New job 7

  During the reign of Mulholland Kingdom in Ser area, Dehum City was once the capital of Ser.

  After the Red Robe Master took power, its political status was replaced by Aiertaber on the Hunan shore. The wars that had once made this place brilliant became ruins, and due to the relatively barren land, it gradually declined.

  It is now a major trading hub in the north of Sel, still maintaining a certain degree of prosperity. Now Penny Siyon and Dean Janssen sit on the second floor of a tavern called 'Celine' on Guret Street in the south of the city. The atmosphere in the tavern was quiet, and Dean Janssen savored a sip of low-degree wine, asking Penny Siyon who stood beside him: "How is it here?"

  "It's very quiet..." Panni frowned, choosing his words carefully. He didn't like the atmosphere of this tavern at all. There were no customers, just two or three waiters and a bartender who was dozing off. It was too cold and deserted: "But it doesn't seem like a tavern."

  "Oh?" Zhan Huashi raised an eyebrow: "Can you tell me what kind of wine house is in your heart?"

  "The tavern in my heart..." Panni observed the facilities of the tavern: "At least, the chairs should have a comfortable backrest to allow drunken guests to lean against comfortably."

  "Oh." Jian Hua nodded and gestured for him to continue.

  "The service staff should be enthusiastic, even if they can't, they can't have an expression on their face that makes everyone owe him money, and they can't be free and disorderly." Penny looked at the bartender behind the counter who was constantly yawning.

  "Oh." Zhan Huashi also saw the bartender, and a thread of inexplicable murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

  "Moreover, those two werewolves at the entrance will scare away many customers." Penny glanced at the two ferocious werewolf guards at the entrance and shrugged her shoulders. It's strange that anyone would come to a tavern like this.

  "What else?"

  "There's still... a lot." Penny shrugged, there were too many places to mock, she simply didn't know where to start: "This tavern is not even like a tavern, how has it not gone bankrupt yet?"

  Kaba

  Penny looked up to see Zhan Huashi casually tossing the shards of glass into the trash can under the table, seemingly struggling to control the strength of his new arm: "If you were the owner of this tavern, wouldn't business be a little better?"

  "En." Penny nodded and rationally decided to stop complaining.

  "Alright, it's settled then." Zhan Huashi called out to an old man standing guard outside the door: "His name is Damonsoule, he'll tell you what you need to know. Damonsoule, from now on, all big and small matters in this tavern will be under his management."

  Panni quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had known all along that the red robe couldn't possibly be without its own industry. Even the cheapest way to cast a spell using gems would cost over ten Berlen, which was equivalent to ten glittering gold coins. In Sel, this amount of money could support a young man for two months. Without income, where would the capital come from to study magic?

  The Red Wizards are famous throughout Faerun, not just because of Szass Tam's dark rule. In fact, outside the nation, people do not have an extremely bad impression of the Red Wizards; especially in those countries beyond the eastern borders of Thay that were not affected by Szass Tam's armies, the Red Wizards often represent cheap and reliable magical manufacturing products, especially among some upper-class individuals.

  For centuries, due to the restraint and balance of the Shadowed Valley sages and the Seven Sisters, the main means of expansion of the Red Robes gradually shifted from violence to money. The most powerful voice of the Death Spirit clan, the Red Robe warlock Sazastan-Sel, along with his allies, actively promoted this policy.

  "Yes, sir." Damon nodded and stood up, walking towards the door. He left behind a string of words directed at Penny: "I hereby release you from your apprenticeship to Ser and any obligations you may have had to him; in return, you will work for me."

  "It is." Panni replied, which was much better than continuing to stay at the Red Robe Academy anyway. Besides, he didn't know what to do after leaving the Red Robe Academy, and someone giving him a meal ticket was really great.

  As soon as he looked up, Zhan Huashi and the two werewolves by the door disappeared together. The bartender behind the counter, who had been dozing off, suddenly let out a sharp scream and rushed onto the street.

  Penn silently turned his head towards Damon Soller, who was respectfully waiting on the side: "Sir, why don't you hire a business consultant?"

  At the entrance of the tavern, there are werewolf guards. The stools provided for guests to sit on are small, round-topped stools used by wizards (uncomfortable to sit on, no backrest, to prevent wizards from falling asleep during meditation). Such a bizarre way of operating, anyone with a bit of business sense can't do it.

  "This... uh..." The old man in his fifties, with eyes that were always narrowed as if he had cataracts, was taken aback for a moment, thought for a while, and then said: "The master doesn't like merchants."

  "Don't like it, then don't use it?" Penny curled her lip. The efficient red-robed mage in his impression shouldn't have such an idea, there must be another reason. And saying that Zhan Huashi doesn't like businessmen, does he like him?

  Pang Ni felt a sense of discord in his mind, and his expression also became strange. Seeing the old man's gaze not quite right, he hurriedly coughed twice to cover it up.

  The old man lowered his head, with an unusually respectful expression. This old man had no aura of magic power on him, it was clear that he wasn't connected to the demon web, probably a servant like Zhan Huashi: "You are the first tavern manager that Master has employed in ten years."

  A sense of being suddenly favored and surprised enveloped Penny Sien, and what was even more unthinkable to him was that this broken-down wine shop that should have gone bankrupt long ago had actually been open for ten years. This was clearly an impossible thing in his worldview. He almost got scared to death by the two ferocious wolf-like guards at the door when he followed Zhan Huashi in, and yet there were customers coming here?

  The red-robed mage rarely discussed his private affairs with the non-magical servants, for in their eyes those without affinity for the mystic arts were lowly slaves. This old man's attitude was mostly because he thought Panni was some big shot.

  Pan Ni saw the old man's respectful attitude and was happy to let him misunderstand, but in his heart he had already positioned himself as a worker who came to work for food: "Close the door of the wine shop and take down the sign."

  "What?"

  "I said those two werewolves have been standing at the door for several years, I'm afraid that now the first impression of customers coming and going is them, the reputation has already been ruined, so we need to rebrand the bar. Penny rubbed her temples: "Staff, decoration, everything needs to be redone, close it temporarily for two days."

  "Brilliant." The old man nodded in admiration.

  "I'm going out for a walk."

  The old man remembered something unpleasant, shrugged helplessly, and instructed his subordinates to do things. Suddenly, he thought of some things that had not been clearly entrusted to Penny, raised his head but did not see anyone, and could only slap his forehead in annoyance.

  Dehumi City is not big, with only four main roads. Within less than two hours of walking, Panni arrived at another street on the east side of 'Xilin'. The air was filled with sand from the Sunrise Mountains and the Sai Plateau, giving off a strong flavor of the ancient Tian Dynasty capital. Although the sandstorm pollution was severe, it made Panni's mood extremely excited. He took a deep breath, truly feeling freedom for the first time in eight years.

  No need to endure the malicious gaze of others anymore.

  Don't worry about being struck by a fatal blow every night when you go to sleep.

  Don't worry about being made into a specimen by the eccentric red-robed figure at will.

  Don't give up more of yourself, enduring the cruel torture of moral bottom line being crushed.

  To hell with whatever Red Robe Master, may he see his mother's ghost go.

  On a somewhat deserted afternoon street, the townspeople of Dejima saw a madman laughing hysterically towards the sky, then kneeling down and crying in agony. Several city guards wanted to approach him, but when they saw the black robe on Penny's body, they looked at each other and gave up the idea of going forward to question him, as this place was not far from Lakeview Academy.

  "Miss? What are you looking at?" At the end of the main road was another tavern, located at a crossroads. A minstrel's mandolin floated out a soothing melody, and inside the tavern there were cheers and laughter, very lively, in stark contrast to 'Xilin''s coldness.

  "A kid is going crazy." On the third floor, a young woman in her early twenties replied to the previous question. Her high-collared shirt accentuated her full breasts and her upturned mouth was quite seductive.

  "This is a crazy country." The middle-aged man who was in the conversation sighed, seeing the figure that had been crying and laughing for a while.

  "Who cares, I just need to worry about making money and that's it. The sooner I make enough money, the sooner I can go home." The woman stretched her waist: "I've had enough of this crazy and violent place."

  "By the way, the werewolf tavern on the next street has closed down."

  "Is it? This is really good news......"

  Unexpectedly got a recommendation ticket and so many collections... I'm really happy, may I ask... is there more?