It turns out that this is the reason. It seems that it is not easy for anyone.
But fortunately, by chance, the matter of them entering the noble area was solved perfectly.
Tracking the night elves can also be put on the agenda.
It's a good thing that boy didn't run further.
Mai Fan looked at the yellow dot on the map. After entering the noble area, the night elf stopped at an edge area.
"Go this way."
If the noble district is also divided into three, six or nine levels, then the area where the night elves are stagnant will be the slum area of the noble district.
Set against the backdrop of a single-family villa and a luxurious manor, there is a very special residential area.
The houses here are basically rows.
It can't be said to be bad, after all, everyone has independent housing.
But once you have the title of nobility.
The people living here are really too crowded and there are too many people.
Their gardens are next to each other and their facilities are shared.
I bought food and clothing from very exquisite shops, but it was not enough...
I don’t have my own servants, I don’t have my own chef, I have to take care of my butler when I wear my clothes.
Then this nobleman is no longer a nobleman. How is this different from the life of ordinary wealthy businessmen outside?
There is no title of nobility, but it brings shame to the word nobility.
So the people living in this area are very conflicted.
Although he is clearly in despair, he still tries to make a fool of himself. He tries his best to maintain his dignity and try to restore his former glory.
The night elf who was followed by Mai Fan had a very bad journey.
Because on the road he met many people who were collecting debts from him.
These people include the owner of the food store, the clerk in the bakery, and the most annoying one is the pharmacist who dispenses medicine for his wife.
He has not walked this road for many days.
Because if you want to walk along this road, you must pass by the pharmacy that looks very decorated.
As the old owner of this pharmacy, he should be very popular with the store owner.
But on the contrary, every time he passed by here, he would be frightened and run as fast as flying.
Because he owed the pharmacy owner a large sum of money.
He can't afford this money yet.
But today he has to pass here.
Because if he can no longer get the medicine, his wife may not be able to survive today.
Ding dong…
The bell at the door of the shop alerted the boss that a customer had arrived.
The owner of this shop is also a pharmacist himself.
He was originally smiling when he heard that there were customers.
However, when he saw the person clearly, his face drooped.
As a race whose face is longer than that of a horse, if you look at it like this, your face will almost hit the floor.
"Why are you here again? Are you coming to pay me back?"
The night elf stood at the door, a look of embarrassment appeared on his supposedly gorgeous face.
This expression would make any woman moved...but it didn't impress the owner of this store.
"I won't follow your example. If you have money, pay it back. If you don't have money, get out."
"Well..." the night elf said, "I just want to ask if you can give me another stabilizing potion."
"You only need one, and it only lasts for these three days."
The pharmacist sighed.
"I told you that stabilizing potions are useless."
"I want to completely solve your wife's problem."
"It's not something my small shop can do."
"Go and ask the most famous wizard in the city."
"The top wizard of the undead tribe who can have independent insurance in the city."
"Only he can solve your wife's problem."
"No matter how much medicine you get from me, it will only make your wife more miserable."
The night elf smiled bitterly when he heard these words.
"Do you think I haven't tried it? But I can't even enter that area."
"Guarding that area is not the guardian of the Dark City."
"That lord has the privilege of manning his own guards."
"The mountains surrounding his castle are filled with skeletons."
"I would like to request that this adult must wade through the zombie sea of Skeleton Mountain to do his work."
"With my small physique, I don't even have the qualifications to get started."
The outstanding appearance of the night elves has no effect in front of this adult.
"Yes, but I'm not doing charity here."
"You already owe me 35 gold coins."
"I can't give you any more potions on credit until you pay off the debt."
"My business relies entirely on these small-scale transactions with low profits."
After all, the great nobles all have their own pharmacists, and there are more than one.
If he weren't a man who advocates freedom, he wouldn't want to work for any family.
As a distinguished pharmacist, you will never show your face outside.
"Well, let's do that."
The night elf struggled for a long time and took out a small badge from his arms.
He fumbled for the badge in his hand and handed it to the pharmacist with some reluctance.
“What if I use this as collateral?”
The pharmacist took it and took a look and was very surprised: "Do you really want to use this as a mortgage?"
"This is a sign of your noble status."
"You must know your current title."
"Although it's not very high, it's not the lowest either."
"You can bring someone into the aristocratic area for free."
"This can be sold at a high price on the black market."
"And isn't this badge the only way your wife can live in this area?"
"You have thought about it."
"If you cannot redeem this badge, you will lose your noble status and your wife will no longer be able to live here."
"As a night elf, would you go to an ordinary area to live with a group of ordinary people?"
"Have you ever thought about what would happen if Madam didn't drag you down?"
"Maybe your life won't be what it is now."
The pharmacist's advice was really from the perspective of the night elves.
Who knew that after hearing these words, the night elf suddenly became excited: "I will never abandon my wife! She is my life."
"What's the use of having a noble title if you don't even have a life."
"I just want to use this medal as a mortgage. Three days, just give me three days, and I will bring enough money to redeem my medal."
Seeing the elegant night elf lose such a temper.
The pharmacy owner knew he was serious.
He shook his head helplessly, sighed, and returned to his desk.
