Mysterious journey

The middle-aged man at the counter handed out a rolled piece of yellow paper.

Garen took it and unfolded it, then took it aside and looked at it slowly.

‘——Titan City’s emergency deployment list of military supplies:

Spears of Agas: Five.

Full body steel armor: seven sets.

War Horse Armor: seven sets.

Military crossbows: fifteen.

Inactive totem——

Red Dragon Eagle: 3.

White Dragon Eagle: 3.

White Bear: Five. Brown bear: 5. Black wolf: 25. Snow sculpture: 33. Wolf fang: 33. Black hawk: 10. Northland snow lion: 1. Cowaitan Mountain Wolf: 15.

White tiger with black stripes: 1. Digging rhinoceros: 1. Giant rattlesnake: 1.’

Garen shook his list and frowned slightly. He waited for the other people to finish handling the matter at the counter before approaching again.

"I've never heard of the last three totems here. What's the price?"

The middle-aged man glanced at him. "You are a formal member of the guild. The internal special price is 1 million per head. Let me remind you in advance that the last one is listed separately, which means there is no inheritance at all. Without inheritance, there is no way to evolve. Although the foundation is very good, but you Be clear.”

"I know." Garen knew it clearly.

Digging rhinoceros and giant rattlesnake have also heard that some people have studied the possibility of evolution. Only for the white tiger with black stripes, no school of thought has figured out how to cultivate it. This genetic mutation in tigers makes them extremely ferocious. It's just one type, but its speed, power and lethality are very good, comparable to the Dragon Eagle, but there is no possibility of evolution. Many schools of thought tried hard, but gave up in the end.

And there are not many left now. I didn't expect to see one here.

"How much money do I have in the guild's bank now?" Garen handed over his medal.

I took it at the counter, took the medal, compared it with the serial number, and started to check.

"870,000. Not even close. How about taking on a few missions?" the middle-aged man asked. He has a lot of tasks here that no one can take.

"Forget it, I'll come over and get it later, remember to leave it for me." Garen secretly flicked in a few hundred silver wheel cloths. The other party accepted it calmly.

"Don't worry, I'll give you two days. Besides, no one who can afford it will buy it. Who is willing to spend a million to buy a totem that can't evolve?"

"Thank you. I'll make a totem for you." Garen took the totem introduction handed out and turned around to leave the counter.

He only had a few tens of thousands of dollars scattered about him, which was not enough at all, but the supplies he had accumulated earlier should be put to use.

"This is the right time, otherwise all the good things may be consumed later. In addition, you have to save money to buy war yoke and war guild hall."

He decided to get the black-striped white tiger first. This thing was what he planned to use as the core totem. The information about the black-striped white tiger was very simple. Garen saw the line about the black-striped white tiger from the totem introduction information.

‘White Tiger with Black Stripes: A basic totem with extremely powerful speed and lethality. Its 6cm fangs can easily bite through the defense of any known totem. It originated from a remote Taha Cannes school six hundred years ago. Abilities: Tail whip, piercing bite. ’

After leaving the guild, Garen got into a carriage and went straight to the green rice warehouse he purchased.

Sitting on the carriage, he looked out of the window. Among the ten people on the street, five of them were holding ladles and lining up to buy things at rice stores, grain and oil stores, and bakeries. Many greengrocers have sold out and closed.

There are only a few large wholesale stores left that advertise limited supply and are still struggling to support themselves.

From time to time, bullock carts carrying supplies pass by on the street. There are almost no richly dressed nobles and big businessmen on the roads in Tietan District.

Garen estimated that if the supplies he had previously stored were sold at a higher price, they should be able to sell for more than three million. But at this time, it is more cost-effective to keep part of what you eat and use the rest to exchange for expendable war supplies.

If it's an exchange, negotiate directly with the guild and you should be able to exchange half of your reserves for a white tiger with black stripes. Garen believed that the guild would not be so short-sighted, and would definitely see the benefits of waiting for a price increase since rare goods were available.

If he hadn't been eager to evolve the core totem, Garen himself wouldn't have wanted to sell it so early.

The remaining half can be used to eat by yourself and occasionally replaced with other supplies.

Soon, the carriage drove to the area where warehouses were specially built in Tietan District.

Garen got out of the car, paid, and walked directly towards the inner area on the far left.

The location of his warehouse is the most inconspicuous left corner.

He didn't go far when he suddenly realized something was wrong. Gray ox carts were continuously pulling green rice and grain out from the inner area. The cart drivers were all neatly dressed gray cloth servants.

"Stop ahead!"

Not far away, a patrol of leather-armored soldiers came over.

"What are you doing! The front is a private area! No further entry is allowed." The captain was a man with a mustache, and he stared at Garen with a stern expression.

"Private area?" Garen's expression changed a little at this time. Through the gaps between the warehouses, he had already seen the gate of his warehouse, and one or two ox carts were pulling Qingmi from inside.

He had been on a mission for so long, and had experienced life and death with Goethe and others, and was seriously injured, so he only had some savings. The green rice he purchased was being pulled out of his warehouse by bullock carts.

"Who do you belong to?!" Garen's face suddenly darkened. "This is my warehouse, and what you are pulling is my green rice!"

Captain Mustache frowned. "This is Lord Griffith's private warehouse area. If you have anything to say, go talk to the Lord."

With a gloomy look on his face, Garen pushed aside a soldier blocking him and strode towards his warehouse.

"Stop! Do you hear me!" Mustache suddenly got angry and chased after him, grabbing Garen's shoulder. But he missed the opportunity directly, and Galleon's speed was much faster than he imagined.

"Get him!!" Mustache suddenly shouted.

A group of soldiers rushed forward, those with swords drawn and those blocking the way.

Garen's feet shook, and an invisible force directly knocked the soldiers behind him away and fell heavily to the ground.

An ox cart that was loading rice not far away was disturbed. The ox pulling the cart let out a long low roar and wanted to escape anxiously.

The little old man sitting at the door of the warehouse keeping accounts saw that the situation was not good and had already released a blue communication bird in his hand. He fell down on the chair and stared at Garen with a pale face.

"I am the butler of Lord Griffith, the quartermaster! You can't touch me! You can't touch me!" He repeated the last sentence, obviously frightened and confused.

"Quartermaster?" Garen narrowed his eyes and had a vague idea.

He reached out and picked up the little old man and brought him up to him.

"The quartermaster can rob other people's private property at will? It seems that he is tired of living and wants to die."

"Sir, it's none of my business, sir!" The little old man burst into tears and snot all at once. His whole body was shaking like sifting wheat chaff, and cold sweat soon wetted his hair on his temples.

Garen left him behind and stood there waiting. The blue bird released by the little old man just now should have notified the quartermaster, and the real owner will be here soon.

Not long after, a luxurious black carriage drove into the warehouse area and stopped not far from the warehouse.

Two tall men in black military uniforms got out of the car.

The man walking slightly ahead had an ugly expression on his face, with a hint of embarrassment and urgency.

The other person looked calm, playing with a silver pocket watch in his hand and wearing a black sapphire ring on his middle finger.

"Type 2 totem master?" Garen's eyes suddenly locked onto the man holding the pocket watch.

"I am Griffith, who dares to cause trouble here?!" The leading man shouted loudly, his eyes quickly fixed on Garen standing at the entrance of the warehouse. "Is it you? It seems that no one in the city knows my name as Griffith after I haven't done anything for a long time."

"Griffith, right? Why can you just invade the private property of residents in the city?" Galen faced the two of them and raised his voice in a cold voice. "The green rice and other things I bought here were misappropriated by your people for no reason. Aren't you going to give me an explanation?"

"Are you the previous owner of this warehouse?" Griffith sneered, "Did you make a mistake? These green rice are all materials that I and other stores brought in some time ago. I still have the same supplies as those stores here. The boss’s contract proves it. If you claim other people’s things are your own property, I think you are invading other people’s private property!”

As he spoke, he took out a stack of paper documents from his arms and shook it towards Garen. There was a playful expression on his face.

Garen frowned. To be honest, this was what he was most worried about. If you are alone and have no background, if you want to reverse this kind of speculation business, what you are most afraid of is this method. After all, speculation cannot get the support of the government and can only be done behind the scenes. Once someone discovers that one's own power is insufficient, one may suffer the consequences.

The other party probably also checked his origins, so he seemed unscrupulous.

"Okay, now that everything is clear, it's time to calculate the compensation for injuring my guard. I'm always tolerant. You just need to pay some money, and I won't hold you responsible." Griffith faced. Said with a smile.

He had known the identity of the other party for a long time. If Garen had not joined the War Guild and was a member of it, he would have had his bodyguards arrest him.

But now is no different than usual. The War Guild is the frontline combat team in the entire Titan City. Once someone is arrested, the Guild will definitely intervene. Once it gets bigger, this kind of misappropriation of property is particularly sensitive and is likely to cause extremely serious consequences. If the effect is not good, the rebound may be huge when the rabbit dies and the fox becomes sad.

So this scale must be grasped well. Let the other party only suffer a little loss, but it won't cause too much trouble.

"Okay, let's leave it as it is. Since you are a member of the War Guild, I can not hold you responsible for injuring my soldiers." Griffith said with a smile.