Chapter 273 The Strongest Monster Catcher (33)
Three days later, Zhou Ye found Mansha, carrying a heavy and bulging sack behind him.
The bag was heavy, and there was a muffled sound when it was thrown down, even the well-informed Mansha was shocked.
"Did you really bring it?"
The woman opened the bag and took a look inside. It was so golden that ordinary people couldn't look straight at it.
Most of this money will never be seen in a lifetime.
Zhou Ye was calm and sat down directly to pour himself a pot of water.
"The money has been brought, when will the house be given to me?"
Mansha was still staring at the money in the bag, and then waved her hand after a long while.
"Wait a minute... just sit down. I just wrote to him two days ago. Even if I set off yesterday, I won't arrive until noon today. You have to wait."
Zhou Ye sat quietly with his jade beads in his hands.
Mansha squatted down, reached into the bag, grabbed a handful of gold coins, and slowly sprinkled them down.
"With so much money, how many monsters do you have to kill..."
Zhou Ye didn't make a sound.
The house in Tulou was mortgaged, and the entire sixth floor was mortgaged for about a thousand dollars.
In addition, the original owner brought some savings from his family, and he went out for a few days to kill a few six-star and seven-star monsters, and the money was enough.
Before lunch, the landlord finally came.
An exquisite and gorgeous carriage stopped on the dusty street of Gantilos. The expensive red-brown tall horse stood in front of the tavern and snorted from time to time.
Everyone on the street looked over.
Mansha stood up and went out with a smile.
"Mr. Hartle, you are finally here." Hartle is the old count's only grandson. He is a tall and handsome gentleman. His decent and expensive suit outlines his slender and tall figure. The man looked at Mansha lightly. He smiled, then lowered his head and took off his hat, revealing a head of particularly conspicuous and beautiful blond hair.
The coachman had already placed the pedals and helped Harter get out of the carriage.
"Sir, please watch your step."
Even on the market street, there are still rugged rocks paving the road under your feet. The consequences of not paying attention to the road are not only sprained feet, but also mud splashing all over your trouser legs.
Obviously, this young gentleman did not expect that the stone under his feet was movable. After being sprained, Mansha naturally stretched out her hand and supported him steadily.
"This place is not as good as the main city. If you fall here, I can't bear the responsibility."
Mansha teased, and Harter pursed his lips slightly, half-smiling.
"I've never been here before, just get used to it."
"Okay, come on, let me introduce you. This is the person who wants to buy your house. His name is Zhou Ye. He is a famous bounty hunter in Gantilos. Come to Zhou Ye, this is Mr. Hartle Hand. , that is, the homeowner.”
Harter looked at Zhou Ye, a hint of confusion flashed in his emerald green eyes.
Mansha said promptly.
"Zhou Ye is not used to taking off his hat. Let's go in first and talk later."
Hartle looked at Zhou Ye, and then looked around again, looking at the quaint and dim tavern in front of him, with great interest on his face.
Things you have never seen before are always fresh at first glance.
Mansha took them to her private living room and turned on the lights. The small room was bright and clean, with a short table in the center. Mansha walked to sit next to the short table and waved to Harter.
"Didn't you say you wanted to come to my place when you were in town? Come and sit and have a good look."
Harter bent his long legs, took off his coat gracefully, hung it aside, and then sat down next to Zhou Ye.
(End of chapter)