Noc City Center.

A commercial area separated from the civilian area by a canal.

Five witch hunters, Ms. Zerikan and Little Carl, stood outside two empty shops, feeling happy, just like the bright sunshine today.

Two shops are one big and one small, with a large area similar to an ordinary tavern, while the smaller one is more than enough to open a ready-to-wear shop.

...

"Guys, is it true? From today on, these two stores belong to us?"

"Can there be fake? The land deed is here, it's real!" Seret waved a stack of agreements in front of him as if showing off, and Ms. Zerecan and the boy also gave a curious glance.

Ox suddenly danced around the wooden doors of the two shops, knocking on the left and touching on the right, as if a country bumpkin had entered the city, and was amazed, "This is the most prosperous area of ​​Liberty City. You have to buy it for money..."

"Twenty thousand kroner... wipe the saliva," Seret's mouth bent, and there was an uncontrollable excitement in his tone, "and there are basically no fools who are willing to take action!"

As a trade center in the north, the most popular commercial area can be said to be valuable in every inch of land. If any shop is not a random business, it is a foregone conclusion to make money. This income is enough to allow the family to live a life of food and clothing without worries.

"The Big Three are so willing to do it! Alas..." Oaks suddenly sighed, "Yesterday I should have accompanied you to the fighting arena to enhance your persuasion. Maybe I can get more benefits... The third shop is like... At that time, it will be dirty, dangerous, and you will get out of here if you are frustrated. Let's be your boss!"

"You won't rebuild the school?" Roy's face turned tense and gave him a gaze with a funny look.

"Is the reconstruction school in conflict with being a boss?" Oaks raised his eyebrows and asked seriously.

Considering that fixed industries do not hinder the rise of the snake faction, they continue to provide financial support to the source of energy.

But very few of them have been deeply engaged in business.

After all, most witch hunters have no business talent and just follow the tradition in a regular and inefficient manner - accepting commissions and hunting monsters.

"This is the will of God, the arrangement of fate!" Ox stepped into the door, opened his arms, closed his eyes comfortably, as if he was breathing the "kron" atmosphere in the room. "It just so happened that there was no place to use a lot of money on hand, so let's decorate the shop immediately and open business!"

Amber's pupil turned to the Cat Pie Witchhunter, Oaks patted his chest confidently,

"Brother Maojiu, as I said, don't divide your money for the time being. If you invest in it, you will definitely make a profit and you will not lose money!"

Flius's eyelids twitched and hesitated for two seconds.

In the simple concept of Cat-school witch hunters, commission, combat, life, three points and one line.

Almost nothing else involved.

Is it really reliable to invest money in business?

Especially the one who said this was the one who likes to talk about the most in the Snake Sect.

The gray-green pupils swept the apprentice's innocent and confused little face.

Just consider it for the apprentice?

He hesitated.

"Open a store, what store to open? How many people have experience?"

The witch hunter fell into silence collectively.

"Cantilla, give me some advice?"

Ms. Zerekan stroked the ends of her black hair, her bright eyes full of distress. The term business did not exist in the future she envisioned, and she also knew nothing about it.

"Or, a clothing store?"

The witch hunter collectively denies it.

"Actually I've considered it..." Roy stuffed a small dried fish into the hood behind his head and suddenly spoke, "How about this small potion store? Refining ordinary potions is much simpler than making potions!"

Roy said with his fingers,

"You have been repeating the herbs, materials, transforming the alchemy platform, refining, all the steps and the entire process, you have been repeating for decades, and you will not make any mistakes when you close your eyes... There is no need to pay extra learning costs."

In addition, at Ossenfort University, Roy specially recorded many drug formulas for regulating common diseases, and the Big Three helped to come forward without worrying about patent disputes.

He also has a great killer weapon in his hand - an exclusive formula, energy (aphrodisiac) potion taught by Vigima's genius alchemist Karkstan.

Roy and Cat Eagle once forced Carl to take the potion in the name of toxic resistance training, which was awesome, allowing the boy to enjoy the troubles of puberty in advance, and there were no side effects.

No matter which world you are in, as long as you have some medicines related to the enhancement function, you can make a fortune!

High profits and easy.

Old Moore and Susie can also be responsible for simple tasks and no longer work hard to sell vegetables on the ground when they are early and late.

"Good idea! It's not difficult for us to refine ordinary potions."

“There is low demand for manpower and material resources, and I think it is feasible.”

Everyone agreed.

Maojiu was completely moved. If there was a pharmacy shop, it would save time and effort to train apprentices' alchemy skills.

"No one objected? Then that's it!" The bald man immediately made a decision, "The one on the left is converted into a pharmacy store, and a decoration worker will be hired this afternoon."

"When the overall expenditure is calculated..." Seret suggested, "Brothers of Maojiu decide whether to invest or not, and of course, it cannot exceed 20%."

"No problem, what's the name of the pharmacy store?"

"How is Gusved? Memorial to the Snake Pyre Fortress in the South." Oaks suggested.

Maojiu did not object, and the pharmacy shop Gersved was on the agenda.

Everyone argued about the arrangements of another store.

"The tavern is the most suitable!" Seret swallowed uncontrollably, "The streets of Noucheng are full of drunkards, so you don't have to worry about customers. Just open the store and ensure a lot of money!"

"Drunk, do you want to drink for free?" Oaks shook his head disdainfully, "It's troublesome to open a tavern! The channels for drinking are a big problem, and the customers are mixed, so it takes time and effort to manage. It's not realistic to be a hand-off manager."

He changed his subject, "I think the brothel is good. If you want to play, you can play with it! Let's invest all the money and set up a entertainment venue that is no less than the "Spear Cave"! Monopolize the entire business in Nuocheng."

"The dog can't spit out ivory! Isn't it troublesome to brothels?" Seret glanced at him with a slanted eye, "And when I don't know what the hell are you thinking? Want to recite your crappy and smearing love poem to every beautiful 'employee'?"

…

Roy's face turned dark.

"What the hell is the witch hunter who runs a brothel?"

The witch hunter madam, who specializes in killing white drifters, are you afraid?

Having said that, this is not a decent business.

He objected from the bottom of his heart.

"Shut up! Taverns and brothels are not realistic," Resor said in a deep voice. "As far as I say, it's a blacksmith shop... Although we can't be called a master of blacksmiths and our skills are not as good as Berenkare, we still have some experience in forging. It's no problem to create some conventional standard weapons and equipment and farm tools. If you recruit a few apprentices, you're completely busy."

"It's better to open a swordsman's museum..." Maojiu sang a counter-tongue again, "As we all know, the skills of the witch hunter are definitely a golden sign."

"Which in the city of Freedom where gangs are rampant, who doesn't want to learn two-handed swordsmanship to defend yourself?"

As the swordsmanship opened, Carl's training was settled again.

"Come on... Isn't it too much to fight and kill on weekdays?" Oaks said dissatisfied, "I insist on the brothel!"

"We have to go to Kyle Mohan halfway, it's a good tavern..."

"Blacksmith shop..."

"well…"

Roy covered his forehead helplessly, turned around, facing Cantilla, Carl, and six eyes.

Everyone sighed heavily.

...

"The sun shines into my heart, just like a long separation and reunion, and my old friends greet you warmly. Good morning, five masters, Ms. Cantilla, and little kid Carl!"

A handsome man in a purple iris hat, wearing coquettish red pants and a floral shirt, and a graceful short beard on his lips, waved and greeted him as he came towards him.

Next to him was a blonde beauty with a plump figure and outstanding temperament.

"Dandrien, Pusilla, good morning, you two are..." Roy's eyes turned suspiciously on the two of them, and body language showed that they had repaired their relationship as before.

Pusilla's heart was still soft, and she forgave the flower-hearted radish in just a few days.

"Masters must have heard of it," Dandrien sighed, with a hint of melancholy on his handsome face. "Just a few days ago, Alphonse Willy, one of the four giants, was blocked by three gangs and destroyed the whole family. I heard that it had broken some secret agreement. From then on, no rich financial supporter has taken the initiative to sponsor the poetry conference. It is even more difficult to make a living!"

The debate between the witch hunters paused and they looked at each other.

It seems that the three giants have taken the blame...it should be to give Eternal Fire a step forward.

Give an explanation to the people of No City.

"The processing result is pretty good." Everyone thought to themselves, it was better than being named "Novigri Butcher".

"As for now," Dandelion continued, "Psirat and I plan to go to the Vanilla Hotel on the other side of the commercial street to commemorate Hawthorne I's efforts to the literary and artistic circles. Together with all my colleagues, I will write a commemorative poem for him."

"Yes." Pusilla's pretty face also felt a little sad.

For most citizens of Noor City, Hawthorne I was an absolute villain, but for the bard, he was indeed a great charity and was also a true poet.

At this moment, Roy suddenly remembered something.

Follow the normal development trajectory.
To be continued...