The middle-aged man at the counter handed out a rolled piece of yellow paper.
Garen took it and unfolded it, then took it aside and looked at it slowly.
‘——Titan City’s emergency deployment list of military supplies:
Spears of Argas: five.
Full body steel armor: seven sets.
War horse armor: seven sets.
Military crossbows: fifteen.
Inactive totem——
Red Dragon Eagle:3.
White Dragon Eagle:3.
White bear: five. Brown bear: 5. Black wolf: 25. Snow eagle: 33. Wolf tooth dog: 33. Black hawk: 10. Northern snow lion: 1. Cowaitan mountain wolf: 15.
White tiger with black stripes: 1. Digging rhinoceros: 1. Giant rattlesnake: 1.’
Garen shook the list and frowned slightly. He waited for the other people to finish handling the matter at the counter, and then came over again.
"I've never heard of the last three totems here. What's the price?"
The middle-aged man glanced at him. "You are a formal member of the guild. The internal special price is 1 million per head. Let me remind you in advance that the last one is listed separately, which means there is no inheritance at all. Without inheritance, there is no way to evolve.
Although the basics are good, you have to understand it yourself.”
"I know." Garen knew it clearly.
I heard that some people have studied the possibility of evolution for digging rhinos and giant rattlesnakes. Only the black-striped white tiger, no school of thought has studied how to cultivate it. This kind of genetic mutation in the tiger itself is extremely ferocious. It is just a
Type, but the speed, power and lethality are very good, comparable to the Dragon Eagle, but there is no possibility of evolution. Many schools have tried hard, but finally gave up.
And there are not many left now. I didn’t expect to see one here.
"How much money do I have in the guild's bank now?" Garen handed over his medal.
I took it at the counter, took the medal and compared it with the serial number and started to inquire.
"870,000 is not even close. How about taking a few missions?" the middle-aged man asked. He has a lot of missions that no one has taken.
"Forget it, I'll come over and get it later, remember to leave it for me." Garen secretly flicked in a few hundred silver wheel cloths. The other party accepted them calmly.
"Don't worry, I'll give you two days. Besides, no one who can afford it will buy it. Who is willing to spend a million to buy a totem that can't evolve?"
"Thank you very much. I'll make a totem for you." Garen took the totem introduction handed out and turned around to leave the counter.
He only had a few tens of thousands of yuan scattered around him. It was not enough at all, but the supplies he had accumulated earlier should be able to be put to use.
"This is the right time, otherwise all the good things may be consumed later. In addition, you have to save money to buy war yoke and war guild hall."
He decided to get the black-striped white tiger first. This thing was what he planned to use as the core totem. The information about the black-striped white tiger was very simple. Garen saw the line about the black-striped white tiger from the totem introduction information.
'White Tiger with Black Stripes: A type of basic totem. It has extremely powerful speed and lethality. Its 6cm fangs can easily bite through the defense of any known totem. It originated from a remote Taha Cannes school six hundred years ago.
.Abilities: Tail whip, piercing bite.'
After leaving the guild, Garen got into a carriage and went straight to the green rice warehouse he purchased.
Sitting on the carriage, he looked out the window. Among the ten people on the street, five of them were holding ladles and pockets. They were queuing up to buy things at rice stores, grain and oil stores, and bakeries. Many vegetable and fruit stores were already busy.
Sold out and closed.
There are only a few large wholesale stores left that advertise limited supply and are still struggling to support themselves.
From time to time, oxcarts pulling supplies passed by on the streets. There were almost no richly dressed nobles and big businessmen on the roads in Tietan District.
Garen estimated that if the supplies he had previously stocked up and sold off at a higher price, he should be able to sell them for more than three million. But at this time, he would keep part of what he ate and use the rest to exchange for more expendable war supplies.
Good deal.
If it were to be exchanged, he could directly negotiate with the guild, and he should be able to exchange half of his reserves for a black-striped white tiger. Garen believed that the guild would not be so discerning, and would definitely see the benefits of waiting for a price increase now that rare goods are available.
If he hadn't been eager to evolve the core totem, Garen himself wouldn't have wanted to sell it so early.
The remaining half can be used for your own consumption and occasionally replaced with other supplies.
Soon, the carriage drove to the area where warehouses were specially built in Tietan District.
Galen got out of the car, paid, and walked directly towards the inner area on the far left.
The location of his warehouse is the most inconspicuous left corner.
He didn't go far when he suddenly realized something was wrong. Gray ox carts were continuously pulling green rice and grain out from the inner area. The cart drivers were all neatly dressed gray cloth servants.
"Stop ahead!"
Not far away, a patrol of leather-armored soldiers came over.
"What are you doing! The front is a private area! No further entry is allowed." The captain was a man with a mustache, and he stared at Garen with a stern expression.
"Private area?" Garen's expression changed a little at this time. He had already seen the entrance of his warehouse through the gaps between the warehouses. One or two ox carts were pulling green rice from inside.
He had been on a mission for such a long time, and had experienced life and death with Goethe and others, and was seriously injured, so he only had some savings. The green rice he purchased was being loaded on bullock carts and pulled out of his warehouse.
"Who do you belong to?!" Garen's face suddenly darkened. "This is my warehouse, and what you are pulling is my green rice!"
Captain Mustache frowned. "This is Lord Griffith's private warehouse area. If you have anything to say, go talk to him."
With a gloomy look on his face, Garen pushed aside a soldier blocking him and strode towards his warehouse.
"Stop! Do you hear me!" Mustache was immediately annoyed, and he chased after him and grabbed Garen's shoulder. However, he missed the opportunity. Garen's speed was much faster than he expected.
"Get him!!" Mustache suddenly shouted.
A group of soldiers rushed forward, some with swords drawn, and others blocking the way.
Garen's feet shook, and an invisible force directly knocked the soldiers behind him away and fell heavily to the ground.
An ox cart that was loading rice not far away was disturbed. The ox pulling the cart let out a long low roar and wanted to escape anxiously.
The little old man sitting at the door of the warehouse keeping accounts saw that the situation was not good and had already released a blue communication bird in his hand. He fell down on the chair and stared at Galen with a pale face.
"I am the butler of Lord Griffith, the quartermaster! You can't touch me! You can't touch me!" He repeated the last sentence, obviously frightened and confused.
"Quartermaster?" Garen narrowed his eyes and had a vague idea.
He stretched out his hand to pick up the little old man and lifted him in front of him.
"The quartermaster can rob other people's private property at will? It seems that he is tired of living and wants to die..."
"Sir... it's none of my business, sir!" The little old man burst into tears and snot all at once. His whole body was shaking like wheat chaff, and cold sweat soon wetted his hair on his temples.
Garen left him casually and stood there waiting. The blue bird released by the little old man just now should have informed the quartermaster, and the real owner will be here soon.
Not long after, a luxurious black carriage drove into the warehouse area and stopped not far from the warehouse.
Two tall men in black military uniforms got out of the car.
The man walking slightly ahead had an ugly expression on his face, with a hint of embarrassment and urgency.
The other person looked calm, playing with a silver pocket watch in his hand and wearing a black sapphire ring on his middle finger.
"Type 2 totem master?" Garen's eyes suddenly locked on the man holding the pocket watch.
"I am Griffith, who dares to cause trouble here?!" The leading man shouted loudly, his eyes quickly fixed on Garen standing at the entrance of the warehouse. "It's you, right? It seems that if you haven't done anything for a long time, everyone in the city
No one knows my name as Griffith anymore."
"Griffid, right? Why can you invade the private property of residents in the city casually?" Gallon faced the two people and directly raised his voice and said coldly. "The green rice and other things I bought here earlier,
It was invaded by your people for no reason, aren’t you going to give me an explanation?”
"Are you the previous owner of this warehouse?" Griffith sneered, "Did you make a mistake? These green rice are all materials that I and other stores brought in some time ago. I still have them here and those stores.
The boss’s contract proves that if you claim other people’s things are your own property, I think you are invading other people’s private property!”
As he said this, he took out a stack of paper documents from his arms and shook it towards Garen with a joking expression on his face.
Gallon frowned. To be honest, this was what he was most worried about. If a person with no background wants to reverse this kind of speculation business, what he fears most is this method. After all, speculation cannot be supported by the government.
He does it behind the scenes, and once someone discovers his lack of power, he is likely to swallow the bitter pill himself.
The other party probably also checked his origins, so he seemed unscrupulous.
"Okay, now that everything is clear, it's time to calculate the compensation for injuring one of my guards. I'm always tolerant. You just need to pay some compensation and I won't hold you responsible." Griffith faced.
Said with a smile.
He had known the identity of the other party for a long time. If Garen had not joined the War Guild and was a member of it, he would have had his bodyguards arrest him.
But now is no different than usual. The War Guild is the frontline combat team in the entire Titan City. Once someone is arrested, the Guild will definitely intervene. Once it gets bigger, this kind of property embezzlement is particularly sensitive and is likely to cause extremely serious consequences.
If the effect is not good, the rebound may be huge when the rabbit dies and the fox becomes sad.
Therefore, this scale must be grasped well. Let the other party only suffer a little loss, but it will not cause too much trouble.
"Okay, let's leave it as it is. Since you are a member of the War Guild, I don't need to hold you responsible for injuring my soldiers." Griffield said with a smile. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature,