Hotel on the mountain

Albophes, a big businessman from the southern region of the Hebrew Empire, sat in the atrium all afternoon. In order to maintain the dignity of the big businessman, he always ordered an expensive drink every half hour to tell others that he was here for He only sat here for so long because he was drinking - he was very patient and knew that if he wandered blindly, he would have little chance of meeting the owner of the Alpine Hotel - Jetro Raya.

After drinking one glass after another, his face did not show the slightest hint of drunkenness. The amount of alcohol he had worked hard in the mall in the early years allowed him to simply enjoy the taste of the wine. Seeing that it was getting dark, he was about to get up and do some exercise. Just as he stood up and twisted his fat and swollen waist due to lack of exercise, he saw the young heir of the Raya family - Jetro.

The latter pushed out from the wooden door leading to the atrium from the lobby and politely rejected all the small businessmen who wanted to have a relationship with him. Albophey's lips with a thick beard curled up, despising those small businessmen who didn't understand interpersonal communication.

His position did not change, he was still twisting his waist, but his eyes had already caught a glimpse of Jetro's progress. He knew that the latter was going to the big tree bar to get a glass of water, so he raised his head just as the other person was about to pass him. He picked up his feet and pretended to rub his thighs, but he couldn't control his balance because of his fat body. He suddenly hit the table and spilled all the drinks on the table in front of Yetro.

Jetro was frightened by the sound of a large table of drinks breaking and took two steps back. He saw the fat man in front of him who had been knocked to the ground apologetically and tried hard to get up from the ground. Jetro was too embarrassed to let his guest paddle awkwardly on the ground, so he took a few steps forward and struggled to drag the fat man's upper body up.

"Thank you! Thank you! I'm so sorry. It's inconvenient for me to be fat." Albofei's bright brown eyes looked sincere, and the wrinkled corners of his eyes also made him look like an honest man. people.

"You are strong, but the floor is too slippery." Jetro responded with a smile.

Albofei supported his knees with his hands and tried to stand up. He wiped his hands on his clothes, stretched out his hand and said, "My name is Albofei, from the City of Eyebones. Excuse me, who are you?"

"Jetro, Jetro Raya." Jetro stretched out his hand and shook it lightly.

The other party seemed surprised: "Wow, is that Laya from this hotel?"

"Yes." Jetro looked at the other party's big mouth that looked slightly surprised and formed a circle, and added, "You didn't get hurt, did you?"

"Oh, no." Albofi smiled and continued, "How should I start a conversation with you?"

Jetro pointed to a certain booth area that was marked as being unoccupied, and said, "It's time to have dinner, so all you have to do is say, 'Can I treat you to dinner?'"

Alboffi gestured to the waiter nearby and shouted: "Two portions of Brachygnathus tenderloin."

After saying that, he followed Jetro into a path leading to the booth area.

On the way, Jetro was the first to say: "Coming from the City of Eyebones? I heard that there are many pirates there, wanted criminals are everywhere, and it is also the location of the largest black market in the Southern Region."

Albophe's thick black eyebrows twitched and he said with a smile: "Yes, people die tragically on the street every day. It is very unsafe. So, I became the leader of that place."

Jetro couldn't help but look at Albo Fei a few times, especially at his black hair that looked like a short airplane head. He felt that this man must have been very cool when he was young. Jetro continued: "Shouldn't it be the local count who manages the City of Eyebones?"

"He couldn't bring stability to the City of Eyebones, so I helped him make some rules to ensure that although the City of Eyebones was bloody, there was still order."

"It sounds like you are a great businessman." Jetro praised him sincerely. "Of course, it can also be seen that you are a great person. Because you are more patient than others, not everyone will be there. Sitting on the chair all day without moving.”

"Let the adults laugh." Albophey didn't feel embarrassed at all about being exposed, "I believe that you have to show something a little different to attract the attention of the adults."

"But Albophey, what do you want from me?" You have entered the booth area - here is an elegant stone table in the water. You can get here through the pieces of bluestone placed on the water pool. , surrounded by a green plant wall decorated with red flowers, private and beautiful.

Albophe also sat on the stone bench, with his hands on his knees, without any disadvantage. He said in a sincere tone: "I just want to leave my name with you. If you have any business matters that need to be solved, I will be satisfied if you can think of my name as soon as possible. My business is spread across the three empires. "You will not be disappointed."

Jetro understood, so he smiled and said: "I will. I hope you enjoy your stay at the Alpine Hotel."

"I will enjoy a few months' vacation here. It's great here!" Alboffy laughed heartily, got up and left.

Albo flew back to his room, stood upright behind the door, rested his head on the door, and finally breathed a long sigh of relief. Hearing the commotion, his wife walked over in small steps, took off his stained clothes, and asked softly: "Is there any progress?"

"Huh." Albofei relaxed his body again and smiled at his wife, "Yes. Now pray to God to give me a chance to help the Raya family."

"But..." the wife whispered, "the Duke Bird family is already pressing hard. The eldest lady wants us to die."

"Only the Duke can fight against the Duke." Albophe comforted, "We can't rush here. Let's stay at the Alpine Hotel first. The environment here is really great, without disputes and killings. We can go fishing, ride dragons, everything will get better."

His wife smiled and nodded, and gently hugged Alboffy. Alboffy clasped his hands behind his wife's back, and the two embraced each other tenderly.

…

In the city of Moribai, it is another day that makes gangsters in the entire city nervous.

Obsward walked out of a mansion in Fuhuali District of Senbai City and got into a carriage parked on the roadside. In the carriage, Thorad, who was wearing light armor, sat in a row with Bolanni, who was wearing casual clothes.

"How's it going?" Polani couldn't help but ask as soon as Obsward got in the car.

Obsward sat opposite them, closed the door, and knocked on the board to signal the coachman to leave. Then he said: "Daisen told me that this time the tribute paid to Sander Hill by each gang district is at least one million gold and silver, and this time they will tell the boss in the Black Harbor District that everyone only The tribute is 200,000 gold and silver. Therefore, the person who paid the least amount and died this time should be the Heigang District."

"What if Daisen is lying to you?" Thorad said.

Polanyi also nodded: "Yes, he can definitely lie to us."

"It's unlikely." Obsward lowered his head and analyzed with some unconfidence, "Each district pays one million, which is basically unprofitable. The most we can do now is to spend About 1.2 million.”

"Daisen is sitting in Fuhuali District, providing drugs and entertainment to the richest class in the entire White City. He can definitely spend tens of millions of gold and silver. The economy of several other large districts is better than that of Whitechapel District. I don't think they would give up a million gold and silver for their own lives." Thorad spoke again.

Polanyi continued to add: "That's right! With the advantage of barge transportation, the gang in the Black Harbor District must have as much money as us."

"I will pay all the money as tribute. This is no longer a small amount, and I will not be the least." Obsward was a little annoyed. He rested his head on the car window and looked at the gloomy weather and the scenery outside the window. Silent crowd.

Thorad sat upright and looked at the irritable Obsward, "You should ask Jetro for help and ask him to send a sum of money, at least twice the base price proposed by Daison - two million. Gold and silver. There is still time to bring money from the Hebrew Empire."

Bolanni curled his lips, turned his head to the side, and stopped talking.

Obsward seemed to have been stabbed in a sore spot, and his tone was a little angry: "I said! One million and two hundred thousand is enough! Do you want the adults to think that I am incompetent?! Not a single thing has been done yet. , just reach out and take a huge sum of money, how can I do anything for you in the future?"

"Obswold, if you pay the least amount of money, you will be the one who dies. I blame you for not warning you. If you die, it means that the method of approaching Sander through gangsters is not feasible. Then I will follow Act in your own way." Thorad said these last words and stopped talking.

Polani pointed at Solade and gave timely advice to Obsward: "I think what he said makes sense."

Obsward lowered his voice and said: "If 1.2 million is enough, then I have lost 800,000 gold and silver to you for nothing! If you ask, what should I do? I want to be La La Retainer of the Ya family, what's the difference between your proposal and ruining my future? If you want to enter Xander's mansion on your own, then go ahead and see who dies first! "

Bolani nodded, pointed at Obsward and said to Thorad: "What he said makes sense."

After both of them glanced at Bolani, they turned their heads to one side and stopped continuing the topic.