A strange world

Chapter 927 Chapter 158. Moonlight Street

Annan couldn't understand their behavior.

Still after signing the land deed, the new Ministry of Interior official whispered to him that it was said that someone had picked the ruins of Solundor and wanted to prevent Annan from getting it.

After all, the ruins of Solendur are valuable not only for the land itself, but also for the access to the Underhive, which is simply a natural hotbed of evil.

But what Oulin said was more in line with Annan's understanding: the faction that invited the Kingdom of Ruikan'er suffered a big loss, but there was no reason to cause trouble to Annan, so they took this opportunity to test how far their ancestors would protect Annan.

As a result, as soon as Annan mentioned "Sister Aliyes", they were so scared that they shrank back.

In short, with the title deed, Annan is already the nominal owner of the ruins of Solondor.

The first thing they had to do was hire someone to clear out the rubble. Idilia knew that Annan had been coveting the bottom nest for a long time, and found a gang who was familiar with the bottom nest - when that gang learned that they were being targeted by the Lord of the Floating City, they were already preparing to make funeral arrangements.

"Do you know why I'm looking for you?"

Francois stared at the nervous leader of the Black Wolf Gang.

"have no idea……"

The majestic gang leader in front of the gang now shrank his shoulders and trembled, like a little girl who was bullied.

"Have you always been in contact with Dichao?"

"It has nothing to do with me!" He begged for mercy loudly with his soft lips: "They are all trafficking in people, robbing and killing people, and our Black Wolf Gang only collects some protection fees..."

"I know, so now we are looking for you instead of the Knights." Who knows how hard it is for them to find a cleaner gang from the bottom nest.

Oulin has already taken the knights to clean up, leaving the Black Wolf Gang to work for Annan.

The leader of the Black Wolf Gang immediately understood that Lord Annan wanted him to be the Gray Glove, and he suddenly trembled with excitement: "My Black Wolf Gang is willing to do anything for Lord Annan!"

Kolmi burst into tears. He was looked down upon by other gangs because of his timidity, and even the Gray Gloves couldn't get his turn. What now? My boss is Jack! It's Potter! It's Dracula! Annan Reeves!

Francois clicked his tongue lightly, but it was unnecessary to say: "Okay, from now on, your Black Wolf Gang will be a member of Liberty City. Someone will show you the Liberty City Code later. All you need to do now is Three things: First, self-examination. Send members of the gang who have done more than stealing to the city guard. Second, recruit workers in the bottom nest. Third, stop any civilians who want to enter the bottom nest. ”

"No problem! Uh..." Kermi asked guiltily: "What about the other gangs."

Francois deadpanned: "They cease to exist from today on."

Kermi really cried. He lay on the ground with a red face and rubbed at Francois's feet, holding up his boots to lick them.

"What are you doing!" Francois backed away quickly.

"The bard said that a slave must lick his boots in order to be loyal to his master..."

"No need, you are not a slave." Francois glanced at the shoe with disgust: "A stinky man also wants to lick my feet?"

Kermi retracted his tongue in embarrassment: "I'm going to work now!"

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Residents living around the ruins of Solondor were surprised to find that there were suddenly many workers in the ruins that they usually saw when they went out. They looked dirty and thin, and they were ordered by the foreman to clear away the truckloads of gravel.

You know, the ruins of Solondor have been standing here for many years, like ugly scars on the mountainside of Mount Montreal. Over the years, officials have tried to clean up, but they always failed for inexplicable reasons.

Outsiders say it's because the ruins of Solondor were cursed because of the royal blood spilled on them. The locals would only say nonsense: they all knew that the ruins of Solendor were not bulldozed because of gangs, but it was not just gangs. After all, even a ten-year-old child knows that there are big figures one after another behind these powerful gangs.

But now, the only big people they saw were a group of knights running wildly on the streets and gang members running for their lives and begging for mercy.

Therefore, the changes in the ruins of Solenduo not only surprised the locals, but also caused children to chase and fight in the streets while shouting the characters played by Annan.

Selita Dana was floating on the terrace of the Moonlight Opera House. She watched with her own eyes as Sorundor was turned into ruins, and the ruins were bulldozed...

In addition to nostalgia and relief for the past, there is also a hint of sadness.

"Thank you……"

She thanked Annan who was standing beside her.

Annan, who looked down at the workers who were as small as ants scattered among the ruins, smiled: "By the way, what do you want to name the new street?"

"Me?" The wandering ghost looked over in surprise.

"You live here and are the owner of the Moonlight Opera House, so you are certainly qualified to propose."

"I don't know..." Selita Dana shook her head.

"Then let's go to Moonlight Street."

Annan, who was too lazy to spend time thinking about it, said, this name is not bad either.

Selita Dana whispered softly: "Moonlight Street..."

Coming out of the Moonlight Opera House, Annan met Francois, who personally directed the workers.

"How is our arms trade going?" Annan asked him.

"The income is zero." Francois spread his hands.

"Many people asked me about the magic gun at the banquet."

"They just came for consultation, and they calmed down after the impulse passed."

"Is it because our prices are too expensive?"

"10 gold, are you okay?"

"Is this okay? One hundred magic muskets are one thousand gold coins. How many nobles can pay so much money without blinking an eye..." Annan shook his head, "Ten gold coins are enough to hire a team of professionals."

The income of the Free City blinded Francois's eyes, making him forget that he had to sell his property to get a few hundred gold coins.

"How much did it cost us?"

Francois recalled: "It can save 90 silver coins."

Annan narrowed his black eyes. 0.9 gold coins cost 100 gold coins...Is it me who should be hanging on the street lamp?

Francois quickly argued: "...But it can't be calculated like this. Those dwarves don't want wages, just give them wine. If they are replaced by workers, at least one gold nar will be required."

Annan thought for a while: "Tell them that the price is nine gold coins for more than ten, eight gold coins for more than fifty, seven gold coins for one hundred, six gold coins for five hundred, and five gold coins for more than one thousand."

"Will it be too bad to sell it this way?"

Francois has seen the power of magic muskets. Instant, no magic, and as powerful as arcane missiles. "And if they learn the craft and use it against us..."

"They will learn it sooner or later. It's better to sell it openly than to hide it. And even if they learn it, we can continue to improve it."

Francois was about to say something, but Ingrid came to Annan with a newspaper.

"What's wrong?"

"Take a look at this."

She handed "The Glory of Rekanel" to Annan.