Chapter Sixty What Are They Selling

  For Marquis de Glangta, this last month of the year was the darkest day he had ever lived.

  In these unlucky days, he was first tormented by that rumor, then lost a batch of loyal subordinates, and then watched that damn cheap woman return safely from afar, and even participated in the congressional election to slap him in the face.

  Alright, let's just forget about all that. But who can tell me why there is suddenly a sly and cunning little pretty boy next to that cheap woman, and that little pretty boy is also an extremely powerful undead wizard?

  Damn it! Damn it to hell! You two damned bastards, you damned cheap whores, should both go die!

  With a comminuted fracture of his right leg, Marquis de Gramont lay in bed for half a month, and the only thing he could do every day was to curse and swear hysterically, vowing that after he recovered from his injury, he would use all means to make that little white face unable to live or die.

  Of course, Lord Hou was also very clear that the little white face was absolutely not easy to deal with, so in addition to his anger, he also dispatched several thieves who were good at tracking, and had them closely monitor the vineyard 24 hours a day, reporting every move of the little white face.

  Alright, this method is indeed effective. From this afternoon onwards, every move Lin Taiping makes will be recorded and sent to the Marquis's residence one after another, not even missing out on when he eats, drinks water or sleeps.

  However, Marquis Gelongte was not happy at all. He looked at the large stack of itinerary records in front of him and felt more and more confused as he read on, completely unable to understand what that little white face wanted to do.

  On the first day, he did nothing but brought a group of Minotaurs and Dark Elves to a restaurant on Commercial Street for a big meal, and also bought out a nearly bankrupted weapon shop.

  The next day, the guy went out shopping again and even booked a large batch of high-quality white paper through a business firm. Heaven knows what he wants to do with so much white paper.

  On the third day, strange noises echoed through the manor, banging and clanging from dawn till dusk, interspersed with the Minotaur's demands for a strike and the Dark Elves' murmured discussions about how this wasn't exciting enough.

  On the fourth day, he slept for a whole day; on the fifth day, he continued to sleep for a whole day; on the sixth day, he still continued to sleep for a whole day; on the seventh day, the eighth day, the ninth day...

  That's enough! That's enough! Enough is enough!

  After reading the report for two whole weeks, Marquis de Glangte finally lost his temper and slammed his fist on the table: "Trash, a bunch of trash! You spent so much money to tell me what posture that guy likes when he sleeps?"

  Nothing to say, several thieves looked at each other with a wronged face, thinking that the guy really only eats and sleeps, just like he came to Ivory Island for vacation, although in some way, this is indeed very abnormal.

  "Nonsense. Any fool can see that's abnormal." The Marquis of Grote let out a cold snort, unable to help but furrow his brow tightly.

  There's no way that Kirsten and that Oriental pretty boy's goal was just to retrieve the inheritance, especially since the vineyard they took back is only a small part of it. So in this situation, how can they be so content with eating and sleeping, as if they've forgotten all their hatred?

  Can't figure it out, can't figure it out, Ge Langtai is so entangled that he's about to lose his hair. He can swear by his own reputation that Kirsten and that little white face are definitely plotting a sinister and vicious revenge plan, but the question is what exactly is that plan? Are they going to wait stupidly until they become members of parliament and hold the highest power, then turn around and wipe them out?

  With a bang, the large door was suddenly pushed open and the butler rushed in with a red face, panting: "Sir, I just heard that the Easterner is giving away things for free on Commercial Street along with Kirsten and the Dark Creatures!"

  It's indeed the case! Gelongtai slapped the table heavily, disregarding his right leg injury that had not yet fully recovered. He immediately stood up with a spirited demeanor: "I knew it, those two fools are trying to win over the people's hearts and gain sympathy... Listen, no matter if they distribute wheat or edible oil, we will double everything. Let's see how long their financial resources can last!"

  "You, are you certain?" The usually composed butler, who would normally shout "Yes, sir!", now had a strange expression on his face. "Sir, I didn't get to finish what I was saying earlier. What the Easterner handed out wasn't wheat or edible oil, but..."

  "Copper coins? Silver coins?" Marquis Gelantai's complexion changed slightly, if so, the other party's financial resources were obviously far beyond his own expectations.

  "That's not it." Guan shook his head in a very strange way, seemingly unsure of how to express himself either. After hesitating for a long time, he stammered out, "Actually, the things they gave away for free were... paper!"

  Silence, eerie silence, the Marquis de Glanthal stared blankly for a long time, doubting his own hearing, that little white face and Kirsten's thing, was not food, nor money, but ordinary paper?

  "That's right, that's right." The steward stuttered, "I saw it very clearly, they were indeed distributing flyers on Commercial Street, and everyone who saw them got a share, regardless of whether they were commoners, merchants or nobles."

  "Hmm..." Marquis Gelantai was at a loss for words. No matter how expensive or exquisite the paper was, it couldn't compare to food and money in terms of practicality. Did that little white face think that by giving away a few sheets of paper for free, those commoners would be grateful?

  Obviously, the housekeeper was also confused, and the two of them could only stare at each other in shock. But just then, a thief suddenly rushed in, shouting with a strange expression: "Sir, I have the latest news! That little white face is no longer delivering paper... uh, he's switched to selling it directly!"

  Pfft! Marquis Gelongtai spat out a mouthful of red tea: "Wait, say that again, tell me again, what is that little white face doing, directly changing from delivering paper to selling paper?"

  "I swear I didn't mishear." The thief nodded desperately, "Just now, that guy suddenly announced that each paper would be sold for ten copper coins, and the quantity was limited, first come first served."

  He's gone mad! He's gone mad! That little white face must be crazy!

  Marquis Gelongtai was dizzy, and even forgot to wipe the tea leaves on his face. What a joke! A plain white paper, at most worth five copper coins, but that guy dared to take it out and sell it, and even doubled the price directly.

  How is this possible? How can this be? Is that little white face brain-dead, or does he think everyone on Elephant Island is an idiot and will honestly pay up after hearing a few words?

  It turns out that the people of Ivory Island are really easy to cheat!

  At the next moment, another thief rushed in with a look of unbelievable shock and shouted: "Sir, that guy's paper is all sold out, selling as many as 2,000 copies, and people around him are not willing to leave, they are all surrounding him to continue buying."

  Pfft! Marquis Greystone wasn't spitting tea this time, but blood: "Nonsense, utter nonsense! Prepare my carriage, I want to go to Commercial Street and see what that little white face is up to!"

  A few minutes later, a carriage hastily departed and sped towards the business district. The Marquis de Glangté was tossed about inside the carriage to the point of nausea, yet he urged the horses on with all his might.

  In a brief moment, the carriage rushed into the business district. The Marquis of Glanzte dragged his injured right leg and propped up his body to look out from the window. In an instant, he was stunned like a wooden chicken and turned into a statue.

  Just a few dozen meters away, the weapon shop that Lin Taiping had bought out just a few days ago was now open for business again, but what was strange was that this store no longer sold weapons or magic equipment, but instead sold...

  Okay, who knows what it's selling anyway, but Lin Taiping is sitting at the door very leisurely, slowly sipping a cup of coffee, and beside him is Kristen with a puzzled expression.

  On the contrary, those dark creatures were busy to the point of being flustered. Tulou led dozens of Minotaurs and stood in a row at the entrance of the shops, holding a large stack of rectangular papers, sweating profusely as they sold them.

  They say it's busy selling, because the surrounding buyers are too enthusiastic, so enthusiastic that dozens of ox-headed people can't keep up, often a large stack of rectangular paper is just moved out, and immediately snatched up by the surrounding people, looking at the scene, it doesn't seem like they're fighting for paper, but rather scrambling for gold coins.

  "What's the rush? What's the rush?" Tulun's clothes were even torn, and he couldn't help but angrily say, "When it was free in front, you guys didn't want it, now you're rushing to buy it. Humans are indeed strange creatures."

  Completely ignoring its threat, the crowd around it grew denser, with over a hundred people packed tightly together. Everyone waved their arms, eager to grab hold of that piece of paper first. Some were even squeezed at the back, jumping up and down as they shouted: "Damn it! Who's willing to sell one to me? I'll pay 50 copper coins, five times the price!"

  They're all crazy!

  The Marquis of Grolstein stared in amazement from the carriage, unable to help but turn his head to look at the steward beside him. What kind of special paper was this that could cause so many people to frantically buy it up, and all for five times its original price? Was some secret to getting rich written on it or something?

  "I...I don't know..." The butler wiped the sweat from his forehead, his mind a complete muddle. "Sir, I was just passing by here and suddenly saw... Wait, sir, look over there!"

  What? Marquis de Glangtai was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look in the direction pointed by the butler, and then he was speechless.

  Just in front of the reopened store, just beside Lin Taiping who was holding a cup of coffee and smiling at the commotion, stood a white wooden sign with a line of black large characters -

  Elephant Island Evening News Agency!