"I like it, so I want it, what does it have to do with you?" Qiao Nan not only was not afraid, but smiled contemptuously, "The auction house is where whoever has the money can buy it, why, you want to break the rules of the auction house? "

The flesh on the rich businessman's face was shaking. He pointed at Qiao Nan and shivered, "Do you want money? Okay, I'll see if you have the money to call me."

"This gentleman." The girl sitting next to Qiao Nan couldn't help but said, "He is the patriarch of the Hollas family, and you can't compare to him."

Qiao Nan blinked and smiled at her, "Thank you for your concern, but no need."

Seeing that Qiao Nan didn't listen, the woman rolled her eyes.

If he doesn't listen to other people's advice, he will be retaliated when he leaves the auction house.

"Our husband is the patriarch of the Hollas family. I advise you not to rob us, otherwise, you will be beautiful."

Qiao Nan sneered, but leaned back, "I never thought about quitting, and I am willing to cooperate at any time. Of course, I hope you don't regret your decision today."

In the lounge of the city lord of Bangalore, a refined man with long white hair was sitting at the table, and there were many piles of parchment on his right hand. These were the affairs of Bangalore City today.

The carved wooden door of the city master's room was wide open, and the open windows and door swept through the cool breeze, sweeping away the heat in the house.

"Mr. Noel." The middle-aged man in a black suit knocked on the door holding a stack of documents, reminding the young man, "The robber group outside the city has been dealt with, and the bounty has just been taken away. This is today's document, please. Take a look."

"Oh?" The man raised his head, revealing a refined and handsome face. He also had a pair of unilateral round-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. His eyes were long and narrow.

He was wearing a white, gold-trimmed stand-collar robe, neat and spotless from head to toe, and the clothes on his body were also ironed. Except for the necessary folds when sitting down, there were no other creases. The stand-up collar shirt was neatly close to his neck. Only a small section of his neck and face was exposed all over his body, and even when correcting documents, he wore a pair of snow-white gloves on his hands.

"Who is it?"

"It's a swordsman named 'Joe'."

When he heard the name Joe, the man called Noel paused his hand to correct the document. The ink left an ugly black spot on the parchment because of this momentary pause, and the gloves were accidentally stained with black. stains.

Noel frowned, put down the quill, took off the gloves, and threw them into the trash can. He took new gloves from the storage ring and put them on. Then he continued to ask, "Have you checked your identity and background?"

"It's the people from Morden Town, who came with those adventurers."

"There have been many more adventurers recently." Noel pondered, "Is there a portrait of him?"

"No." The middle-aged man shook his head, "But it should be good to be able to get rid of Jia Tu and the others."

Jia Tu and the others have been wandering outside the city for a long time, and the City Lord's Mansion has never been able to make room to deal with them, so they can only be thrown on the wanted list.

It's best if there are adventurers willing to do it, and if not, they'll take out the bandits after this hunting season is over.

The former city lord didn't care about this, he only cared about his own food, drink and enjoyment. Now a new acting city lord has come, and he planned to solve them in the past few days, but he didn't expect an adventurer to do it for them.

The supervisor came here just to inform this high-ranking official from the imperial capital. After the report, he put the document on the table in front of him, then bowed and left. When he left, he stretched out his hand to close the door and gave Nuoer a clean slate. Space.

Now the city lord's mansion is busy up and down. The former city lord of Bangalore died in the hunting season not long ago, and the main city cannot be left unattended, so the imperial capital sent this Mr. Noel here to temporarily manage Bangalore city.

Mr. Nuoer, who came from the imperial capital, is very individual, strong, and has good business skills. He quickly reorganized Bangal City in the few days he came here.

It is that the requirements for hygiene and symmetry have reached a terrifying level, which is really unbearable.

Norman glanced irritably at the document with a black dot, and after holding it for a long time, he quickly browsed the document and signed his name aside.

After doing all this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Coming here is also his own choice.

The imperial capital is too depressing, and staying in the residence full of traces of the teacher will only make him unable to escape from the past.

Instead of indulging in the past, change the environment.

So Norman changed his face and changed his name and came to the remote city of Bangal.

Norman rubbed his brows, then closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair, allowing his sore brain to rest.

These jobs shouldn't have made him so tired, he just found it boring to lie to himself.

Knowing that such hopeless waiting was fruitless, he still held a bit of luck, thinking that maybe the teacher was reincarnated and appeared in front of him again.

He has learned the knowledge that the teacher gave him, and has become the greatest outstanding magician of the human race other than the teacher. He can confidently say that he is the most knowledgeable person on this continent other than the teacher.

But how can this be? Even the most learned person has no way of resurrecting the teacher, and can only search for the elusive hope day after day.

Norman just took a short rest before starting to work again. Maybe he was thinking about something. After finishing all the work on the table, he put his eyes on the parchment that the middle-aged man brought.

Is it Joe...?

Norman spread out the kraft paper, which was the most common mission report, as well as the final information on the mission completer.

And the bottom one, the signature of the task completer.

Norman's originally calm gaze suddenly shuddered when he saw the name.