Alien world

Chapter 927 Chapter 158. Moonlight Street
Annan couldn't understand their behavior.

It was after the signing of the deed that the new Ministry of the Interior official whispered to him that someone had chosen the ruins of Sollendor and wanted to prevent Annan from getting it.

After all, what makes the ruins of Sollandor valuable is not only the land itself, but also the path leading to the Underhive, which is a natural hotbed of evil.

What Olin said was more in line with Annan's understanding: the faction that invited the Kingdom of Rikaner suffered a great loss, and had no reason to cause trouble for Annan, so they took this opportunity to test to what extent the ancestors would protect Annan.

As a result, as soon as Annan mentioned "Sister Aries", they were scared and shrank back.

In short, with the title deed, Annan has become the nominal owner of the ruins of Sollendor.

The first thing they had to do was to hire someone to clean up the ruins. Idyliya knew that Annan had been coveting the Bottom Nest for a long time, so she found a gang that 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 to make arrangements for their funeral.

"Do you know why I'm looking for you?"

Francois stared at the nervous Black Wolf Gang leader.

"do not know……"

The gang leader who used to be so majestic in front of the gang members was now hunching his shoulders and trembling like a bullied little girl.

"You have been in contact with Dichao?"

"It has nothing to do with me!" He begged for mercy with his lips trembling: "They are all trafficking in people, robbing and killing people. We in the Black Wolf Gang are just collecting some protection money..."

"I know, so now we are the ones looking for you instead of the Knights." God knows how hard it is for them to find a slightly cleaner gang from the Undernest.

Olin has 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 immediately trembled with excitement: "My Black Wolf Gang is willing to do anything for Lord Annan!"

Kormi's eyes filled with tears. He was looked down upon by other gangs because he was a coward, and he was not even given the chance to be the Gray Glove. What about now? My boss is Jack! It's Potter! It's Dracula! Annan Reeves!

Francois tutted his words and saved himself the trouble to say, "Okay, from now on, your Black Wolf Gang will be a member of Liberty City. Someone will show you the Liberty City Code later. Now you only need to do three things: First, check yourself. Send the gang members who have done anything more than stealing to the City Guard. Second, recruit workers in the Underhive. Third, prevent any civilians from entering the Underhive."

"No problem! Uh..." Kormi asked guiltily, "What about the other gangs?"

Francois deadpanned: "They no longer exist as of today."

Kormi really burst into tears, his face flushed as he lay on the ground, rubbing against Francois' feet, and lifted up his boots to lick them.

"What are you doing!" Francois stepped back quickly.

"The bard said that a slave must lick his master's boots in order to show his loyalty..."

"No, you're not a slave." Francois looked at the shoe with disgust: "You stinky man want to lick my feet?"

Kormi retracted his tongue in embarrassment: "I'll go to work now!"

……

The residents living around the ruins of Solendo were surprised to find that the ruins that they could see every time they went out suddenly had many more workers. They looked dirty and thin, and were directed by the foreman to clear out truckloads of rubble.

You know, the ruins of Solendo have been standing here for many years, like an ugly scar on the hillside of Mount Montreal. It's not that no officials have tried to clean it up over the years, but they always failed for inexplicable reasons.

Outsiders said that the ruins of Thorandor were cursed because of the royal blood spilled. The locals would only say bullshit: they all knew that the ruins of Thorandor were not razed because of gangs, but it was not just gangs. After all, even a ten-year-old child knew that behind these fearless gangs stood big men.

But now, the only big shots they saw were the knights running wildly in the streets and the gang members running for their lives and begging for mercy.

So the changes in the ruins of Sollendor not only surprised the locals, but also caused children to chase and play in the streets while shouting the characters played by Annan.

Selita Dena floated on the terrace of the Moonlight Opera House. She watched with her own eyes as Solendo became a ruin, and then the ruins were flattened...

In addition to the nostalgia and relief for the past, there is also a hint of sadness. "Thank you..."

She thanked Annan who was standing beside her.

Annan looked down at the workers scattered among the ruins, who were as tiny as ants, and smiled: "By the way, what do you want to call the new street?"

"Me?" The wandering ghost looked over in surprise.

"You live here and you're the owner of the Moonlight Opera House, so you're certainly qualified to make the proposal."

"I don't know..." Selita Dena shook her head.

"Then let's go to Moonlight Street."

Annan, who was too lazy to spend time thinking, said that this name was not bad.

Selita Dena whispered softly: "Moonlight Street..."

Coming out of the Moonlight Opera House, Annan met Francois, who was personally directing the workers.

"How is our arms trade going?" Annan asked him.

"Zero income." Francois spread his hands.

"Many people came to me at the banquet to ask about the magic musket."

"They just came for consultation and calmed down after the impulse."

“Is it because we sell it too expensively?”

"10 Kinnars, okay?"

"Is this okay? One hundred magic muskets are worth one thousand gold coins. How many nobles can spend so much money without blinking an eye..." Annan shook his head, "Ten gold coins are enough to hire a team of professionals."

The income from Liberty City blinded Francois's eyes and made him forget that he had to sell his property to scrape together a few hundred gold coins.

“How much does it cost us?”

Francois recalled: "It can save ninety silver coins."

Annan narrowed his eyes. The cost of 0.9 gold coins was sold for 100 gold coins...Is it me who should be hanging on the street lamp?
Francois quickly argued, "...But that doesn't make sense. Those dwarves don't want wages, just give them wine. If they were workers, they would have to pay at least one gold nar."

Annan thought for a moment and said, "Tell them that if they buy more than ten sticks, the price is nine gold coins each; if they buy more than fifty sticks, the price is eight gold coins each; if they buy one hundred sticks, the price is seven gold coins each; if they buy five hundred sticks, the price is six gold coins each; if they buy more than one thousand sticks, the price is five gold coins each."

“Wouldn’t it be too much of a loss to sell it this way?”

Francois had seen the power of the magic musket. It was instant, did not require magic power, and was as powerful as arcane missiles. "And if they learn the crafting process and use it against us..."

"They will learn it sooner or later. Instead of hiding it, it is better to sell it openly. And even if they learn it, we can continue to improve it."

Before Francois could say anything, Ingrid came to Annan with a newspaper.

"what happened?"

"Look at this."

She handed the Glory of Rakhan to Annan.

(End of this chapter)