.Chapter 743 The poor alley

Compared with young demon NVs like Nalan and Bazaar, Bartoli, who has been a demon instructor for five hundred years, seems to be more observant and more sophisticated and flexible. Robben and Bartoli chatted for a long time, and Bartoli expressed his own opinions on the current situation. Robben felt that it would be helpful to him.

Finally, he reminded Bartoli not to move around and recover from his injuries while Robben left.

Thinking of Holot and Karanda's hostility towards him, Robben was both bored and helpless. This lord means the Black Emperor and cannot be pushed away at will. Now the two forces in the lord's mansion always dislike me. Alas... I didn't want to be this lord...

When he came to his large study, the place where the lord worked, and when he opened Mén, Robben was surprised to find that his desk was bare and nothing was left.

Robben scratched his head in confusion. Is this lord so casual? He doesn't have to deal with any things in normal times? I remember when he was a duke in the mainland and a city lord here, there were a lot of things every day, at least there were a lot of documents to sign by himself.

A guard was called, and Robben asked what was going on. The guard was straight and his face was a little white. Even though he was nervous and scared, the answer made Robben a little helpless. After asking a few questions, the guards shook their heads: "Sorry, I don't know."

After waving the guard away, Robben felt puzzled. He walked back and forth in the big castle of the lord's mansion, but found that the people he met seemed to be afraid of him. Even if he said hello, he would try to stay away as much as possible. Robben even saw several servants seeing him in the corner, and was walking forward and hurriedly turned around and retreated.

Robben wanted to laugh. It seemed that Nalan killed a guard in anger yesterday, which made everyone wary of him. This was not a bad thing.

Walking around, Robben came to the third floor, and suddenly saw two large vermilion-shaped bands of vermilion not far from the entrance of the stairs, and from time to time, demon soldiers were in and out.

What is this doing? Robben was wondering. Just as he was thinking, a burst of rapid footsteps came from behind. A demon soldier ran up the stairs in dust, crossed Robben, ran into the mén, and ran out soon after, leaving hurriedly.

This... is the messenger? Robben vaguely saw the messenger's sign in front of the soldier's xiong mouth.

When he walked to the two large vermilion-shaped mouths, Robben looked in and immediately understood.

It should be said that there is a big office, with many tables placed in a row, each with thick documents stacked on it, with paper, pen, ink and seals, etc. More than a dozen demons were sitting behind the table, either hurriedly writing something or saying something loudly to someone in front of the table. The room was noisy, but it was very lively.

Robben noticed that at the very bottom of the room, there was the largest table, and Holot was sitting there, holding a document in his hand, looking at it with a frown.

It seems that this is where others work. Then... don't disturb me. Robben turned around and wanted to leave directly.

However, after swaying for a while, a demon clan who was writing something suddenly looked up and saw Robben, his face turned pale. Didn’t he almost cut off his last party yesterday, and the demon nv under his command just killed a guard lord?

With a "swish", the demon clan immediately stood up: "Lead... Lord Lord"

Everyone's movements in the room froze and their eyes looked directly at Mén's mouth. Robben was about to leave, but now he couldn't do it, so he had to turn around and laughed: "Everyone is very busy."

There were many messengers from the outer city who came to convey messages in the room. They had never seen Robben before. Seeing that the demon clan called Robben the lord, they suddenly realized and quickly bowed.

Holot was very arrogant. When he saw Robben, he snorted softly, then he slowly stood up from his seat, slowly came to the front, and asked lukewarmly: "I wonder if there is anything wrong with Lord Lord coming here? If not, we are working now, please do whatever you want."

The other demons' faces changed slightly, and Holot's tone was too rude.

Look, it’s really unreasonable to walk around and make people disgusted. Looking at Holott’s cold face, Robben really couldn’t express his helplessness.

"I just walked around casually because it seemed that I, the lord, was very idle and no one asked me to handle the affairs. But you look very busy here."

Holot sneered and said arrogantly: "When the old lord left, he had already given all the things to me and Karanda. We will deal with the affairs of Moro City and the Red Earth Plain every day. This situation has been going on for several months, everything is working naturally. Lord Lord... don't bother anymore."

I want to undermine me?

Robben felt very funny. He didn't plan to ask for any rights. If you two can help me handle everything, I will naturally be happy and leisurely.

In an instant, Robben's eyes suddenly lit up. Yes, isn't this good?

"Ah haha ​​Holot, thank you for your hard work, um... Thank you for your hard work, I'm so lucky to have managers like you and Karanda in the Red Clay Plain. OK, okay, I won't disturb you, you're busy, just do it." Roben left with a smile on his face, which surprised Holot, who was standing there.

When Robben moved to the fourth floor, he found Karanda's office, which was also crowded with people, and seemed to be busier than Holot. Robben also went up to praise Karanda and then left directly.

Behind the castle, there is a forest planted with heart-warming warm tables and chairs in the woods. Luo Ben came here and walked up very comfortably. The servant behind him put some refreshments and left.

Drinking tea and feeling the gentle breeze in the woods, Robben was in a good mood.

The lord I was appointed by the Black Emperor. No matter how brave Karanda and Holot are, they would never dare to fight against me openly, nor would they dare to hurt themselves secretly. They would just do some xiǎo actions in some places, such as deliberately delaying their orders, diversion and undermining their rights, etc. But... this is very good, don't you just do nothing?

Robenzai thought carefully and found that this was indeed the case. Karanda and Holot are both candidates for the lords. They have been in Moro City for many years. Their government level is actually very close to the original old lords, and there are even some places that are not as good as before. If the power is returned to his own hands at once, Roben would be very impressed if he thought about it...

The city of Gaso is a city with only a few things to do. Robben himself is a duke after all. Although he doesn't care about things, Mess is always by his side and has learned a little. With the support of Lar and Camut, the city of Gaso was managed very well. However, the city of Moro is more than ten times larger than that of Gaso, and it is the core of the entire Red Clay Plain, which is completely different.

Robben knew very well how much he was. He had never done anything like an official. Now Mess is not around. Although Bartoli is experienced, he is a demon V after all. He has been training demon V for five hundred years. He is not familiar with these government affairs and is not as cunning as Mess. Robben knew very well that if all the rights in Moro City were returned to him now, it would definitely be a mess.

Could it be that my hand-off manager has already taken shape automatically? Robben was so smiling that he couldn't stop.

The gem was taken out from the ring, and Robben looked at the red light that was not too strong on it, and shook his head helplessly. It seemed that there was unlikely that there would be someone he was looking for in this city.

But... I should always go out and make sure. Robben packed the gems, thought for a while, and went back to his room.

Shuigu has been relatively quiet recently. After running for more than half a year ago, Shuigu once again saw a monster that Robben and Nalan didn't know what the name was. To be honest, Robben really didn't know how this monster survived. When Robben approached this monster with a big elephant, this big guy was sleeping. Robben observed for a while and the guy was still sleeping. While Nalan was eating and resting, Robben tried to get closer. This guy was still sleeping...

Finally, Shuigu climbed onto the back of the monster all the way, and it was still sleeping...

Robben felt that if something was passing by it hungrily, he would never know what was going on until he died. After that, Shuigu learned a skill, which was that no matter what the situation was, it would be like sleeping, and let you pull and hold it, and stay alive and motionless...

"I've had another day of sleep, it's almost done. Nalan locked himself up. How about we go out for a walk? This is a new city, maybe there are many delicious foods."

"Woo...woo..." The water bones that were lying there immediately moved.

Sure enough, he was just sleeping and eating... Robben felt that the water bones were a bit like máomáo...

Moro is much more prosperous than the city of Gaso, and the streets are much wider. Merchants, soldiers, residents, and all kinds of demons passing by come and go in this city. It is very lively. On both sides of the avenue, there are countless shops, as well as Gundam temples or grand residences, but these are not something Robben needs to pay attention to.

Walking quietly on the street, the water bones were put in a transparent bottle. It looked like Robben was walking with a bottle of water. Although it seemed a little strange, it was not eye-catching. When encountering any fruit on the roadside, Robben would go over and buy some, and throw them into the bottle. The crowds coming and going on the street would not pay attention to these things falling into the water bottle and slowly disappearing.

After wandering around the city for nearly a day, Robben finally came to his destination. This is already a relatively remote place in the city. It is surrounded by a few short buildings and looks rather dilapidated. It seems to be a slum or something.

The other hand that Robben put in his pocket vibrated slightly. Robben knew that the person he was looking for should be not far from him, so he took out his hand and spread it open. Robben saw that a circle of runes had already lit up on the surface of the gem in his hand.

Sure enough, he was still a little disappointed... Robben shrugged, not knowing when the runes on the gem would be lit up.

However, despite being disappointed, Robben still had to find this person. After all, it was only Robben's own guess that the most special person could make all the runes on the gem light up. Now every special person must remember the characteristics of appearance, name and other characteristics so that he can verify it later.

Turning around a corner of the alley, Robben met the target person today, this is a elves.

The spiritual race does not have a powerful race among the demon race. It is neglected to the weaker and dependent on other races. Its main characteristics are very accurate in the sensing ability of the gods, but few spiritual races with powerful divine power appear. Although the perception is relatively accurate, the scope of exploration is too high and can only play a role in a specific environment. Under the competition for the powerful divine power of the demons, they have no position on the battlefield.

The NV son of the Spirit Clan is also quite beautiful, but compared with the charm of the Demon NV, it is a little inferior. Moreover, the NV son of the Spirit Clan is very short, even shorter than the Demon NV. The long-haired NV man of the Spirit Clan is almost unable to see the horns, and his appearance is similar to humans and theirs.

Robben has always thought that these demons who look similar to humans are more beautiful, and those who look weird, Robben still thinks they are wild beasts...

This spiritual clan is the owner of a store. It is said to be a store, which means it is a stove, a shed, and a shed to make some things and sell them.

This...is probably the bun from the Demon World.

Robben determined his goal, and without hesitation, walked into the awning and sat down.

The voice alarmed the owner of the NV who was busy in the stove inside. The NV son of the Spirit looked up and saw a young and luxuriously dressed demon sitting in his shop. He was stunned.

Although this Moro City is prosperous, it is located in a remote place, and people living in poor people. Those who are dressed in gorgeous clothes must be either rich or noble. What are you doing here? And... why is it that holding a deep water bottle in your hand?

"Boss, don't you do business?" Seeing that the elves looked at him in a daze, Roben shouted.

There was no one else in the store. The elves quickly wiped the water from his hands and walked up. He said with great sincerity: "This customer, my store... has been closed. Otherwise, you can come again next time."

Robben also saw that there was no one here when he came in. The NV of the Spirit Clan was also packing things on the stove. It seemed that it was going to close. It was probably the same as the bun shop. There was no reason for it to be unrelated to Mén at night. But I worked hard all the way and left like that.

After thinking about it, Robben smiled kindly and said, "Boss, I can see that you are going to close the mén, but I have been walking around here. Only your store, I am really hungry. Can you... make me some food, I pay double the price."

Roben's tone was surprisingly kind, which surprised the NV son of the Spirit Clan. Usually, these rich people don't look at him directly.

"If this happens, then wait, I haven't eaten yet. If I don't dislike it, let's have some food together. They are all made in the store. Although they are leftovers, it's still okay to fill your stomach." The NV son of the Spirit clan smiled kindly as he spoke.

"That's right, there's no need to be too troublesome. Thank you, I'm so hungry that I can't walk anymore."

Obviously, this spiritual son is very kind and does not have the usual disgust of poor people towards rich people. After a while, the food was placed on the table. After Robben smelled it, it was quite fragrant.

While eating, Robben started chatting with the elves.

"Boss, are you the only one in the store here?"

Robben just observed a little. Behind the shop is the simple residence of the owner of the NV, but from the outside, there is no trace of the man left behind. There are a few clothes hanging on one side of the house, which is not like a man. Besides, it is almost evening, and it is time for the man to go home.

The NV of the Spirit clan smiled reluctantly on his face: "Oh... My husband has gone to work and it will take some time to come back."

Every family has a difficult sutra to recite. Seeing that the NV son of the Spirit tribe seemed unwilling to mention this matter, it was natural that Robben, an outsider, could not ask about other people's family affairs again. He immediately changed the topic and stopped talking about it.

After a brief understanding of the situation of this NV son of the Spirit race, Robben felt that it was almost done. When he went back and wrote it in the notebook, he would have completed another goal.

"Thank you, the boss, or you'll be hungry." Robben stood up after eating with a smile, put a black gold coin on the table, and prepared to say goodbye.

But unexpectedly, the NV son of the Spirit clan immediately stood up, picked up the money and stuffed it back into his hand: "I saw that you were really hungry and kept you for dinner. This is not doing business, how can you give me money?"

Roben was slightly stunned. Seeing that the elves had a lot of anger in his eyes, his heart couldn't help but feel warm... a kind person.

After taking back the money, Robben apologized: "I misunderstood. Please don't mind the boss. I will do this meal..."

Before Robben could finish his words, a scream came from the entrance of the alley: "You are so obsessed with the old man who is not open to your eyes today, I will burn your house."

"Sir, please spare me. Today is indeed not enough. Tomorrow, no... the day after tomorrow, I will definitely be together the day after tomorrow."

"Old guy, that's what you said last time you came, brothers, go and burn the house."

"Sir, don't... don't have it. What should we do if the house is in, what should we do?"

Robben frowned immediately: "What are you doing?"

Looking back, Roben couldn't help but be stunned. The face of the spiritual tribe in front of him was pale, as if he was extremely scared.

"Boss, what's going on over there?" Robben asked hurriedly.

"It's the tax officials who are here, please leave quickly. They are very fierce. If you don't like them, you will never let them go. You... you look like a rich man, don't be targeted by them."

Robben became even more strange: "You mean... they are taxes?"

"Don't ask, go quickly, I'll go into the house to hide, it's best not to be seen by them." When Robben wanted to ask in detail, the spirit clan had already been pushed out of the awning. After that, the spirit clan quickly packed up the cups and plates on the table and hid directly in the house.
To be continued...