"Uh..." Harold's movement of patting the dust on his body was obviously stagnant, but then he returned to normal: "It doesn't matter, I will say hello to the chamber of commerce after I go back, and you can go to the chamber of commerce in various places to withdraw a sum of money at any time money, as your venture capital."

"One mention a month."

"How much!"

Neveu on the side couldn't bear it anymore.

"Ten gold coins a month." Harold stretched out his ten fingers: "Don't think too little, as long as you live long enough, you can keep it, I promise."

That's pretty good, isn't it equivalent to a pension?

If it wasn't for the damn main quest, Sheld would now want to find a comfortable city to start living his own life, plus two "maids" with prostitution contracts.

Just don't get too comfortable.

"So, what's going on?"

"It's a long story, that Bunier, when we first came to this city, took the initiative to accept us and let us stay temporarily, because we didn't bring any extra money with us when we ran away, so we agreed, and promised that we will definitely be there in the future." will repay him."

"Who knew, I was locked up here by them that night, and my bodyguards were killed!"

"Wait, your bodyguard was killed by Bunier?"

"if not!"

Harold was very angry, and waved his hand vigorously. It could be seen that if his cane was still there, it would have been more smoothly waved: "He is not an ordinary person at all, nor is he a simple and honest person!"

"He's a professional! And a greedy guy!"

Volume 96 A New Beginning: Chapter 94 Chapter [-] Tied him up for me!

After returning to the ground, the general context became clear.

It's a little different from what Sheld originally thought. He originally thought that the mission was that the Bunier family was captured by someone, or fell into some kind of crisis, and Harold was just misunderstood.

The results of it?

In the end, Harold was the victim, Bunier was the perpetrator, and the Bunier family was nonsense, there was no family at all.

Bunier is a professional, a puppeteer.

It is said to be a derivative profession of an alchemist, and it is also a rare profession in the entire continent. It was originally a profession that created its own people and then fought by accident. It is a bit like the sand ninja in Naruto that Sheld saw in his previous life.

But there are some subtle differences. This control puppet does not use any chakra lines, but gives the puppet a kind of soul-like thing, allowing them to move semi-autonomously.

It is definitely far worse than Rozen Maiden and the like.

Bunier is not a local, he came from other places to settle down a few years ago, and this town happens to have no such thing as an adventurer's guild—although the adventurer's guild covers almost all parts of the world, there are still some places where there are still people due to various problems. There are various reasons for delaying or failing to enter.

It's like Wallace is in every city, but some places still don't have the same.Without the Adventurer's Guild, naturally no other professionals would come here, and the newly born professionals would go to places with an Adventurer's Guild, or be poached by better places.

This has led to almost no one knowing that this guy is a professional.

The subject that Bunier has been researching here is the application of puppetry to human beings.

For this reason, he did a lot of experiments, and the basement was the test site.

"His family, wife, old man, and children are all dolls, all fake!"

Harold, Sheard and others are still in Bunier's house, and it is temporarily impossible to return to the hotel, because Harold's portrait is plastered all over the city, even if the painting does not look like it, only Harold A goblin.

If you don't catch him, who will you catch?

"So he succeeded?"

"It's more than half successful!" Harold suppressed his voice, and it was completely dark outside at this time: "Didn't you find that there are some weird people in this town when you came here?"

Sheld and Stike looked at each other.

"Found."

"They're like sleepwalking."

"That's right, that's the proof of being accused of occult manipulation."

Harold patted his thigh, spit flying all over the place: "People who have been manipulated will fall into such a sleepwalking situation!"

"He has manipulated many people, men as his servants, women as his sexual toys."

"Then why did you become a murderer?"

Sheld narrowed his eyes: "It stands to reason that he only needs to control you?"

"Or wouldn't it be better to just kill you and bury you, like this, in addition to preventing him from appearing publicly again, he will also leave a handle, what is he trying to do?"

"really."

"But his manipulative methods don't seem to work on me, maybe because of race."

Harold pondered: "As for why he didn't kill me, it's because he still needs me. After all, he needs a lot of money to buy a material."

"Material?"

"Uh……"

When it came to materials, Sheld could clearly feel that Harold was hesitating.

"seed?"

Harold's body froze, and he began to haha: "Uh, what should we do next?"

"boom!"

Stike's staff and Neveu's scabbard simultaneously pressed against Harold's neck, pressing it to the floor.

"You... what are you doing? I paid you, 10 gold coins a month! That's 10 gold coins!" Harold screamed, "If something happens to me, you won't get it!"

"Although the money in your Chamber of Commerce is good, I'm afraid this thing can't be used casually, right?"

Damn it, this is related to the main mission!We're trying to figure out a way to stop that damn countdown, but what the hell are you doing here?

Sheld knelt down beside Harold slowly, and took out a small box from under his cloak.

He has been carrying this thing in his pocket all the time, and he dare not put it together with his luggage. After all, it is too dangerous and there is no room for mistakes.

"You must know this thing?"

"Uh...hehe...you know, businessmen...if they have money, they want to play something new..."

businessman?Sheld understood that, no matter in the previous life or now, never expect these guys covered in money to have any principles.

"You should know what's in it and what the consequences will be, right?"

"Of course I know, so I sealed the box! Later I searched for it on the boat, but I couldn't find it..."

"So, this is your box?"

Sheld interrupted.

"No, I bought it, along with the box by the way, this thing is so dangerous...uh!"

Sheld grabbed Harold's collar: "You know it's dangerous and you still buy it! Buy your hot and spicy ones! Are you out of your mind when you ride a horse?! Just for fun?"

After spitting and roaring, Shield quickly calmed down under the influence of the goddess BUFF: "So, do you know who the seller is?"

"I haven't seen what he looks like, I only know that he is an alchemist, wearing a black robe, just like this..."

Harold pointed at Stike with a dazed expression.

"Are you questioning my taste?"

The end of Stike's staff caught Harold's throat.

"No no no no……!"

"Forget it, spare his life first." Shield moved Stike's staff a little: "Now, you answer honestly, why did Bunier need your money, but now he is gone?"

"What he means is that the guy chasing him is already approaching here, so he has to leave for a while, come back in two days, and then take me out of here..."

"very good."

Shield already knew what to do.

"I think you also know what to do?"

He smiled slightly, and asked Stike and Neveu.

"Shut him back in!"

Neveu roared, and the old goblin shook his head in fright: "No, no, no, I won't go!"

"The door and the cage were split open by you, what's the use of shutting them in..."

Sheld tapped Neveu on the head lightly: "Since what he needs is money, let him get it."

"Although it is also locked in, the place where it is locked can be changed."

Si Dike had already understood Sheld's meaning at this time, and immediately laughed: "You mean to send this old guy to prison?"

"Ha ha……"

Sheld patted Harold's little bald head lightly: "Don't panic, go in and stay there, and you'll have food to eat, and you'll be out soon."

"No, no... Devil, you are all devils!"

Harold trembled: "Money! I can give you a lot of money, let me go!"

"Tie him up to me!"

Sheld smiled wildly: "Gold coins are not worth a hair in the face of official (obligation) duties!"

Volume 97 A New Beginning: Chapter 95 Chapter [-] The Trap

Eveningbell's cell welcomes its few guests.

A goblin.

To be honest, the conditions of the cell are not bad. Compared with most of the cells in the empire, it is at least clean and hygienic, and there is no too much smell-this is related to the fact that there are not many people in the cell in Muzhong Town. The items are even new.

There are very few strangers who settle here. There were not many people in Muzhong Town. After a few years, it is basically surrounded by acquaintances and neighbors. Who is doing well and who is not? who is honest.

Unless you are a professional like Bunier and have some special means, the girls, young and old, in the neighborhood will definitely give you a clear understanding.

Therefore, the prisoners who have been imprisoned here are basically petty thefts and fights. Petty thefts are always the few habitual offenders. After gradually stabilizing and providing good jobs, they also quit their jobs.

As for fighting?

Some people dare not say that they have never fought with their brothers and girlfriends. In addition to the different worlds, young men and women will always want to have a drink after a day's work.

Once the alcohol is on the head, it is easy to fight with a little friction.

But this kind of lockup can't last long, unless the attack is really too heavy, or someone kills someone.

This probability shrinks and shrinks again and again, which is the reason why the cell in Muzhong Town has been idle for a long time.

Now comes a big fish.

This is equivalent to a shocking murder case that wiped out the whole family!This was appalling in Muzhong Town. When the old goblin was gagged and tied into rice dumplings and sent to the city guards, he was scolded by many residents along the way.

Fortunately, there were no rotten eggs thrown over, and some flesh and blood were spared.

"Get up and eat."

Rhodok is the head jailer of Duskbell Town. Although there is no such position in Duskbell Township, he does hold a similar position.

Even if he is a member of the city guard, as a pensioner, he will probably spend the rest of his days sitting at a desk, napping, and delivering meals to prisoners.

He pushed the prisoner's only food - bean soup through the opening under the cage.

This thing is definitely not something that can be eaten. Although the Ibrahimovic beans used are nutritious and can fill the stomach, but as food, its palatability is too poor. The boiled soup is a piece of boiled water that has been left for a period of time in the summer smell.

Therefore, in a sense, no additional seasoning is required, and the cooked soup looks like a thicker mung bean soup.

It's not that Harold has never been a poor person. Before he established the Golden Gear Chamber of Commerce and established a huge business world, he was also a low-level person, but...he couldn't eat the bean soup.

It's not that he doesn't know this stuff, it's basically used to feed badgers in the empire.

In Sheard's previous life, this thing had a status similar to that of a pig. In other words, it was pig food, real pig food, not an adjective.Among other things, he, Harold, never ate pig food when he was at his worst.

"I advise you to eat as much as possible. I will take this bowl away in an hour."

Rhodok knocked on the iron door, and persuaded with the tone of a person who came here: "Although your time is running out, you still have to be a dead ghost, right?"

"die?"

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