Chapter 24 The Hassey Manor

The people inside were still in a stalemate.

Especially that man. He didn't accept the price, but he needed this wheat.

"I only have one silver coin. My child is starving to death. Can you do me a favor?"

Seeing that the man insisted on the price anyway, the man was about to cry.

He didn't understand.

Normally, wheat wasn't that expensive. A catty of wheat was at most 12 or 13. Why did it suddenly rise to 20 this year?

Besides, it was the Peace Sea Firm which had always had stable prices and small ups and downs.

There was no continuous disaster.

It didn't work anyway, but he just remained unmoved.

A good man directly knelt constantly kowtow.

Sherman couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Stop."

His symbolic purple eyes made the host realize his identity at the first sight. "Who are you, master?"

He was so unlucky.

He just wanted to make more money and was about to give up. Why did a member of the royal family suddenly appear?

It was still in such a remote town.

"Sherman Lockett, take the wheat with you."

Sherman said to the man kneeling on the ground, and then turned to the trembling director, "What's wrong with you?"

When he heard Sherman's name, he knew something bad was going to happen.

When he was making money secretly, he met the big boss in person!

Would he throw away this fat job?

Thinking of this, the director trembled more violently. "I didn't greet you in person. It's really..."

"Cut the crap. Ask your director to come out."

"I am the person in charge here, Master Marquis."

The man wished there was a crack on the ground that he could hide himself.

It was a little difficult.

Sherman raised his head and put it down gently, "The price has been set. The wheat of that man just now will be punished from your salary."

"Yes, yes. Thank you for your magnanimity, Mr. Marquis!"

It seemed that he couldn't go too far next time.

The director thought to himself.

Sherman had no intention of following and asked the man to bring the current stock list.

There was not much stock here, so Sherman only used what he needed next.

Dry provisions, medicine.

There were not many of them. They were ready soon.

After sending Sherman away respectfully, the director wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

'Don't go too far next time.'

"You can demote him on the spot just now,"

Dolores asked boldly.

Sherman walked leisurely and said, "Water go to pure have no fish."

It didn't matter to fill his own pocket. Just try his best to do what he told him. Don't destroy his reputation or reputation.

There were thousands of shops in the Peace Sea Firm. Even if there were supervisors, they couldn't care about such trifles.

"And most of them are from some local forces."

Sherman heard that the fight for the position of the leader of the Peace Sea Firm involved the intrigue between the two local clans.

It was still unknown whether it was true or not.

The convoy packed up and set off again.

This time, Sinard was in the carriage with a gloomy face.

Sherman ignored her and was planning for the future development of the town.

He planned to bring 200 people back. If the area under the protection of the divine tree was not enough, he would try to explore the vertical buildings.

If it weren't for the fact that there were too many people who needed to be placed under the protection of the divine tree, Sherman wouldn't have to worry about it.

Sinard found that no matter what she did, she couldn't attract Sherman's attention. She began to doubt if she was too unattractive.

Sherman never focused on her.

Feeling discouraged, Sinard didn't do anything but fall asleep with the blanket in her arms.

No matter how Sherman planned the town, he was not satisfied.

When he designed the town, he found that he had to consider all aspects, and also the needs of the vast majority of people.

Sherman had to consider all aspects like convenience, which made him a headache.

It was a pity that he didn't have an expert in city planning. Otherwise, Sherman would hire him to do this annoying job no matter how expensive.

The convoy ran steadily on the road without any obstruction.

If it weren't for the symbolic armor of the knights, their trip wouldn't have attracted any attention.

It looked so ordinary that even ordinary aristocrats looked better than them.

Sherman didn't care about the appearance. All he cared about was safety and comfort.

The car was very strong, but now it looked very dejected, and its appearance was pitted.

The initial plan was finally made. Sherman relaxed and looked at Sinard who was sleeping soundly.

He didn't know whether she was innocent or she was too narrow-minded.

Hearing the rhythmic sound of the horse's hooves, Sherman couldn't help but fall asleep with his head down.

He slept until dusk.

"Where are we now?"

Sherman stretched himself and asked Sinard, who looked very sober.

"Now? We've just arrived at Hassey City. We're about to enter the city."

Hassey City.

Sherman nodded slowly, "In that case, we don't have to find any accommodation."

He had a manor here.

The scenery of the city was beautiful, and it was especially suitable for summer vacation. Every summer, if Sherman was not busy, he would definitely come to the city to live for some time.

When he left, the manor would not be deserted. There would always be people cleaning and maintaining the manor.

"It's definitely my fortune to be with the richest man in the Holy Kingdom."

Sinard said exaggeratedly on purpose.

Sherman didn't answer but raised her voice, "Dolores."

"Yes, master."

Dolores answered immediately when she heard the call from the car.

"You lead the way to my manor and ask some cooks to bring the ingredients here."

Simon was stunned.

Was he the richest man in the Holy Kingdom?

He had a manor in Hassey City.

It was known that Hassey City was a good location with a lot of land and money. Without some financial resources and means, it was absolutely impossible to buy real estate in it.

Sherman didn't know what other people would think about his own manor. It had nothing to do with him.

All his money was earned by his hard work. It wasn't too much to buy something that could make him feel comfortable and happy.

When they entered the city, the guard saw Simon's badge. He saluted him and let them in.

Dolores led the way to the manor of Mr. Marquis.

The night keeper was startled by the sudden arrival of the group. After seeing clearly who it was, he greeted respectfully, "Miss Dolores."

"Ask butler to arrange 24 rooms. Master is here."

The night keeper trotted all the way to inform the butler. Dolores was not idle either. She went to find a chef according to the order.

The manor occupied a large area and its main body looked a little old.

"Is this manor originally owned by the Hassey clan?"

Sinard asked when she saw the badge.

Sherman nodded, "It's still called the Hassey Manor."