The middle-aged man behind the counter handed over a roll of yellow paper.
Garon took it and opened it, taking it to one side to read slowly.
'— — Iron Tank City Emergency Allocation List:
Agaz's Spear: 5.
Full Body Armor: 7 sets.
War Horse Armor: 7 sets.
Military Crossbow: 15 sets.
Inactive Totems — —
Red Dragonhawk: 3.
White Dragonhawk: 3.
White Bear: 5. Brown Bear: 5. Black Wolf: 25. Snow Eagle: 33. Wolf Fang Hound: 33. Black Eagle: 10. Northern Snow Lion: 1. Kovitan Mountain Wolf: 15.
Black-striped White Tiger: 1. Digging Rhinoceros: 1. Giant Rattlesnake: 1. '
Garon shook the list, frowning slightly. He waited for the other person to finish his business at the counter, then went over again.
"Of the totems on this list, the last three are unheard of, what's the price?"
The middle-aged man glanced at him. "You're an official member of the guild, there's a special price. One million per head. Let me remind you, the last one is listed separately, meaning that there's no inheritance at all. Without inheritance, there's no way to evolve. Although the foundation is good, you have to be clear. "
"Got it." Garon was clear in his heart.
He had heard that there was a slight possibility of evolution for the Digging Rhinoceros and the Giant Rattlesnake. Only the Black-striped White Tiger, no guild had figured out how to cultivate it. This type of genetic mutation in tigers was extremely ferocious. It was only a first form, but its speed, strength, and lethality were not bad, comparable to a Dragonhawk, but there was no possibility of evolution. Many guilds had tried, but gave up in the end.
And there weren't many left now, he didn't expect to see one here.
"How much money do I have in the guild's treasury now?" Garon handed over his medal.
He took it from the counter, held the medal and compared it to the code number, and began to check.
"870,000. Almost there. Do you want to take a few missions? "The middle-aged man asked. He had a bunch of missions here that no one wanted to take.
"Forget it, I'll come and get it later, remember to leave it for me." Garon secretly flicked a few pieces of 100 silver rumbs. The other party accepted it without batting an eyelid.
"Don't worry, I'll leave it for you for two days. Besides, those who can afford it won't buy it. Who would be willing to spend a million to buy a totem that can't evolve? "
"Thanks a lot, I got it to make a secondary totem." Garon took a totem introduction from inside and turned to leave the counter.
He only had a few tens of thousands of dollars on him, which was not enough at all. However, the supplies that he had previously accumulated should be able to come in handy.
"This is just the right time. Otherwise, all the good stuff might be used up in the end. Also, I need to save money to buy the War Shackles and the War Hall. "
He decided to take down the Black-Striped White Tiger first. He intended to use it as a core totem. The information about the Black-Striped White Tiger was very simple. Garon saw a line about the Black-Striped White Tiger from the totem's introduction.
'Black-striped White Tiger: Form 1 basic totem. It has extremely fast speed and lethality. Its 6cm fangs can easily bite through any known totem's defense. It originated from a remote Taha Canna school of thought 600 years ago. Abilities: Tail whip, piercing bite. '
After leaving the guild, Garon sat in a horse carriage and went straight to the location of the green rice warehouse that he had purchased.
Sitting in the horse carriage, he looked out of the window. Out of the ten people on the street, five of them were holding pots and pans, queuing up to buy things at the rice store, the grain store, and the bakery. Many of the greengrocers had already sold out and closed their doors.
Only a few large wholesale stores were still struggling to hang on with their limited supply signs.
From time to time, cattle carts carrying supplies would pass by on the streets. There were almost no nobles or merchants in luxurious clothing on the streets of Iron Tank District.
Garon estimated that the supplies that he had previously stored, if he were to sell them at a higher price, he should be able to sell them for more than three million dollars. However, at this time, it would be more cost-effective to keep a portion of his own food and use the rest to exchange for consumable war supplies.
If he wanted to trade, he could directly negotiate with the guild. He should be able to use half of his reserves to exchange for the Black-Striped White Tiger. Garon believed that the guild would not be so blind. They would definitely be able to see the benefits of sitting and waiting for the price to rise.
If it were not for the fact that he was in a hurry to evolve his core totem, Garon himself would not have wanted to sell it so early.
The remaining half could be used for his own consumption, and occasionally exchanged for other supplies.
Soon, the horse carriage arrived at the area where Iron Tank District's warehouses were built.
Garon alighted, paid the fare, and walked straight to the leftmost inner area.
His warehouse was located in the most inconspicuous corner on the left.
After walking for a short distance, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. Grey cattle carts were continuously transporting green rice from the inner area. The drivers were all servants dressed in grey cloth.
"Stop in front!"
Not far away, a team of patrolling leather armored soldiers rushed over.
"What are you doing! This is a private area! You are not allowed to enter. "The captain was a man with a mustache. He stared sternly at Garon.
"Private area?" Garon's expression changed. Through the gaps between the warehouses, he could already see the main entrance of his warehouse. One or two cattle carts were transporting green rice from the inside.
He had been doing missions for so long, and had gone through life and death situations with Goth and the rest. He had only managed to accumulate some savings to purchase the green rice. Now, they were all being transported out of his warehouse by cattle carts.
"Who are you?!" Garon's expression darkened. "This is my warehouse. What you are transporting is my green rice!"
The mustached captain frowned. "This is Master Griffith's private warehouse area. If you have anything to say, you can talk to him."
Garon's expression darkened. He pushed aside a soldier who was blocking him and strode towards his warehouse.
"Stop right there!! Do you hear me! "The mustached man was furious. He chased after Garon and tried to grab him by the shoulder. However, he grabbed nothing. Garon's speed was much faster than he expected.
"Take him down!!" The mustached man shouted.
A group of soldiers rushed forward. Some of them pulled out their swords, while others blocked his path.
Garon's feet shook. An invisible force sent the soldiers behind him flying. They fell heavily to the ground.
A cattle cart not far away was disturbed. The cattle pulling the cart let out a long moo. They were anxious and wanted to escape.
The old man who was sitting at the warehouse entrance saw that the situation was not good. He released a blue messenger bird. He fell into a chair and stared at Garon with a pale face.
"I am the butler of the quartermaster, Master Griffith! You can't touch me! You can't touch me! "He repeated the last sentence. He was obviously scared out of his wits.
"Quartermaster?" Garon narrowed his eyes. He had a rough idea.
He reached out and picked up the little old man, bringing him in front of him.
"You think a quartermaster can take other people's private property? Looks like he's tired of living and wants to die … "
"Master … This has nothing to do with me, Master!" The old man's tears and snot came out immediately. His whole body was shaking like wheat chaff. Cold sweat quickly wet the hair on his temples.
Garen casually tossed him aside and stood at the same spot to wait. The Blue Bird released by the little old man just now should have already notified the quartermaster, and the person in question should be arriving soon.
Not long after, a luxurious black horse carriage drove into the warehouse area. It stopped not far away from the warehouse.
Two tall men in black military uniforms came down from the carriage.
The man who was walking slightly in front had an ugly expression. He was embarrassed and anxious.
The other person looked calm. He was playing with a silver pocket watch in his hand. He wore a black gem ring on his middle finger.
"Form 2 totem user?" Garon's gaze locked on the man with the pocket watch.
"I am Griffith. Who dares to cause trouble here?!" The leading man shouted. His gaze quickly fixed on Garon who was standing at the warehouse entrance. "It's you, right? Looks like I haven't fought for a long time. No one in the city knows my name. "
"Griffith, right? What right do you have to invade the private property of the citizens of the city? "Garon faced the two of them. He raised his voice and said coldly. "The green rice and other things I bought here were taken by your people for no reason. Don't you plan to give me an explanation?"
"You're the previous owner of this warehouse?" Griffith sneered. "You must have made a mistake. These green rice were brought in by me and the other shops some time ago. I still have the proof of the contract with the other shop owners. Claiming other people's things as your own property. I think you're the one who's invading other people's property! "
As he spoke, he took out a stack of paper documents and waved it in front of Garon. He had a mocking expression on his face.
Garon frowned. To be honest, this was what he was most worried about. A person without any background who wanted to do this kind of business was most afraid of these kinds of methods. After all, it was impossible to get the support of the government. They could only do it behind the scenes. Once they were found out that they were not powerful enough, they would suffer the consequences.
The other party probably checked his background, which was why he was so unrestrained.
"Alright, now that everything is clear, it's time to calculate the compensation for injuring my guards. I've always been a generous person. You just have to pay some money and I won't pursue the matter." Griffith said with a smile.
He already knew the other party's identity. If not for the fact that Garon had joined the War Guild and was one of its members, he would have already asked his bodyguards to arrest him.
But now was not the same as usual. The War Guild was the frontline battle team of the entire Iron Tank City. Once someone was arrested, the guild would definitely investigate. Once the matter got out of hand, this kind of property invasion was especially sensitive. It was very likely that it would lead to an extremely negative effect.
So this scale had to be controlled well. The other party would only suffer a little loss, but it wouldn't cause too much of a commotion.
"Alright, let's leave it at that. Seeing that you're a member of the War Guild, I won't pursue the matter of injuring my guards. "Griffith said with a smile.
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