Chapter 927 158. Moonlight Street
Annan could not understand their behavior.
Also 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 Solondor are valuable not only for the land itself, but also for the access to the Underhive. It is simply a natural hotbed of evil.
What Oulin said is more in line with Annan’s understanding: The faction that invited the Ruikaner Kingdom suffered a big loss, but there was no reason to cause trouble to Annan, so they took this opportunity to test whether their ancestors would protect them. Annan to what extent.
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 have to do is hire people to clean up the ruins. 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 for funeral arrangements.
“Do you know why I’m looking for you?”
Francois stared at the nervous leader of the Black Wolf Gang.
"I don't know..."
The majestic gang leader in front of the gang huddled 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 lips curling: "They are all trafficking in people, robbing and killing, and our Black Wolf Gang is just Charge some protection money..."
"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 base.
Olin 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, but it was unnecessary to say: "Okay, from now on, your Black Wolf Gang will be a member of Liberty City, and someone will give you the Liberty City Code later. Look, you only need to do three things now: first, self-examination. Send the members of the gang who have done more than stealing to the city guard. Second, recruit workers in the bottom nest. Third, stop anyone. Civilians who want to enter the bottom nest."
"No problem! Uh..." Kormi asked guiltily."
Francois had no expression on his face: "They no longer exist from today."
Kormi really cried, his face flushed and he lay on the ground and rubbed at Francois' feet, Hold up his boots and lick them.
"What are you doing!" Francois quickly backed away.
"The bard said that a slave must lick his boots to be loyal to his master..."
"No need, you are not a slave." Francois glanced at the upper of the shoe in disgust: "Smelly men also want to lick my feet?"
Kormi retracted his tongue in embarrassment: "I'm going to work now!"
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Residents living around the ruins of Solundur were surprised to find that they could usually see it when they went out. The ruins suddenly had many workers. 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, existing 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 is because the ruins of Solondor were spilled royal blood and were cursed. 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.
So 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 that Sorundor was turned into ruins, and the ruins were bulldozed...
In addition to the nostalgia for the past and Relieved, and a little sad. "Thank you..."
She thanked Annan who was standing beside her.
Looking down at the workers as small as ants scattered in the ruins, Annan smiled: "By the way, what do you want to name the new street?"
"Me?" Hesitantly The 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 Dena shook her head.
"Then Moonlight Street."
Annan, who was too lazy to spend time thinking, said, this name is not bad either.
Selita Dena 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.”
“Is it because of us? Is it too expensive?”
“10 gold, is that okay?”
"Is this okay? One hundred magic guns are equivalent to 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."< br>
The income from Liberty City blinded Francois's eyes, making him forget that he had to sell off his property to get a few hundred gold coins.
"How much did it cost us?"
Francois recalled: "It can save ninety silver coins."
Annan narrowed his black eyes. Selling for 100 gold coins at a cost of 0.9 gold coins... It's me who should be hanging on the street lamp?
Francois quickly argued: "...But it can't be calculated like this. Those dwarves don't need wages, just give them wine. It will cost at least one gold to replace them as workers."
Annan thought for a while: " Tell them that the price is nine gold coins for more than ten pieces, eight gold coins for more than fifty pieces, seven gold coins for one hundred pieces, six gold coins for five hundred pieces, and five gold coins for more than one thousand pieces."
"Will it be sold like this? Would it be too much of a disadvantage?”
Francois has seen the power of magic guns. It is instantaneous, requires no magic power, and is as powerful as arcane missiles. "And if they learn the craftsmanship and use it against us..."
"Sooner or later they will learn it secretly. Compared with hiding it, It’s better to sell it generously, and even if they learn it, we can continue to improve.”
If Francois wanted to say anything else, Ingrid came to Annan with a newspaper.
"What's wrong?"
"Look at this."
She handed "The Glory of Rekaner" to Annan.
(End of this chapter)