Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 273 The Big White Guy Comes Knocking

"We've arrived. This is the place. Here is the property deed. Please keep it safe."

Arden, who had a clear understanding of the situation, was quite adept at handling things. The next morning, he brought over several property deeds and led the Canaanite group to see several houses in succession, showing considerable attentiveness.

Fortunately, most of these properties are located around the market area, so it's not too troublesome. In addition, we had already considered this in the internal meeting yesterday, and after conducting on-site inspections and verifications, we still chose a large detached house with its own garden on the banks of the Mirar River.

An open space is conducive to the deployment of chess pieces when necessary, and the location by the river and bridge also facilitates the execution of certain plans.

Of course, the land price in this prime location is also quite high, second only to that residence located on the edge of an affluent area.

Since he's practically selling himself to someone else, Arden wouldn't be foolish enough to be stingy with these material possessions, but...
“Your taste is good, but this property is somewhat…” Arden said hesitantly, “somewhat strange.”

"Oh? Strange." Zhang Yuan became interested upon hearing this: "What's wrong, is it haunted? Interesting. I wouldn't mind expanding my research into necromancy."

"You bunch of mages really think differently from us," Arden thought to himself, sweat pouring down his forehead.

"I'm not sure if it's a ghost, but it's something bad. That merchant family had several deaths, and even when they brought in a priest, they couldn't find anything."

"Okay, I plan to stay here for now. If it doesn't work out, I'll ask you to let me find another place. By the way, business is based on trust, and the customer is king. That's a little secret for doing business. You have to remember it well."

Mr. Zhang, who had never done business in his previous two lives, shamelessly started giving people a lesson on success. This earnest admonition made Aden curse inwardly.

Did you pay me to act like a big shot?
On the surface, I have to pretend to be receptive to the lesson, but I'm so annoyed!

Seeing Arden's expression, Zhang Yuan nodded in satisfaction. As for whether his remarks would have any effect or whether they would bankrupt someone, that was actually irrelevant, wasn't it?
The essential condition for success gurus has never been their own success or teaching others to be successful, but rather to make those idiotic listeners believe in their success and willingly become their prey.

Only those masters who successfully harvested this batch of leeks have achieved true success.

So, do you no longer recognize the word "success"?
Congratulations! You've succeeded!

As the saying goes, a family that accumulates good deeds will surely have abundant blessings, and it is also said that cause and effect are cyclical and retribution is inevitable.

Perhaps it's because I've done too many "good deeds" lately, and now, retribution—or rather, good fortune—has come knocking.

Just as Arden left and Zhang and his teammates moved into their new location, the Canaan team, who hadn't even had time to celebrate their new home, were greeted by an uninvited guest.

"The slogans are certainly moving, but what you actually do just feels so wrong."

The speaker was a woman. As everyone looked at her, they saw that she was tall and slender, wearing full armor. The armor was golden, and its surface shimmered with light, clearly indicating that she was of exceptional quality, which further accentuated her heroic and valiant demeanor.

The helmet on his head did not obscure his handsome face; his straight nose and thin lips gave him a very dashing appearance, yet his bright, large eyes prevented him from appearing harsh.

Strands of platinum blonde hair flowed like streams through the gaps beneath the helmet, shimmering in the sunlight.

White hair! It's white hair! Even in Faerun, which is close to the Western race of the previous life, such long hair with a platinum-gold luster is rare.

Of course, the pair of snow-white wings on the back of the newcomer are even more rare.

With a light touch of makeup, she exudes a heroic spirit; truly a female warrior goddess on earth.

It is Asmo, and it is Asmo whose bloodline has manifested. As a hybrid of celestial beings and mortal races, this race usually has its own residence, or even settles in the celestial plane. In short, they rarely appear in these mortal towns.

Most Asmos don't look much different from mortals, except for some differences in hair and eye color, and they are relatively more handsome. However, when they reach a certain level in the development of their bloodline, their hidden bloodline will become visible, and various obvious celestial creature characteristics will appear on their bodies, such as the pair of wings in front of them.

This angelic appearance is not just for looks; the manifestation of bloodline also signifies the discovery of potential. Most Asmos with manifested bloodlines have a high affinity for positive energy, radiance, and justice, and can receive bonuses in charm, perception, and even physical attributes from their bloodlines.

They are almost born priests or paladins.

Of course, there are advantages and disadvantages. While the benefits brought by bloodline are undoubtedly great, developing bloodline is no easy task, not to mention that the limitations brought by bloodline are also very real.

The paths of certain ethnic groups are actually limited from birth.

These thoughts raced through the monk's mind. After a moment's hesitation, he adopted a polite and businesslike tone and asked, "Ms. Asmo, is there anything we can help you with? Or do you have any small businesses you'd like to run?"

This evasive approach clearly failed to satisfy the other party, and the following remarks were even more sharp:
"You know perfectly well what I'm talking about. You keep talking about fairness, but in the end, you're secretly colluding with the people you're criticizing. Isn't that blatant deception and exploitation?"

"No." Mr. Zhang's response was crisp and decisive.

"you!"

Before the other party could retaliate, Zhang Yuan continued to explain: "We repelled the Maginot Gang, and we also gave them a more relaxed and orderly business environment. Our prices were all laid out in the open, and it was a fair trade. How could there be any deception?"

“This,” Asmo was taken aback, but after thinking for a moment, she pressed on, “But shouldn’t the Maginot Gang be punished for what they’ve done?”

Tsk, this is really the style of celestial beings, or rather, the benevolent camp, Zhang Yuan thought with a hint of schadenfreude.

"There are too many injustices in this world, and neither you, I, nor even the gods can handle them all. Take you, for example. Have you seen few injustices in Luskan? Have you resolved them all?"

“I tried my best, but,” Asmo tried to defend himself, but after opening his mouth, he couldn’t say anything.

"But there are many forces you can't afford to offend or manage, yet you come to hold us, who have at least done something, accountable? Aren't you just bullying honest people?"

Asmo bit his lip, his face flushed with embarrassment, and remained silent, while the mage continued his eloquent speech:

"How do you know Maginot hasn't been punished? The loss of power and property, the physical injuries, and even the loss of a life—isn't that enough? Do they have to be executed to be considered finished? They've done plenty of things to run rampant in the city, but they're not exactly heinous villains."

(End of this chapter)