This simple wooden building seems to be less conspicuous in the decay area extending south to Leichi Town. The building has several windows, but it is either nailed to death by wooden boards or covered with iron bars, and there is no flat roof or balcony.

Apart from this, there is no text indicating the purpose of the building, and there is not even a number on the door. Few people in the city know clearly what this house is for.

However, as soon as you pass through the iron-packed door, the scene inside will be dramatically different. Only faded old wood can be seen outside, while brightly colored wall felt, heavy fur carpets, and gilded marble statues are used as decorations.

Although this is just an alchemy guild, it is comparable to a palace of rulers in terms of luxury decoration.

It has three floors up from the street, and there are two floors hidden under the ground. The highest floor is also the most luxurious. There are five rooms inside, an octagonal hall in the middle, and four side rooms are surrounded by them, all designed to allow someone to enjoy comfort and convenience.

This man is named Gris, and is more widely recognized elsewhere by his nickname - "The Devil's Stomach".

Gris is the owner of the Alchemy Guild in Thunderhead Town and the actual creator of a complex business network. With some previous relationships, he was able to provide cheaper raw materials in the guild, and at the same time he always made sure that he was the first person to enjoy the guild's victory.

Whether it is the gold coins earned or the various new products produced by the guild, he will always put them in his pocket or belly.

At this time, he was walking in the hall in the center of the highest level, which was his reception room. Every time he walked around, he would stop and touch the shiny fur of the black panther lying beside his throne. A kind of anxiety that was not like him would appear on the round face of the head of the guild. When he was not stroking the "imported" leopard, his hands behind him would twist their index fingers and thumbs nervously.

His clothes were made of the highest silk, but he did not wear any jewelry that suited his identity except for the brooch on his coat, and only his teeth did shine with pure gold.

On both sides of the hall, there was a row of four hill giant eunuchs. Compared to them, Gris, who was nearly six feet tall, looked like a dwarf. In addition, his expensive but low-key dress, Gris's appearance was indeed a bit inconspicuous.

When a loud knock came from the door leading to the lower level of the room, Gris almost jumped up.

He hesitated for a while, although he was imagining that he made the man squirm in the anxiety of waiting, it was actually him who needed time to calm down. Then he absent-mindedly ordered one of the eunuchs to go to see the door, then he walked up to the platform facing the door, sat on the throne with too much stuffed stuff, and then hung his hand on the leopard that he had spoiled.

A thin warrior walked in, and the slender sword hanging around his waist swayed with his footsteps.

He was wearing a black shawl, floating behind him, gathered and fixed on his neck; his thick brown curly hair drooped around the shawl; his clothes were simple dark, very simple, but there were many straps wrapped around him, and things were hung at each crossing, such as a small crossbow, a dagger, or other small and practical weapons; the pair of long leather boots on his feet that were grinding without wrinkles would make rhythmic footsteps when stepped on the floor, and the silent difference showed that his steps were very stable.

"Hello, Gris." He greeted casually.

When Gris saw the man, his eyes narrowed into a slit. "Raven Hawk." He replied to the mixed-race man.

The man approached the throne, bowed indifferently, and then glared at the leopard leaning there in disgust. He smiled disgustedly for a moment, revealing his low bloodline, and then stepped on one foot to the throne, bent down so that the guild leader could also feel the heat of his breath.

Gris glanced at the dirty boots that were trampling on his beautiful throne, then turned his head back, and responded to the other party with an unsuspecting smile to show his appreciation for him.

The latter seemed to suddenly feel that his attitude might be a little too close and casual, so he took his foot off the chair, took a step back, and kept a distance of two or three feet from the "devil's stomach". This should be safe enough.

Immediately, Gris' smile disappeared, but he was satisfied, and then asked directly: "Is the matter done?"

Raven Hao stole the whole thing and almost laughed out loud. He loved work so much that it was a wonderful enjoyment to reminisce about work.

"Of course," he replied, and then, in one pocket of his clothes, he pulled out a necklace made of round pearls.

When Gris saw this, he frowned, exactly the same expression as the cunning mixed-race warrior expected. "Do you have to kill them all?" The guild leader was a little dissatisfied, but he was not as angry as he needed to get angry.

Riven shrugged and put the necklace back in his pocket. "You said you wanted to deal with the matter. I took them away."

"Clean." He did not forget to add.

Gris's hand clutched the armrest of the throne.

"I remember, all I said was, 'Don't let her show up on the street again until the whole thing is done'!"

"She knows too much." Raven answered, looking at her nails, looking a little absent-minded.

"She is a very useful woman and one of our guild's important clients." Gris stressed. He has now recovered a little calm. Few people can make him as angry as Riven, and few people can make him live and walk out of the room after he gets alive.

"She is only one of a thousand," said the thin warrior with a smile. "Yes, Yes, no one cannot be replaced."

Another door opened, and an old man walked in. He was wearing a gray robe with a scented tree and a crescent moon embroidered, and a huge diamond tied to his turban. "I have something to report to you, the situation-"

Gris glared at him without moving. "No, my vice president, please come first and then come when you see the score."

"But, President-"

Gris' eyes narrowed dangerously again, almost like the slit of his mouth with almost no lips. The old man bowed apologetically and disappeared behind the door that came, while carefully and quietly closing the door.

When Raven saw this scene, he smiled. "So polite!"

"This is called etiquette," Gris said to him.

"Don't do that, President Gris, we're in a partnership," Revan Hao replied. He jumped to the front of one of the two windows of the room, where he could see a desert outside the town. "Tonight is full of the moon," he said excitedly, then turned to face Puke. "You should join us, Gris! It's going to be a feast! I can assure you that it tastes great."

Gris scoffed at this. This mixed-race child - or the "mix of the hybrid" - did not understand what food was, nor did he know why his "devil's stomach" came to this contemptuous town and compromised to run an alchemy guild everywhere.

He shook his head, as if he wanted to throw away some memories. "Thank you for your kindness, but I refuse." He said calmly.

Raven was not surprised by this reply. He knew Gris very well, and the question just now was purely intentional arousing the hatred of the president. In fact, not only did he never underestimate the "devil's stomach", but he was always afraid of him. Therefore, he always looked for some relatively safe opportunities and kept trying to test Gris's tolerance bottom line so that he could avoid danger in time in the future.

So he ran back to Gris, put his feet on the throne again, and let the other party smell the bad smell in his mouth again. "Although you don't know what you will miss," he said. "But the choice is with you - this is what we have said." He left and bowed. "And you are the master."

"We are partners." Gris reminded him. But everyone can hear how insincere this was said.

Raven took a few steps back, folded his hands together, and patted them lightly. "I can't deny that the fact that our guild has become better after you allow us to join. This also shows that you have unique vision." He bowed again. "Please forgive my rudeness, my dear friend, but I can't suppress my happiness in my good fortune... After all, tonight will be a full moon!" As he spoke, a hint of blush flashed in his eyes.

"It is not allowed to go to the town center, it is not allowed to attack the dog-headed men of the Dragon Family clan, and it is not allowed to have any leftovers... Besides, there are no taboos." Gris also reciprocates for the humble act of Raven's stolen, but he did not forget to set three constraints.

The thin man bowed again, but then he glared at the "imported leopard" again before jumping out of the room.

As soon as the door was closed, Gris let his fingers walk on his eyebrows and then penetrated the remnants of his once fashionable black hair woven into a fashionable style. Then he held his cheek with his fat palm helplessly, and murmured with the many dissatisfactions he had when dealing with Revan.

He looked at the door of his audience room and wanted to forget the partner. But then he remembered the vice president of the guild. The caster would not come to harass him if he was fine, especially when Raven was still in the room, unless his news was really important.

He scratched the cheek of the pet leopard for the last time, then walked through the side door of the room and arrived at a dark small room that specifically provided waiting space for visitors. The gray-robed wizard, the old man who was the vice president of the Alchemy Guild, was watching his crystal ball attentively, and did not notice that he had come in. Gris did not want to disturb the gray-robed wizard, so he sat quietly at the seat next to the small table and waited for a while.

The gray-robed mage finally looked up.

He clearly saw that Gris's "wrinkles on his brow" had not yet been eliminated - it was usually a normal thing after his partner named Raven Haoji's visit.

"Have he completed the mission?" asked the gray-robed mage, but in fact he already knew the answer, just to start a conversation.

"I despise him," said Gris.

The Gray Robe Master agreed, but still advised: "But you can't give up the convenience that Riven brings you."

This spellcaster is telling the truth.

In the past two years after Gris formed an alliance with the guy and his men, his guild became the most influential underground organization in the city. In addition to selling various "commodities" (usually contraband) to make profits, the guild has also expanded its other financial paths, and can earn wealth by charging some small merchants for protection. Many caravan leaders who came here already know that when they meet people sent by the Alchemy Potion Guild to collect money, it is best not to send them away; those who do not know will soon learn lessons and bloody lessons.

But even so, although Gris couldn't deny that Raven Haozui and his subordinates were indeed very useful. However, the leader of the guild still did not like those disgusting "blockbusters". This derogatory term is not a contempt for Raven Haozui's original origin.

That's right, the Raven Haozuo, who looks like a thin bamboo pole, is a half-orc who is very different from a half-orc. But Gris actually doesn't reject this kind of mixed-race intelligent life. What he really hates is that guy's other bloodline identity. Perhaps because of his natural thin body, in order to live a better life, that Raven Haozuo made an important decision a long time ago - he deliberately got infected with vesicosis and became a rat man who disgusted Gris.

During the day, Raven Haotao can still be like a human with some animal nature. But at night, he prefers to show himself as a half-rat and half-human, especially in front of those mission goals. He likes to put his ugly face close, then dig down the other person's round eyes and take them away. He also knows a special secret method, which can disguise those eyes as pearls.

"I've had enough of him," said Gris, who put his hands on the black velvet tablecloth. "I'm sure I need to drink two pots of honey to forget the meeting just now!" He smiled with teeth, showing the idea that made him happy. "But what's wrong with you just came to me?"

"Someone robbed a box of Moon Candy from a small caravan!" The vice president of the Chamber of Commerce changed his previous expression and said to Gris, the real leader of the guild very seriously: "But just like no one has seen through my disguise, no one has recognized the scum of Moon Candy from the found box for the time being."

It took a while before Gris figured out what the Gray Robe Mage said. Then, he seemed to have thought of something, so he jumped up from the chair.

"This is not a bad person to eat black - our bulk goods channels do not know each other, and they have no way of knowing what they bought. It must be an accident for the guys who robbed this batch of moon candy - unless the robbers ate all the things themselves, once they have someone to sell the goods, we have to follow the clues to find the group of people. Don't be afraid of ten thousand, and the transaction we do will not be surprised!"

"Then let Riven Hao steal the group of people?" said the Gray-robed wizard: "After all, they have no choice but to do things."
Chapter completed!