Freet got off the magic car and stepped on the muddy ground.
Nolan is the most prosperous city in the world's magical civilization, and the proof is Nolan's path.
In Fritt's hometown of Steel, the roads of many city-states are still like this kind of difficult-to-walk muddy ground, and even the most marginal areas of Nolan's entire city are paved with pure white paving stones.
But Squirrel Street is the only exception. This street is a small shadow in Nolan, a city that exudes the brilliance of magical civilization. It is not even a shadow, but a stain.
The place where the demon invited Freet for a business meeting was a very remote pub on Squirrel Street.
So remote that even the road is full of filthy mud.
When Fritt got out of the magic car, he took out the letter that the demon sent him. He repeatedly compared the location mentioned in the letter with the name written on the tavern sign.
It was finally confirmed that this was the tavern mentioned by the demon.
"Lord Frit."
The guards who came with him realized that something was wrong.
The appearance of this tavern is really too bad, and even the wooden signboard has some traces of mutilation.
If it weren't for the logo of a wooden wine glass written on the back, it might be regarded as a pigsty, not a place like a pub.
"Probably for secrecy."
Fritt found a reason.
He was silent for a moment, and walked towards the tavern on the muddy ground.
Now he just hoped it wasn't a "prank" by that demon.
Freet and his attendants pushed open the door of the tavern. What surprised Freet was that the business of this dilapidated and remote tavern... But it was unexpectedly good.
The seats in the tavern were almost full, and he couldn't find the demon in the crowd for a while.
"Lord Fritt, they don't look like people from Squirrel Street."
His guard reminded Fritt in a low voice, and Fritt himself noticed it.
The guests of this tavern don't look like the rascals of Squirrel Street at all, and Fleet even saw a few spellcasters in magic robes sitting there.
Finally, Frit saw the young demon at the bar. The last time Frit saw him was on the podium of the Rusk High School of Magic.
One of Nolan's seven sages, the one in gray, is his student, so Frit has never underestimated the demon because of his age.
Freet walked quickly to the bar.
The inside of this pub is much cleaner than the outside, at least there are no unacceptable vomit or blood on the chairs.
"You came just in time, and there will be no place to sit in a few minutes later." Joshua shook a glass of boiled water in his hand, and then said to Freet.
A few minutes later
When Fritt heard this, he took out his pocket watch and glanced at it, the time on it was showing eight in the morning!
"Mr. Joshua, I doubt who would come to the tavern so early." Fleet could think of one or two kinds of people, the kind of drunkards who have accomplished nothing.
"Uh... I watched the European Cup all night, and the TV was smashed by my wife... man?"
Joshua gave an example that Fritt didn't understand at all.
Fritt wanted to say something, but Joshua's prediction soon began to come true.
There were six guests who walked into the tavern. No matter how they dressed, they didn't look like residents of Squirrel Street. Two of them were panting and seemed to be running all the way.
"Is there no room in this pub?" one of the guests gasped.
"Just sit directly on the floor." Another person gave advice.
But at this moment, the owner of the tavern hurried out from behind, and came to the six guests with two benches.
"Several distinguished guests, if you don't mind, sit down for a while?" The tavern owner said tentatively.
The six guests looked at each other, but in desperation they could only squeeze into two benches and sit down.
This scene was seen by Frit. These people came to the tavern not to drink at all, but to wait for something.
"Could it be that the magic machine called 'TV' is also installed here?"
Freet suddenly remembered the magic machinery that his spies had mentioned to him. Some time ago, he was busy resolving the patent dispute with the Chamber of Commerce in the Land of Frost, so he never paid attention to this aspect.
"That's right," Josh said.
"I heard that many shops have installed 'TVs', and the number of customers visiting the shops has increased."
Fritt glanced around the entire tavern. He didn't quite believe it when he heard the information from the spy, but this time he was thoroughly seeing it believing.
The remote and dilapidated pub on Squirrel Street attracted so many people, and many people came running all the way.
Fritt was about to ask Joshua what the magic machine called "TV" was, when another voice in the tavern interrupted his dialogue.
Following this voice, he looked towards the pure white wall on the other side of the tavern, where a picture of a man sitting at a long table suddenly appeared on the wall.
This reminded him of the scene when he was watching a movie at the Bai Jinghua Theater, and he also knew the man, that is the demon killer Leon in "This Devil Is Not Too Cold".
It's just that the role he played this time was not Leon the Demon Killer, but an announcer who started greeting the entire Nolan residents with his low voice.
"Welcome to the daytime news, I'm Prouck, and at about seven o'clock yesterday morning, there was another explosion in the Nolan Alchemy Market..."
At this moment, Fritt understood what the so-called "television" was.
He also likes to listen to The Voice of Nolan, and of course he knows the daytime news program.
If the sound of Nolan's voice was only the sound at the beginning... This magic machine called "TV" is to present the picture to the public.
For the first time, Fritt saw the owner of the bass, and at the same time, a photo and a video of Nolan's alchemy market appeared on the screen.
"Those damn foxes!"
Fritt recognized the place shown in the photos and images, not far from the alchemy shop he owned.
The Chamber of Commerce in the Land of Frost used some cunning means to replace his products with a bunch of inferior products, which caused the explosion of the products.
Fritt also lost a lot of money to his victimized clients at the time.
Fortunately, this report did not clearly identify the alchemy shop, but only reminded the public to be careful when buying alchemy items that are prone to explosion.
This made Frit slightly relieved. If Nolan's voice named the shop where the alchemy items came from, it would have a serious impact on his business.
Thinking of this, Fritt was suddenly startled, he looked at the demon beside him, and vaguely guessed what the chip was prepared by the demon.