A dragon who doesn't want to be a killer is not a good businessman

Mogan, who had been troubled for a long time, finally caught the "real culprit" who had been bothering him so much lately.

The problem is that this is still not a problem that can be solved directly. Mogan never imagined that the bloodline that peacefully coexists with him would experience abnormalities at this time.

Why?

"fine."

With this thought in his mind, Mogan rubbed his temples, dealt with Dolanduo first, and then continued on his original journey, arriving at the place soon.

The location of the Knights and Mirandi's house is more at the junction of the commercial area and the residential area, which is the most prosperous and expensive area.

To find the most affordable hotel in the city, you naturally have to give up some convenience and consider more remote urban areas as a compromise.

However, for Mogan, especially at night when there are few people and it is not easy to arouse suspicion, there is not much difference between the distance and the distance. On the contrary, the more hidden location makes him feel at ease.

Hunter Hotel.

The overall building of this hotel presents an antique style, but the interior and exterior decoration can be called minimalist. A sign "Welcome to Hunter Hotel" hangs at the door.

There are other infrastructure facilities next to the hotel. There is a pub and restaurant on one side, which can basically meet everyone's requirements.

Their furnishings are even more splendid than the Hunter Hotel, but even more bleak in comparison.

Because it seemed to be a private membership-only tavern, and it looked deserted. Two strong men on one side, one on the left and one on the right, were guarding the door. Through the crack in the window, you could see the lights inside.

The other is a well-known black shop, which can only trap new customers who come from afar, sit down, see the menu, and leave without shame.

Due to the combined influence of these, especially the latter, the Hunter Hotel was not very popular, so it could only rely on lowering prices to attract guests who knew how to save money, which led to Morgan's choice.

However, Mogan just briefly looked at the hotel and it matched his imagination, so he went straight to the hotel counter, not wanting to delve too deeply into it.

Cities, villages, small towns, everywhere have their own secrets. Most of the secrets have nothing to do with him, and nothing will happen if they don't interfere with each other.

The dressed-up front desk girl in front of the counter was originally reading a heavy book seriously, but she raised her head the first moment she saw a customer coming to the door.

Mogan said, "I want two guest rooms."

"OK."

The receptionist spoke without any unnecessary politeness. In addition, he accepted the deposit from Mo Gan and asked the guest to wait in front of the reception desk.

Morgan tapped the table at the front desk with his knuckles. This was the way he reminded the other party when thinking and talking, and it was also similar to a habit he had developed when confirming the quality of goods for a long time.

The main reason is that he will live in this place for a long time, and it is important to check whether the people who appear around him for a long time are any potential safety hazards to him.

He quickly discovered the faint water marks and dark oil stains on the front desk girl's sleeves, and there was no food or water glass on the table.

The restaurant next door had just finished its business hours, so it was logical to infer that the front desk clerk might have been working in the restaurant before his shift.

Scanning the table with a scrutinizing gaze, Mogan originally just wanted to confirm whether the reading status of the book was consistent with the inference, but suddenly the corner of his mouth twitched, but he quickly concealed his unusual expression.

Mainly because the title on the cover of the book is undisguised and straightforward in seven large characters.

"How to become rich".

Mo Gan actually appreciates this kind of purity without concealing personal goals, but he just doesn't think that this kind of mysterious and idle book is very useful.

The front desk quickly completed the formalities. Unexpectedly, a guest extrapolated his own mental journey, took out items from the drawer, and handed Mo Gan two keys.

At this moment, a man in a red cloak also walked into the door.

This time is really not a time when customers usually come to the door, but the girl at the front desk, who is well versed in "becoming a rich person", obviously doesn't care much about this abnormality and even waved.

know?

This thought flashed through Mo Gan's mind, but it was just a flash, a purely instinctive judgment, and he didn't want to delve into it.

He quickly reached the stairs of the hotel, and just as he was about to go upstairs at the corner, he heard an extra sound, which stopped him in his tracks.

Crisp sound.

The front countertop he had just touched made a sound when it collided with a dense, precious and shining metal.

Gold, gold coins.

This time, it wasn't just the greed that existed in Mo Gan's heart that was causing trouble.

The first inducement lies in the fact that I just accidentally discovered - Mogan's bloodline seems to affect his will.

Although it had always been a joke in the past, it seems that starting from the triggering of the dragon flame, Mo Gan began to truly feel what "the dragon's blood will boil with the smell of gold".

Maybe some of the Dragon Clan’s arrogant and unreasonable words are actually documentary declarations?

Although it was not a smell but a sound, at the moment when he relied on experience to determine the gold coin that fell on the table, Mo Gan felt as if his heart was being pulled down by something, and he held his breath.

But this only lasted half a second.

Restraining the appearance of greed is itself a required course that Mo Gan has been learning continuously since he was born. Compared with other emotions, the response to this emotion will not make him lose control like when he burned small advertisements.

The second reason that prompted him to really stop was the thought that kept flashing in Mogan's mind when he was trying to recall his sanity.

According to the loudness of the sound, a gold coin fell on the front desk of Hunter Hotel.

According to common sense, even if the fee is set for dozens of days at a time, it is absolutely impossible to require a deposit of one gold coin. What is even more intriguing is that the girl at the front desk does not seem to be surprised by this.

The doubts reached the upper limit of Morgan's tolerance.

In the end, he held his breath and stayed at the corner of the stairs, reducing his sense of presence, and at the same time, he glanced towards the front desk from the corner of his eye.

A short man wearing a red cloak, and a girl at the front desk with a normal expression.

Mo Gan's gaze only stayed for a moment, and he captured all the information he could detect as quickly as possible. Then he quickly retracted all suspicious gazes and continued walking up.

It only lasts a few seconds in total, but it's enough.

With Morgan's senses, he did not capture the existence of any conversational sounds. It seemed that someone in front of the stage deliberately blocked this signal, or the conversation had not yet started.

If it was the latter, it would probably be even more intriguing, because Morgan didn't detect any magical aura from the man in the red cloak.

In any case, the moment Mogan quickly glanced over with his peripheral vision, the scene he saw was the red cloak placing the gold coins on the table, and the ordinary front desk girl was not surprised by this.

Not just that.

Judging from the shape of the hand holding out the gold coin, the person walking into the hotel under the red cloak should be a woman. The ring on her thumb was perfectly shaped and inlaid with a huge red crystal.

Not only was it the sound, but Mogan was also horrified to realize that the crystal, which he could tell was a magical material, did not leak any magical power that he could detect.

The above are all the doubtful points he can find.

But Morgan Grande now has a foreign aid accompanying him.

"What did you see?"

When he walked upstairs, he also suppressed all possible channels for spreading information and asked Dorlando questions in a low voice.