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Naturally, Wendlow turned around and looked at Mousse instinctively.

Don't be afraid if you encounter a battle, because you have a dark elf dread lord on your side.

However, Mousse still crossed her arms, as if this matter had nothing to do with her, and then spoke softly.

"There are so many people."

Indeed, if a Dread Lord is allowed into the battle, things will not be so easy to resolve.

He could only watch the three thugs walking towards him while he kept backing away and slowly left the most crowded area in the market.

Suddenly, Wendlow felt a chill on his back. He looked behind him again and found that he had been forced into a dead end with no space to escape.

The three thugs in front of him also smiled, they also found a suitable opportunity to take action.

With just a little effort, he could snatch some good property from the outsider.

As for the woman next to the outsider, it was obvious that she had no fighting ability. Couldn't she just watch herself being robbed?

The environment is safe and there are no witnesses around.

The three thugs nodded to each other, then rushed towards Windlow with sticks.

Then there was a muffled groan, followed by the sound of bones breaking.

Mousse still kept his hands on his chest, but his position changed three times.

The three thugs reacted slowly and only then did they feel the severe pain in their bodies.

At once, they all lay on the ground, wailing and wailing. It was too fast, the foreign man in front of them was too fast.

Before he could even see clearly, his bones were broken.

"Ribs, hand bones, and leg bones."

Mousse whispered in Wendlow's ear that, after all, it would be better to let humans take action in this kind of situation.

At the same time, he felt very embarrassed. He was the Lord of Dread, but he didn't expect to be reduced to fighting with thugs on the streets. If this matter were to spread to Naggaroth, it would be better for him to commit suicide.

Windlow also has high IQ and EQ, and he understood it immediately. Then he took a step forward and followed suit with his arms folded across his chest.

"I broke your bones this time just to teach you a lesson. Next time I see you in this market, you will know the consequences."

As soon as these words were spoken, the people who had been watching the fun around burst into loud applause.

For a long time, the Elector Lords of Nuln City never paid attention to what happened in the slums, let alone sent guards here to maintain law and order.

But fortunately, a hero appeared today. He taught the three thugs a lesson. That was great. After this, they will definitely not dare to continue extorting protection money.

"Let's go, Mousse, I want to eat fish today."

At the same time, Windlow turned around and said something slowly, which gave himself a way out. Then the two of them left the slums of Nun City amid the praises of a group of people.

He successfully arrived at the citizen district of Nuln and sold all the pottery. The price was as he expected. After paying one-fifteenth of the business tax, he received 8 silver coins.

But just when he was about to put all the money into his endless storage wallet, Mousse grabbed it.

Oh no, Windlo had completely forgotten about this matter. Only he knew the secret of his endless storage wallet, and he had never even mentioned it to Mousse.

If she discovered the secret of this wallet, she might snatch it away.

The relationship between her and the Dark Elf Dread Lord was just a cooperative one, and her goal was just to save money to return to Naggaroth.

Windlow wants to become the richest man in the empire. Without the help of this endless storage wallet, it will definitely affect his future plans.

"Where's my share?"

Mousse spoke slowly, but did not loosen his hold on Wendlow's hand.

Although his hand did not loosen, Wendlow breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Mousse did not notice anything different about the wallet. At the same time, he was confused and almost forgot the profit-sharing relationship between him and Mousse.

He immediately spread out his palms, 4 of which belonged to Mousse and 4 to himself.

At the same time, when Mousse was checking the quality of the silver coins, he quietly put his silver coins into the endless storage wallet without anyone noticing.

No one would doubt why a purse could contain four silver coins without any trace.

Windlow, who originally planned to stay in the market of Noon City to inquire about the market conditions, was forcibly pulled away by Mousse and walked directly to a hotel.

The dark elf found a place at random, put his legs on the table, called the waiter over, and pointed at Windlow who was sitting opposite him.

"He orders, he pays."

This is the racial habit of the dark elves, not saving money.

After all, we live in a social environment where life and death are ephemeral, and a good person today may be stabbed in the back tomorrow.

We face various high-risk activities every day. Once a person dies, no matter how much money you save, it will be meaningless.

Dark elves do not value wealth very much, as long as they can hold on until the next time they get paid.

Mousse looked at Wendlow with a smile on his face.

"If you have wine today, you will get drunk today."

Okay, okay, it’s time to satisfy this dark elf.

Two standard imperial lunches, made of fine roasted chickens, each of which cost 25 copper coins, reminded Windlow of an old friend.

At the same time, he felt that he was at a great loss. After all, he was born in the countryside and of course he knew that the average price of a chicken was 10 copper coins. The hotel made a full profit of 10 copper coins from him.

Although Mousse looked very slim, elves eat more than humans. Windlo only ate half a chicken, but Mousse actually swallowed a whole and a half roasted chicken.

As for drinking, in order to satisfy Mousse's picky tongue, ordinary beer and ale will definitely make the dark elf spit them out.

So Windlow spent a lot of money and bought a bottle of Pfeidorf wine from the inn for 50 copper coins.

Phaidol was originally the capital city of Solland, but it was destroyed by orc warlords long ago, and the Elector of Solland also died.

The price of this bottle of Phaidol wine also increased from 20 copper coins to 50 copper coins, plus it cost 10 copper coins to book a room. Even with the discount from the innkeeper, today's daily consumption was as high as one silver coin.

After finishing dinner in no time, Mousse walked into the room quickly.

In order to save money, of course I booked a single room.

A single bed and two benches.

Mousse occupied the bed as soon as he came in, and with no place to sleep, Windlow could only put two benches together.

Forget it, forget it, let’s just leave it like this tonight, just have a quick sleep, and get up tomorrow morning to go to the market to gather information.

However, Mousse showed the rare generosity of a dark elf and slowly moved to the side to make some space.

Then he patted the bed.

"Come on, squeeze in and sleep together."