Chapter 307
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Fret got off the magic cart and stepped on the muddy ground.
Noland was the most prosperous city in this world. The proof of that was the roads in Noland.
Fret's capital was the Iron Nation. Many of the city-states had muddy roads that were difficult to walk on. Even the edge of Noland was paved with pure white stones.
However, Squirrel Street was the only exception. It was a small shadow in the city of Noland that shone with the brilliance of magic. It wasn't even a shadow, but a stain.
The place where the demon invited Fret for a business meeting was an extremely secluded tavern in Squirrel Street.
It was so secluded that even the road was filled with filth and mud.
When Fret got off the carriage, he took out the letter that the demon sent him. He repeatedly compared the location mentioned in the letter with the name written on the tavern's signboard.
In the end, he confirmed that this was the tavern that the demon mentioned.
"Lord Fret."
The guard that came with him realized that the situation wasn't looking good.
The tavern's appearance was terrible. Even the wooden signboard had some traces of damage.
If it wasn't for the sign that said it was made of wood, it might have been mistaken for a pigsty instead of a tavern.
"Maybe it's to keep it a secret."
Fret found an excuse.
He pondered for a while and walked towards the tavern on the muddy ground.
He only hoped that it wasn't a 'prank' by the demon.
Fret and his guard pushed open the door of the tavern. What surprised Fret was that the business of this shabby and secluded tavern was unexpectedly good.
Almost all the seats in the tavern were occupied, and he couldn't find the demon in the dense crowd for a while.
"Lord Fret, they don't look like people from Squirrel Street."
His guard reminded Fret in a low voice. Fret also noticed it.
The customers in this tavern were not dressed as shabbily as the hooligans in Squirrel Street. Frit even saw a few spellcasters in magic robes sitting there.
Finally, Frit saw the young demon at the bar counter. The last time Frit saw him was on the podium of the Ruhrsk Higher Magic Academy.
One of Noland's Seven Sages, Gray Robe, was his student, so Frit had never underestimated this demon because of his age.
Fret strode to the bar counter.
The interior of the tavern was much cleaner than the outside. At least there were no vomit or blood stains on the chairs.
"You're just in time. If you were a few minutes later, there wouldn't be any seats left," Josiah said to Frit as he swirled a glass of water in his hand.
A few minutes later?
When Fritz heard this, he took out his pocket watch and glanced at it. The time on it showed eight in the morning!
"Mr. Josiah, I really wonder who would come to the tavern so early in the morning." Fritter could think of one or two types of people. They were drunkards who had accomplished nothing.
"Uh … A man who stayed up all night to watch the UEFA European Championship, only to have his TV smashed by his wife …?"
Josiah gave an example that Frit didn't understand at all.
Frit wanted to say something, but Josiah's prophecy soon began to come true.
Six guests walked into the tavern. They didn't look like residents of Squirrel Street no matter how one looked at them. Two of them were panting and seemed to have run all the way here.
"Is there no more seats in this tavern?" One of the guests said after catching his breath.
"Why don't we just sit on the floor?" Another person suggested.
But at that moment, the tavern owner hurriedly came out from the back and brought two long benches to the six guests.
"Esteemed guests, if you don't mind, why don't you squeeze together for a while?" The tavern owner said tentatively.
The six guests looked at each other and had no choice but to squeeze on the two long benches.
Frit saw this scene. These people didn't come to the tavern to drink, but to wait for something.
"Could it be that the 'television' magic-guided machine was also installed here?"
Frit suddenly remembered that his spy once mentioned the magic-guided machine to him. He was busy solving the patent dispute with the Land of Frost Chamber of Commerce, so he didn't pay attention to it.
"That's right," Josiah said.
"I heard that after many shops installed 'televisions', the number of customers visiting the shops increased."
Frit looked around the tavern. When he first heard the intelligence from the spy, he didn't really believe it, but this time, he saw it with his own eyes.
The remote and run-down tavern on Squirrel Street had attracted so many people, and many of them had run all the way here.
Frit was about to ask Josiah what the 'television' magic-guided machine was when another voice rang in the tavern and interrupted his conversation.
He followed the voice and looked at the pure white wall on the other side of the tavern. Suddenly, the image of a man sitting in front of a long table appeared on the wall.
This reminded him of the scene when he watched a movie at the White Thorn Flower Theater. He also knew that man, and that was the demon killer Lyon in "This Demon Isn't Too Cold".
But this time, he didn't play the role of the demon killer Lyon, but a broadcaster. He used his deep voice to greet all the residents of Noland.
"Welcome to the daytime news, I'm Pluck. Yesterday at around seven in the morning, there was another explosion in the Noland Alchemy Market …"
At this moment, Fritz understood what the so-called "television" was.
He also liked to listen to the Voice of Noland, so of course he knew about the daytime news program.
If the Voice of Noland only transmitted sound at the beginning … then this' television 'magic-guided machine presented images to the public.
Frit saw the owner of the bass voice for the first time, and at the same time, a picture and video of the Noland Alchemy Market appeared on the screen.
"Those damn foxes!"
Frit recognized the place shown in the picture and video. It wasn't far from the alchemy shop he owned.
The Chamber of Commerce of the Land of Frost used some cunning means to replace his goods with a bunch of inferior products, which caused the goods to explode.
At that time, Frit even paid a large sum of money to the victims.
Fortunately, the report didn't clearly state which alchemy shop it was, and only reminded the public to be careful when buying alchemy items that could explode.
This made Frit sigh in relief. If Nolan's Voice had pointed out which shop the alchemy item had come from, then it would have seriously affected his trading firm.
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