As night falls, everything will return to silence.
As countless eyes looked at this ordinary town.
An inconspicuous man, with the last glimmer of hope in despair, rushed into the town like a stray dog.
"Is the number correct?" Haro said, looking at the closed carriages in front of him, "Please don't shortchange me."
"Hey, look at what you're saying." The coachman said dissatisfiedly, "You only have a few, can I count less? Wait until you are able to put together a whole team instead of sharing a car with others before you say this to me."
"It's not that easy." Haro muttered, "Gold merchants all have their own territories. Where can I go to get new sources of income?"
The coachman raised an eyebrow: "Don't you know about wildfire?"
"Wildfire?"
"Yes, it's the place called Senra a hundred years ago."
"I know where it is. What do you think it is?"
"You are too uninformed to be a messenger." The coachman shook his head and said, "A few months ago, there was a wildfire incident. The entire Wildfire Holy Church disappeared overnight. In addition, the God of Senluo died long ago.
Now that land has become a veritable godless and ownerless land."
Harrow narrowed his eyes slightly: "I have heard of this, but won't that attract the attention of other churches?"
"Haha, who can set their sights on that place now?" the coachman said, "The Rhine is no longer what it used to be, Lyra has been rebuilt, and Holy Sound is still in chaos. Only a few other major secret sects are interested. But aren't the secret sects our peers?"
Haro became interested: "Now that you put it that way, it seems like there is something to it."
"Of course, if you can't occupy the land, it's not easy to kidnap a few children." The coachman raised his whip, "But you'd better find a gold merchant to accompany you. After all, there are too many people eyeing that place now."
After that, the coachman drove away, and Harrow walked back, thinking.
It is indeed a good opportunity. I can really try my luck.
No, it’s not that you can, you must go and take a look, otherwise it will be monopolized by those gold merchants again.
Harrow returned to his place and took out his key to open the door.
I don't know when that idiot Lyle will be officially promoted to a gold merchant. If he becomes a gold merchant, wouldn't I feel much more comfortable?
But then again, if Lyle became a gold merchant, then it is possible that I have been holding his money and not sending it back.
The door was halfway open when Harrow saw a dark shadow appear before him.
There is someone behind him!
Harrow was startled and was about to turn around when he was pressed against the door panel by a huge force. A roar like a wild beast exploded in his ears.
"Where's my son?"
Lyle grabbed Harrow's head and pushed it against the door.
"You damned old liar!"
He screamed hysterically.
"Give me back my son!"
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