The middle-aged man at the counter handed out a roll of yellow paper.
Garen took it and unfolded it, took it aside and looked at it slowly.
'—The emergency deployment list of military supplies in Iron Tan City:
Spears of Agath: Five.
Full body steel armor: seven sets.
Horse armor: seven sets.
Military crossbows: fifteen.
Inactive Totem—
Red Dragon Eagle: 3.
White Dragon Eagle: 3.
White Bear: Five. Brown bears: 5. Black wolves: 25. Snow sculpture: 33. Spike: 33. Black eagle: 10. Northland snow lion: 1. Kuwaitan Mountain Wolf: 15.
Black and White Tiger: 1. Burrowing Rhino: 1. Giant Rattlesnake: 1.'
Garen shook the list, frowning slightly. He waited for the other people to finish handling things at the counter before leaning over again.
"I've never heard of the last three totems above. What's the price?"
The middle-aged man glanced at him. "You are an official member of the guild, and the internal special price is 1 million a head. To remind you in advance, the last one is listed separately, which means that there is no inheritance at all. Without inheritance, there is no way to evolve. Although the foundation is very good, but your own Be clear."
"Understood." Garen knew very well.
Burrowing rhinos and giant rattlesnakes have also been reported to have been studied for the slightest possibility of evolution. Only the black-striped and white tiger has not been studied by any school of thought on how to cultivate it. This genetically mutated species of tiger is extremely ferocious in itself. It's only Type 1, but its speed, strength, and lethality are very good, comparable to the Dragon Eagle, but it has no possibility of evolution. Many schools tried hard, but finally gave up.
And now there are not many remaining ones, I didn't expect to see one here.
"How much money do I have in the guild's treasury?" Garen handed in his medal.
I took it at the counter, took the medal and compared the serial number, and started to inquire.
"870,000. It's almost there. Do you want to take a few tasks?" the middle-aged man asked. He has a lot of tasks here that no one has answered.
"Forget it, I'll come and get it later, remember to keep it for me." Garen flipped in a few pieces of 100 silver wheel cloth secretly. The other party accepted it calmly.
"Don't worry, I'll keep it for you for two days. Besides, no one who can afford it will buy it. Who wants to spend a million to buy a totem that can't evolve?"
"Thank you, I got it for a secondary totem." Garen took a totem introduction handed out inside, turned and left the counter.
He only has a few tens of thousands of pieces, which is not enough at all, but the materials accumulated before should be able to come in handy.
"This time is just right, otherwise, all good things may be consumed later. In addition, I have to save money to buy war shackles and war halls."
He decided to take down the black-striped white tiger first. This is what he intends to use as the core totem. The information on the black-striped white tiger is very simple. Garen saw the line of the black-striped white tiger from the totem introduction information.
'Black-striped white tiger: A basic totem with extremely powerful speed and lethality. Its 6 cm fangs can easily bite through the defense of any known totem. Originated from a remote Taha Cannes school six hundred years ago. Abilities: Tail whip, piercing bite. '
After leaving the guild, Garen got into a carriage and went straight to the green rice warehouse he had purchased.
Sitting in the carriage, he looked out the window. Among the ten people on the street, five of them were holding pans and sacks, queuing up to buy things at rice stores, grain and oil stores, and bakeries. Many fruit and vegetable shops have sold out and closed.
There are only a few large wholesale stores left with limited supply signs, and they are still struggling to support them.
Bullock carts pulling supplies pass by from time to time on the street. There are almost no expensively dressed nobles and big businessmen on the roads of Titan District.
Garen estimated that the materials he had previously stockpiled should be able to sell for more than three million if the prices were raised to sell them off. But at this time, it is more cost-effective to keep part of what you eat, and then exchange the rest for expendable war supplies.
If it is an exchange, negotiate directly with the guild, and you should be able to exchange half of the reserve for the black-striped white tiger. Garen believed that the guild wouldn't be so blind, and would definitely see the benefits of waiting for a price increase now that rare goods are available.
If it weren't for his urgent need for core totem evolution, Garen himself wouldn't want to sell it so early.
The remaining half can be used for self-eating, and occasionally replaced with other supplies.
Soon, the carriage drove to the area dedicated to building warehouses in the Iron Tank District.
Garen got out of the car, paid the money, and walked directly towards the leftmost inner area.
His warehouse location is the most inconspicuous left corner.
Before he had gone far, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. Gray ox carts were constantly pulling green rice and grain out of the inner area, and the drivers were neatly dressed gray cloth servants.
"Stop ahead!"
Not far away, a group of patrolling leather armor soldiers rushed over.
"What are you doing! The front is a private area! No further entry is allowed." The captain was a man with a mustache, and he stared at Garen sternly.
"Private area?" Garen's complexion changed a little at this time. He had already seen the gate of his own warehouse through the gaps between the warehouses. One or two ox carts were pulling green rice from inside.
He has been working on the task for so long, and he has experienced life and death with Goethe and others, and was seriously injured. The little savings he got, the green rice he bought, is being pulled out of his warehouse by bullock carts at this time.
"Who are you from?!" Garen's face darkened suddenly. "This is my warehouse, what you are pulling is my green rice!"
The mustache captain frowned. "This is Lord Griffith's private storage area. If you have anything to say, you can talk to him."
With a gloomy expression, Garen directly pushed away a soldier who was blocking him, and strode towards his warehouse.
"Stop!! Do you hear me!" Mustache got annoyed all of a sudden, and chased after him and grabbed Garen's shoulder. But he caught an empty space, and Garen's speed was much faster than he imagined.
"Take him!!" Mustache yelled suddenly.
A group of soldiers rushed straight up, those who drew their swords, and those who blocked the way.
Garen's feet trembled, and an invisible force directly sent the soldiers behind him flying, and fell heavily to the ground.
A bullock cart not far away that was loading rice was disturbed, and the cattle pulling the cart let out a long roar, anxiously trying to escape from here.
The little old man who was sitting at the door of the warehouse keeping accounts saw that the situation was not good, and had already released a blue communication bird in his hand. He slumped on the chair, staring at Garen with a pale face.
"I am the steward of Lord Griffith, the quartermaster! You can't touch me! You can't touch me!" He repeated the last sentence, obviously a little stunned.
"Quarterman?" Gallon narrowed his eyes, and he knew something in his heart.
He stretched out his hand and picked up the little old man, and brought it up in front of him.
"The quartermaster can snatch other people's private property at will? It seems that he is bored and wants to die."
"My lord. It's none of my business, my lord!" The little old man burst into tears and snot all at once, his whole body was shaking like sifting wheat chaff, and his temple hair was soon wet with cold sweat.
Garen left him casually, and stood there waiting. The blue bird released by the little old man just now should have notified the quartermaster, and the right lord will come soon.
Not long after, a black luxury carriage drove into the warehouse area and stopped not far from the warehouse.
Two tall men in black military uniforms got out of the car.
The man walking a little ahead had an ugly face, with a trace of shame and urgency.
The other person looked calm, playing with a silver pocket watch in his hand, and a black gemstone ring on his middle finger.
"Type 2 Totem Master?" Garen's eyes locked on the man holding the pocket watch.
"I'm Griffith, who dares to cause trouble here?!" The leading man roared loudly, his eyes quickly fixed on Garen who was standing at the entrance of the warehouse. "It's you, isn't it? It seems that I haven't done anything for a long time, and no one in the city knows my name, Griffith."
"Griffith, right? How can you casually invade the private property of the residents in the city?" Garen raised his voice and said coldly facing the two of them. "The green rice and other things I bought here were taken over by your people for no reason. Don't you plan to give an explanation?"
"Are you the previous owner of this warehouse?" Griffith sneered, "Did you make a mistake, these green rice are the supplies that I and other shops brought in some time ago, and I still have them here and those shops The boss's contract proves. If you describe other people's things as your own property, I think you are encroaching on other people's private property!"
As he spoke, he took out a stack of paper documents from his arms and shook them towards Garen. There was a joking expression on his face.
Garen frowned. To be honest, this was what he was most worried about. If you are alone and have no background, if you want to reverse this kind of speculative business, you are most afraid of this method. After all, it is impossible to get the support of the government for speculation, and you can only do it secretly. Once you encounter your lack of power and are discovered by others, you may swallow the bitter fruit yourself.
The other party probably also checked his background, so he seemed unscrupulous.
"Okay, everything is clear now, it's time to calculate the compensation for your injury to my guards. I've always been a magnanimous person. You just need to pay some money, and I won't hold you accountable." Griffith faced said with a smile.
He already knew the identity of the other party. If Garen hadn't joined the war guild or was a member of it, he would have asked the bodyguards around him to arrest him.
But now it is different than usual. The War Guild is the frontline combat team in the entire Iron Tank City. Once a person is arrested, the guild will definitely intervene. Bad effect, maybe the rebound will be huge when the rabbit dies and the fox is sad.
So this scale should be grasped well. Let the other party only suffer a little, but it won't cause too much trouble.
"Okay, let's leave it at that. Since you are a member of the War Guild, I don't need to hold you accountable for injuring my soldiers." Griffith said with a smile.
(end of this chapter)