam didn't drag you down?"
"Maybe your life wouldn't be what it is now."
The pharmacist's advice was really from the perspective of the night elves.
Who knew that after hearing these words, the night elf suddenly became excited: "I will never abandon my wife! She is my life."
"What's the use of having a noble title if you don't even have a life."
"I just want to use this medal as a mortgage. Three days, just give me three days, and I will bring enough money to redeem my medal."
Seeing that the elegant night elf lost such a temper.
The pharmacy owner knew he was serious.
He shook his head helplessly, sighed, and returned to his desk.
"Take it, it's enough for two."
"Enough to last you a week."
