Chapter 447
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A day later.
"Mr. Josiah, there have been twelve merchants who wish to negotiate with you since yesterday."
Madam Marina stood in Josiah's study and handed a list of names to Josiah.
"Let them wait for now. I don't have the energy to pay attention to these matters."
A map of Noland was spread out on Josiah's desk.
Ever since the Hearthstone competition ended, the entirety of Noland had once again entered a new wave of Hearthstone craze.
Just the fact that one of the Seven Sages of the Nolan Empire was a Hearthstone player and a loyal player was enough to cause huge waves in the human world.
Josiah also felt that it was time to open a few more Hearthstone branches.
"The Alchemy Factory area on the other side of the Cogwheel River and the northern city entrance of Noland. The other two branches will be opened there. I'll leave the location to you." Josiah drew two circles on the map and handed the remaining professional tasks to Madam Marina. "I'm going to discuss a business deal."
After leaving these tasks, Josiah went to the first floor of the Hearthstone Tavern.
The Hearthstone Tavern was the same as before. It was close to the entrance of the Dwarves' underground city. Josiah had no intention of opening a Hearthstone branch in the Underworld of Noland.
This was what the Dwarven Elder Frostaxe wanted. His original words were, "There's no point in just fighting with your own kind."
"Knight Of The White Thorn?"
Josiah saw a special guest in the Hearthstone Tavern.
"Mr … Mr. Josiah."
The Knight Of The White Thorn stood at the entrance of the Hearthstone Tavern hesitantly. However, it was clear that he had dressed up seriously today. Not only was his hair well combed, but he had also sprayed a strange perfume on his body.
Josiah glanced at the bouquet of flowers in the hands of the Knight Of The White Thorn. He had already guessed what the theater manager wanted to do in the tavern.
"Madam Marina is on the second floor. I will leave the tavern for a while." Josiah said.
"This … Mr. Josiah, I'm just here to greet Madam Marina."
This was the first time Josiah had seen the middle-aged artist in such an awkward state.
"Alright, then how long are you going to stand here?"
With Josiah's reminder, the Knight Of The White Thorn tidied up the accessories on his clothes and stepped into the tavern filled with dwarves. He walked up to the second floor as if he was about to enter a battlefield.
Josiah looked at the back of the Knight Of The White Thorn as he left. He could not help but sigh that the estrus period of humans was really long. Even in middle age, he could still pursue 'girls' like a young man.
After bidding farewell to the Knight Of The White Thorn, Josiah walked out of the tavern and saw Hiri waiting for him outside.
"The purple-clothed one … gave you another holiday?"
Josiah felt that his assistant's holiday was a little scary.
"Today is an extracurricular exam."
Hiri pointed at the mini version of Deathwing that was lying on her shoulder.
"My teacher told me to maintain the 'reasonable operation' of this illusion no matter what state I am in."
"There's this kind of practice?" Josiah raised his head and looked around. He could indeed feel a gaze staring at Hiri. "Alright, then let me be the invigilator for once."
Josiah opened the car door. The Deathwing on Hiri's shoulder flew into the car and sat on the seat like a hound.
Hiri sat on the passenger seat without hesitation.
According to the information provided by the Dark Elves, Josiah drove to the temporary residence of the Noland Tournament's runner-up.
… …
Dorothy woke up feeling like she was in a dream.
She was lying on the bed in the hotel and browsing the web page of the spellcaster forum. One out of every ten posts was about her, and another was about yesterday's competition.
The users on the spellcaster forum praised Dorothy so much that even Dorothy herself had to cover her face in embarrassment.
A portion of the Spell Casters regarded this girl from the Iron Nation as a goddess.
She inexplicably became popular among the young spellcasters in the whole of Noland.
This feeling really made Dorothy feel like she was in a dream.
Yesterday, she was just an unknown passerby in Noland, but today, countless spellcasters in Noland knew her name and appearance.
Perhaps … this was also one of the reasons why the gladiators fought so hard to win?
"Next time, champion."
"Don't be depressed after getting second place. There should be another competition next year …"
Dorothy glanced at the message from Fuya and the Flower of Falosi. She sat up from the bed and slapped her cheek.
Although she won the second place in the Noland Tournament and received the recognition and appreciation of the spellcasters in Noland.
But Dorothy's goal in coming to Noland had not been achieved.
She knew that she now had a great advantage.
Last night, the protection of the Gray Robe had allowed Dorothy to escape.
But Dorothy did not think that the earl's son would let her go after that.
Because of this, Dorothy had specially moved to a new hotel.
Dorothy's home was in Ossen Castle, and the foundation of the Silverflower Merchant Guild was also in Ossen Castle.
So Dorothy's original goal of 'saving the bankrupt Silverflower Merchant Guild' had not changed.
What should I do next?
While Dorothy was deep in thought, there was a knock on her door.
This immediately made Dorothy go into a state of alert.
"Who is it?" Dorothy had already quietly moved to the window. If Count Kirrlutz sent someone to catch her, Dorothy would immediately jump out of the window and escape.
"A partner."
Partner?
Dorothy did not understand the meaning of this word, but she recognized the owner of the voice. It was the owner of the Hearthstone Tavern, Josiah.
He was even the man who made Dorothy suspect that he was the inventor of Hearthstone.
"Please come in."
Dorothy gave up on the idea of escaping and opened the door for Josiah to enter.
Although Josiah had shown Dorothy the 'cruelty' of the game Hearthstone on the first day she arrived in Noland, and it was under Josiah's guidance that Dorothy successfully entered this circle.
Behind Josiah was a female spellcaster with gray hair and eyes. This hair and eye color were all characteristics of the people of the Land of Frost.
What caught Dorothy's attention was the young Dragon on the female spellcaster's shoulder, or rather, a 'pseudo-dragon'.
Wait … Why does it look like the Wings of Death?
"This is an illusion, don't mind it."
Hiri noticed Dorothy's gaze and made the Wings of Death on her shoulder straighten its body and put its hands on its waist.
Illusion … Is she also an illusion spellcaster?
"Mr. Josiah, what brings you here?"
Dorothy did not ask any unnecessary questions. She found a table and three chairs and sat down with Josiah and Hiri.
"Actually, I'm here for your Silver Patterned Flower Merchant Guild." Josiah's first sentence made Dorothy very happy.
The information that Dorothy had gathered in Noland was enough to prove that Josiah was the owner of the World Tree.
"Is it … a partnership?" Dorothy asked tentatively.
"A partnership? No, I intend to purchase your merchant guild. "Josiah placed a crystal that was emitting a faint green glow on the table.
Purchase …
Dorothy had never seen such a tyrannical and direct transaction method.
The other party was holding a long knife and a chopping board, telling her that she was a 'fish' and that she should jump onto the chopping board quickly.
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