Fitz Graber likes to be called "Boss" because it makes him appear wealthy and powerful, even though the business he has been running has always been just a small hotel.
Whether it's in Zuldazar.
Still in Zutiu.
They're all the same.
Compared to opening an inn in Zuldazar a year and a half ago, a place full of trolls.
Zutiu, a place where goblins can be seen everywhere, makes him feel safer.
But if any old friend who knew Fizz Greber in Zuldazar saw his current property.
They will definitely laugh at him: "Greber, why are your business methods getting worse and worse? Look, your hotel is so small! It's still open in such a remote place!! It's better to go bankrupt!!"
Yes, compared to his inn in Zuldazar.
The business opened in Zutiu is indeed shabby and small, and the location is too quiet, far away from densely populated areas.
Only some adventurers who can't find rooms in those big hotels or are lost will occasionally come here to stay.
Sometimes, when Zutiu is more lively and the hotels in the city are basically full, there will be desperate adventurers who come to this remote hotel.
Just like in recent times.
Due to the latest order issued by the God-King of the New Zul Empire, the Adventurer's Guild has issued many exploration missions.
The difficulty of these exploration tasks is very low, and the rewards are very generous. Not only are there cash rewards, but there are also reputation points rewards and enchanted equipment rewards that adventurers want most.
The adventurers who got the news came like ants, and the entire Tanaris and Un'Goro Crater were filled with adventurers.
They were frantically looking for huge door-shaped buildings and green-skinned creatures that were not goblins.
As long as you can find one of these two things and lead the imperial team to the scene, you can get super high rewards.
Even if you don't find it, you can still make some small income by patrolling various places.
In the past year, Zutiu and Zutona, which have gradually become the holy places for adventurous and dissolute professionals in Azeroth, suddenly found such a simple and rewarding mission.
It also attracts most of the adventurers from Azeroth.
Plus the Empire's policy of non-discrimination.
As well as powerful guards and police forces, it is a great deterrent to adventurers.
The New Zul Empire is not famous elsewhere, but it is extremely famous in the hearts of adventurers.
This is currently the only place in Azeroth that does not discriminate against adventurers.
The generous and simple patrol missions, as well as the political attitude and policies that are tolerant to adventurers, have caused Zutiu to be full of people in the past month.
The original hotels had long been full of guests, and FitzGreber, a small and shabby hotel with an unimportant location, also took a share of the business.
It was noon at this time.
The business in the store is very good.
"Zutiwu has been extremely hot these days. I heard that yesterday there was a vulture that just wanted to rest on the ground. What do you think? It's ripe! Hahahaha..."
Fizz Greber looked at the troll man who told boring jokes with disgust. The dumbfounded expression of a tauren next to him told the goblin that this big man had similar ideas to him.
This troll is instantly recognizable as a frost troll from the north, and his skin color is unmistakable.
As for the tauren, they are not like the docile Shuharu of Kalimdor. Their hair is thick and long. It must be very hot in this weather.
They should also be yak people from the north.
This two-person team is a bit strange. A frost troll and a yak man, I don’t know how they came together to form a team.
Maybe it's a hairless frost troll who sleeps without a quilt at night and needs the smelly yak hair as a quilt.
Fitz Grabber speculated maliciously.
"Hello boss, please give me a glass of juice, thank you." With fluent human lingua franca, a hoarse and low voice, and a polite attitude, the "boss" almost didn't need to look at it to know that it was a person whose head was like a holy light.
A stubborn and pious human priest.
Don't ask why Fitz Greber can understand the universal language of mankind. Zutiu has stipulated that if you want to make money in Zutiu's service industry, you must know at least three languages.
Troll language is a must.
Others are optional, but at least three doors.
In order to make money, Fitz Greber has been tinkering with foreign languages for a long time.
He now knows five languages besides goblin, human common language, dwarven language, Thalassian, Nordrassil and troll language, and is an out-and-out foreign language expert in Azeroth.
When he saw this Holy Light priest, Fitz Greber immediately knew that he was an adventurous novice from the eastern continent, or a Holy Light paranoid who dreamed of preaching here.
Such customers.
It is a high-quality customer source.
"Today the temperature is above the standard, the juice is twice as expensive, and according to the rules, weapons are left at the door."
The boss slowly pointed to the door. There was already a huge battle ax and a strange-looking cane lying there quietly. They seemed to be the belongings of the other two guests in the hotel.
"Sorry, I can't leave my staff."
"This is a rule, if you don't want to make trouble." The boss said while pointing to the goblin guards walking around outside, obviously accustomed to this situation. "Of course I don't mind if they kill you and take you away.
luggage."
The human priest thought for a while, and finally silently placed the staff at the door. He chose a position near the door, seeming to be worried about his staff.
But in this way, he was always exposed to the direct sunlight shining through the door. His white priest's robe was shining, and he looked very hot no matter what...
The frost troll looked at the stubborn look of the human priest, suddenly thought of something, turned around and said something to the yak man.
As he spoke, he danced and gestured, and then laughed wildly.
The yak man pulled him and frowned at him.
The Holy Light Priest, who was sweating from the sun, looked at the Frost Troll in confusion, but he didn't understand it for a moment.
"He said your clothes looked like a white tortoise shell." Fitz Gribble suddenly came up with a tactful translation.
The human priest looked embarrassed, but he seemed to be well-educated. After drinking some juice, he began to sit quietly and pray.
"Bang!" The door was pushed open again.
"Great, finally here is a customer that I don't have to look up at." Fitzger Ribo shouted to the new customer.
"Thunder Ale, boss!" The new customer's voice was as loud as thunder.
"We don't have this thing here, Stone Head... Oh, maybe, but you have to pay four times the price. Do you know how troublesome it is to get that thing here? Oh, by the way, the weapons are at the door!"
The dwarf warrior boss reluctantly placed the ax at the door, but looked at the giant battle ax that was lying there with interest.
"The workmanship is really good." The dwarf couldn't help but admire it.
Judging from the shape and scale of the weapon, it seemed that it belonged to the largest guest in the hotel, a yak man.
The yak man did not understand the meaning of this dwarven saying and looked at the dwarf in confusion.
"Thunder Ale, dwarf, six times the price, remember!" The boss threw the wine on the dwarf's table, turned to the yak man and said in troll language in a voice that only the other party could hear: "He said your ax is really good.
ugly."
The originally dark face of the black-haired yak man instantly turned darker.
"Isn't it four times?" Stone Head scratched his head in confusion.
"Forget it if you don't want to drink!" After saying that, the boss made a gesture to take the wine glass back.
"Okay, okay, six times..." The dwarf quickly protected the cup.
The boss then gave up, turned around and walked away.
"I don't know who would like to drink this wine that smells like the body fluid of an ooze monster!" The frost troll, who couldn't understand the dwarf language, opened his mouth again. Maybe he was complaining about his friend's injustice.
.
"He said this wine is like the bodily fluids of a dung beetle." The boss then "translated" in a timely manner.
The target of translation is dwarves.
"What are you talking about?! Friend, I need your apology!!" the dwarf stood up angrily and retorted.
"He said your teeth are really ugly," the boss said to the frost troll with a smile.
The frost troll was obviously angry. He stood up, his back that had been bent suddenly straightened, and he suddenly became very tall.
The frost troll's hand had already touched the staff, and the yak man also leaned toward the door warily.
"No fighting allowed, go out and fight!" Fitz Greber suddenly shouted again.
But it seemed that a few impulsive alien adventurers completely ignored him.
The dwarf picked up the ax and struck at the troll. The frost troll looked unprepared, and the ax was about to hit his leg.
"Ding!" There was a sound of metal colliding. The yak man had already picked up the giant ax and used it to block the dwarf's lower body slash.
The human priest seemed to be unable to stand it any longer, so he picked up his staff and came over to help.
His help was not to pray to the Holy Light, but to carry a staff with a metal head on the head and smash it towards the yak man.
The yak man was very surprised, but if the shiny metal staff head was hit, it would definitely be very injured.
He hurriedly dodged.
It's okay if he doesn't dodge, but the frost troll will suffer disaster if he dodges.
The stocky dwarf rolled on the spot and looked at the frost troll with his axe.
The frost troll seemed to be a spell caster, preparing some kind of spell, but he didn't expect that the intervention of a human priest would draw away the companions who were protecting him.
The dwarf suddenly rushed over again. He couldn't dodge, and his left arm was chopped off. The frost troll suddenly broke out in cold sweat and was obviously in great pain.
"Stop it, gentlemen." The boss's voice sounded again. "Look around you clearly!"
Only then did the alien adventurers realize that they were surrounded by a group of goblin guards.
"You should know the consequences of taking action in a free city, travelers." The boss continued to yell at them with a raised eyebrow.
"But you are lucky." FitzGreber's tone suddenly softened. "You met me, the great FitzGreber. You may be able to escape death, but you have to pay five dollars each.
A security fine of ten gold coins!
…………
evening.
The sun sets in the west.
Because of the bloodshed.
Plus the location here is really remote.
The hotel has closed and there are no guests staying today.
Fitz Grabber was happily counting gold coins alone in the inn. Excluding the commission given to the guards, he earned another one hundred and twenty gold coins today by doing this.
These days, impulsive travelers are endless.
He has to keep them alive as long as possible so that he can make more money.
As for those guys who ridiculed his business for getting smaller and smaller, how could they know how they could make money so quickly if they were doing business seriously.
At this time.
A new guest walked in at the door of the hotel.
Their arrival blocked the setting sun, and Fitz Greber said without raising his head, "Welcome, travelers, as per the rules, weapons are placed at the door..."
"Boss, I want to own your store."
"Tonight, all night long."
A tall and thin troll.
Said while standing in front of Fitz Grabber who was counting the money.
