"Please forgive my gaffe, but this is really amazing." The werewolf shopkeeper took a brisk pace and walked forward: "Know that many people often quietly run there, trying to offer various conditions to persuade him to transfer the inheritance. But basically the god of a thousand arts left his life there." He shrugged disappointedly: "This also includes a few staff members of our Yinpai Yao Bank who can't stand the sex."
Ashin was puzzled: "He is already that way, and he can't enjoy it even if he keeps his inheritance? Why don't he let it go?"
"Isn't he giving it to you?" The werewolf shopkeeper said with a smile: "I didn't understand this question originally, but you didn't understand until today when you came to our office. He is not unable to let go of his inheritance, but He didn't like those people before meeting you."
The werewolf shopkeeper led Ashin out a long distance, and they walked down a white jade staircase through a bronze gate glowing with lustre.
On both sides of the stairs, heavily armed warriors lined up and saluted Ashin as he passed, and behind each warrior stood a huge four-winged flying dragon.
Perceiving these behemoths, Ashin thought at first that they were just simulated life forms like the silver brave outside. But he could feel the heat and pulsation that only real life could have from them, and the nostrils of these powerful creatures would spew out sparks full of sulfur from time to time.
This is a real dragon!
Silver Pixiu Bank unexpectedly used a dragon that could destroy a country with its individual power to guard it? !
It's no wonder that the place where the wealth of the top wealthiest wealth is preserved in the supernatural world, but coming here from the outside did not see how many troops are deployed.
Ashin was stunned: "Damn! You are so cruel, doesn't it mean that the dragon clan has long been extinct?"
The werewolf shopkeeper smiled proudly: "Sure enough, you are no exception. Every customer who comes here for the first time will be intimidated by these guys. But they are not real dragons."
"Isn't it a real dragon?" Ashin perceived it carefully again: "You really can be joking, this is obviously a real real fellow!"
The werewolf shopkeeper shook his head: "It is indeed not a real dragon. It is a replica cultivated from the bones of the dragon family with very difficult and complicated magic. Their power is far from the real dragon family." Axin nodded: "Oh... is the cloned dragon cloned by magic?"
His werewolf shopkeeper said: "Yes, but even if it's just a replica, it doesn't have the powerful magical talents of real dragons, but their ** combat effectiveness is very strong, so the warehouse here is the safest in the world of spirit!"
"God and ghost in the black market, the longer you take it, the more you feel surprised..." A confident thought: (The difficult and complicated magic... The prince should be fine, too? Why doesn't the alliance do like this, get some powerful ancient monsters and the like As combat power?)
After thinking, they passed through a golden gate and came to a hall paved with blue tanzanite. The werewolves on both sides bowed to them in gold and red gowns.
The space here is much larger than above, and the atmosphere is much more lively.
Hundreds of werewolves in neat suits were busy sitting on the high chairs behind the counter.
Some use an automatic writing magic pen to record the ledger, some use an abacus to quickly calculate the interest that should be settled to the customer, and some use the magic balance to weigh the precious magic gems, and at the same time murmur: " It has been preserved for almost a thousand years. I did not expect that oxidation and magical dissipation would be so exaggerated. It seems that it is another bad debt that we must pay!"
A werewolf girl who seemed to be a new employee rushed over to greet the werewolf shopkeeper and said, "The shopkeeper, something went wrong in Warehouse No. 11007!"
The werewolf shopkeeper took the documents handed over by the werewolf girl: "Oh, this is the account warehouse of the elves. We are required to check it every forty years. What's wrong?"
The werewolf girl said anxiously: "These are the magic seeds stored by the elves, and today it happens to be the first 40 years of deposits. I just checked it, but I didn’t expect that the vitality of those seeds would be so vigorous. With water and no air, after 40 years, it actually took root on the poisonous gold plate in the warehouse and grew into a big tree!"
The werewolf shopkeeper showed an embarrassed expression: "Did the stored items have undergone qualitative changes? This is a major fault that will affect the reputation of our silver brave bank! Hmm..." He asked with a clever thought: "When the customer stores this batch of seeds. , Has there been a detailed description of the characteristics of the seeds?"
The werewolf girl turned through the record book: "No."
The werewolf shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief: "According to the account opening contract, if the detailed attributes of the stored items are not specified in advance, then we don't have to be responsible for this kind of change during the storage period. But you immediately contact the customer to explain the situation. I will follow up on the next thing later!"
"Yes!" The werewolf girl nodded and ran away.
Ashin sighed in admiration, "You still work so hard late at night? It's amazing!"
"Our werewolf tribe is a looting nation, and our ancestors made a living by looting." The werewolf shopkeeper shook his head and smiled: "The Lord doesn't care about this. The silver brave money house is built on the werewolf territory, and it is completely handled by the werewolf. . Such kindness and trust, how dare we slack off?"
The werewolf shopkeeper walked to the counter and said to a teller who was immersed in his work: "Suspend your business and open an account for Mr. Silver Mask first!"
"Ah? Silver..." The teller looked up in surprise, and then screamed: "Silver Mask?! Are you here?!"
This voice alarmed the other werewolves around him, and they all stopped their work in surprise and looked over.
"Silver Mask..."
"Silver Mask came to our bank..."
Like the ripples on the water, the werewolves began to whisper to each other, and at the same time they all smiled cordially and looked at Ashin.
Under the benevolent gaze, Ashin couldn't help but fought a cold war.
Indeed, hundreds of werewolves grinned, exposing white Sensen’s fangs, and they were still looking at you with a grin. That scene was actually quite terrifying...
"Don't be lazy! Don't you want to get off work early?" The werewolf shopkeeper clapped his hands and urged, and he said to the teller: "Wait a minute, let's forget about opening an account. You immediately contact the entrance manager and ask him to go to the front door of the agency. Looking for an empty hand, ask him if he ever said that he would transfer the inheritance to the silver mask?"
"Puff!" The teller seemed to have been stabbed in the face, and the real man turned back directly with the chair. He fluttered on the ground like a headless spider and got up, waiting for the almost bursting eyes to ask: "Empty... The empty hand? Is that...?" He glanced at Ashin quickly, and then showed a suddenly realized look: "Oh! I'm going to do it!" He supported the chair, turned and ran to the contact room.
Ashing killed the Pella family, then used Turner's fire shovel to open the door of the mechanism and enter the black market of ghosts and ghosts. This is something that everyone in the four major demi-human races knows, so he, like the shopkeeper, knows after a little thought: A Xin who passes through the gate of the organ will definitely meet Kongkong Miaoshou.
In less than two minutes, the teller hurriedly ran over and said: "The shopkeeper, the new manager asked Kong Kong to make a confirmation that he has indeed given all his inheritance to the silver mask!"
A moved in confidence: (New manager? Is Mingli quitting? Oh...he is so old, he should retire and enjoy the good fortune.)
The surrounding werewolves talked a lot about the fact that the most powerful old man in the history of the ghost black market was actually willing to give his inheritance to others, and it was the silver mask.
"The legacy of an empty hand." The shopkeeper looked at Ashin with a weird look, and he couldn't help but shook his head and sighed: "What is your background? How many sensational news have to be made before you are willing to give up..."
A Xin spread his hands and smiled bitterly: "You must believe me, I really can't help myself. I don't want to encounter all the things that happen here!"
"The tree wants to be quiet and the wind is more than that." The werewolf shopkeeper walked to the back of the counter and said loudly to all the staff: "The empty warehouse has always been watched by many people. So all of you should listen to what you just heard. The incidents are kept confidential, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble to Mr. Silver Mask! This is the responsibility of our Silver Paixiu Bank to our customers. Do you understand?"
The werewolves replied suddenly: "Yes, the shopkeeper!"
The werewolf shopkeeper found a piece of paper behind the counter and handed it to Ashin: "Then, please sign this immediate-effective estate transfer statement. From the moment you sign, the empty-handed estate belongs to you, his account and The owner of the warehouse will also be directly changed to you, which saves the trouble of reopening an account."
"Yes, just change his account name to mine. It's really convenient!" A Xin asked excitedly, "Is there a lot of gold in Kongkong Miaoshou's account?"
The werewolf shopkeeper shook his head: "In fact, I have always wanted to know what amazing things are in the empty hand account. But his account is the highest level of confidentiality, and even my shopkeeper has no right to check the specific storage list of the account." He smiled to Asin and said, "But since you have the new owner of the account now, I think...I can use your light to satisfy the curiosity that has been in my heart for many years."
Ashin couldn't wait to say: "Then take me right away!"
The werewolf shopkeeper made a please gesture: "As you can see, the account with the highest level of confidentiality does not contain any specific information. This naturally also includes the location of the account warehouse. So in accordance with the rules of our Yin Pixiu Bank, please say The specific number of the warehouse. This time the sample can be found in accordance with the warehouse arrangement."
Ashin patted the top of his head: "Well... the number is... Warehouse No. 903!" (End of this chapter)