After the two of them contacted each other, Patia drafted a further contract for them. Adolf glanced quickly and signed. After signing, he took out the bank notes of 200,000 gold coins and gave a special reminder: "If it is not enough, I will make up for it."

"No." Holding the note, Jones quickly said, "It won't be overspent. I will definitely not let it overspent."

"It's best not to overspend, but if it's overspend, it's okay." Adolf smiled and said, "This is just a try for me. There must be risks when trying. I'm ready to take risks."

As he said that, Adolf looked at Adele on the other side: "Master Adele, I have other things to do, so I'll leave first."

"You're leaving so soon?" Jones asked.

"Yes, there are other things. And, the matter has been talked about, isn't it?"

"If you have something to do, just do it first." Adair nodded and said, "I'll take Jones to the Chamber of Commerce."

"Okay, I wish you all happiness." As he said that, Adolf had already stood up, saluted Adal, saluted Jones, and turned and left.

After Adolf left, Adal said softly: "Take me the bank notes."

Jones was stunned for a moment and handed over the bank notes in his hand.

After taking the bill, Adair checked it carefully.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the bill?"

"No, no. I just see where these bills were issued. It was not the bank of our Sambo family." As he said that, Adale handed the bills back: "Let's go, I'll take you to the chamber of commerce and introduce some people to you for your understanding. Otherwise, whether the matter of your refinery is big or small, there will be a lot of trouble."

"Okay, thank you." Jones replied softly.

...

At the same time, Adolf had already walked out of the chamber of commerce. A carriage was waiting for him outside the door.

After Adolf got into the car, he whispered: "Let's go."

"Driving!" The goblin driver shouted, and the carriage began to drive slowly along the street.

At this moment, in front of the Chamber of Commerce, the butler of Adair was looking at the carriage from afar.

"Which carriage is this? Does he have an industry in Hilder?"

The blood guard next to Adale replied softly: "No, this car is rented. He has been living in the hotel."

"Always staying in a hotel?"

"Yes."

“Are there any other discoveries?”

"No, but this person is really suspicious."

"What do you mean?" The butler turned his face.

The guard continued, "He almost never went out, but stayed in the hotel. Every time he went out, it seemed to be either related to Master Adale or Master Jones. In the past week, he had never left the door. The curtains were always pulled up, and there was something prohibited from magic perception. We could not see what was inside. And... he specifically told the hotel not to enter the room without his consent."

"Oh, is that right? I haven't gone out for a week... How did the hotel deliver him food?"

"There was no food to be delivered, as if he didn't have to eat. If it weren't for a week after he walked out of the room, the hotel owner would have thought he had gone far away. And, he gave his rent a year in one go."

The butler stretched out a finger and hooked it.

The guard quickly pressed his ears over.

The butler whispered: "Look for a few people who have nothing to do with us, and after he entered the room, rush in."

"Run in?" The guard was stunned.

"Yes." The housekeeper nodded: "Look at what he is doing in the room."

"But... this is Mr. Adair's friend. Would it be too rude for us to do this?"

"It's very rude." The housekeeper smiled slightly and said meaningfully: "That's why we can't do it. As for others, we can't control it."

The guard blinked his eyes a little and nodded: "I understand. I will find a few people who have nothing to do with the Sambo family and have nothing to do with me."

"Go." The housekeeper waved his hand gently.

"Yes." The guard looked around for a moment, and quietly walked away with his cloak.

...

"Come on, check it out. This is a place that is crucial to our Sambo family business." Adair reached out and pushed open a door.

There is a huge room with rows of tables in the room, almost every table is filled with paper documents, and there is also a blood clan sitting next to each table. It looks roughly, there are at least one hundred.

When they saw Adale, the people in the room seemed to be stunned for a moment and quickly stood up one by one.

"Welcome, Master Adele." Everyone stood up, and everyone saluted at Adele.

Jones couldn't help but open his eyes.

"These are all consultants of the Sambo family, or, in other words, this is the consultant group of the Sambo family." Adale turned around and said to Jones who was following him: "Patia is also working here."

"Yes, my location is here," Patia said, pointing to one of the empty tables.

"The most important thing about business is information. Choose where money flows, where goods flow, and where services flow. This requires information without exception. Choosing the best service, selling the highest price, and buying the lowest price, also requires information. Maximize profits and reduce costs. Relying on information." Turning his face, Adale looked at a group of consultants and said, "For example, I want to sell gold ore."

One of the consultants immediately spoke: "I have four customers who need gold ore here, two of which are from our Sambo family. Master Adele, as long as there are samples, I can ask you the price immediately."

“For example, I want to solve the transportation problem.”

Another consultant immediately said: "Mr. Adele, I have contact with the twelve carriers and can create the most suitable transportation plan at the fastest speed."

“For example, I want to prepare for a gold mine refinery.”

Another consultant stood up: "Mr. Adele, I have a report on the advantages and disadvantages of various gold mine refining technologies here. You can refer to it."

"Hear?" Adale said with a smile: "This is business. News that may take several months or even years to find is available here in just a moment. There are even some news they will never get, or it is too late when they get it."

Turning his face, Adair said: "Tell me about the price trend of the dwarf slaves next."

"Okay, Master Adele." One of the consultants quickly opened the book and said: "From last year to this year, the number of dwarf slaves imported by Hilde's slave traders increased by 10%, sales decreased by 5%, and the overall price of dwarf slaves was reduced by 7%. It is expected that the next year will fall. According to the cycle, if there is no major change in demand, it will rebound in the following year."

"Listen. This is the winning weapon of the Sambo family. They will provide all kinds of information and suggestions. Of course, the final decision is to go down by themselves." After patting Jones on the shoulder, Adair said, "Come on, I will teach you how to use this advisory group."

...

Just as Jones was still amazed at the Sambo family's advisory group, Adolf had already returned to the hotel.

It was a simple hotel in Hilderly. Four floors, grayish white, some old buildings, and a barbarian slave at the door.

When he saw Adolf, the barbarian slave hurriedly saluted respectfully.

Nodded, Adolf crossed him.

In Hilde, there are many such hotels. Generally speaking, the superior blood clans will not live in such places. Even the elves are unwilling to live in such places. Only passing caravans will live here.

The buildings that lack maintenance, noisy environment, and uneducated guests are messy in almost every corner. Most of the clothes on everyone's body are cheap fabrics, either gray or brown, and there are few bright colors to see. Adolf wearing a dress walks in it, which is particularly conspicuous.

"Master Adolf, are you back?" The blind goblin boss stood at the stairs with a cane and smiled at Adal.

"Yes, I just came back and was about to go back to my room. Don't let anyone disturb me."

"Okay, no one will disturb you."

After passing by the goblin boss, Adolf walked up the stairs step by step, walked up the road until the fourth floor, and gently twisted his hands towards the room on the east side and walked in.

...

Outside the hotel, at the corner of the street, several cloaked blood tribes were looking at the direction of the hotel from afar.

One of the blood tribes whispered: "Fourth floor, the room to the east."

"How do we get in? Go straight up from the first floor?" asked another blood clan.

"I'm afraid it won't work. The order we received was to see what he was doing. If we go directly from the first floor... there are all restrictions on the third floor and we are too busy making a move, and he will soon find out."

"Then you can only go in through the window and hit it hard. Just walk through a curtain and you can see what he is doing."

"Just do it like that. Remember, don't hurt him, we just look at what it is inside and why he stays inside for so long."

"Do you need to prepare excuses for retreat? For example, the wrong person is recognized?"

"No, I didn't explain this."

"Okay, I understand."

There were four blood clans in total. They turned into bat forms and flew towards the hotel.

...

All the curtains were pulled up.

In the room where the candle was lit, Adolf dipped his fingers a little charcoal and quickly drew some pattern on the floor in the middle of the room.

The pattern is particularly complicated, like various geometric patterns piled up together, and there is some kind of tadpole-like text at the edge.

Adolf looked very skilled. In just a short while, the extremely complex pattern had been drawn. He gently flicked off the remaining charcoal on his finger, and he gestured in the air with his left hand and recited a spell. A magic wand appeared in his hand instantly.

The wand gently tapped the edge of the pattern, and suddenly, the black pattern drawn by charcoal emitted a strange light.

A faint, electric current sound came, and a door to space was slowly tearing open above the pattern.

...

"Three, two, one! Go!"
To be continued...