Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

'Jingle Bell'

"Ok?"

Hearing the doorbell, Wang Xuebin turned his head and looked at the door curiously. There were still two hours before the appointed time. It should not be Professor McGonagall and the others.

"Which one?"

Wang Xuebin put down the melons and fruits in his hands and the gleaming fruit knife, rubbed his wet hands casually on Crayon Shin-chan's ass on his chest, turned around and came to the door, and pulled the door bolt made of pig iron.

"Surprise! Mister Gu Yi!"

'Squeak! With a sound, he opened the heavy wooden door, but he didn't expect Wang Xuebin to be blinded by a dazzling reflection of light as soon as he opened the door.

"Wow, welcome, Mr. Emerson!"

The person who came was the postman who had the hairstyle of a strong man in his twenties when he met in the Two Broomsticks Tavern——Emerson!

Compared with this postman, Wang Xuebin, who has a full head of black and beautiful hair, seems a bit misnamed!

After all, Gu Yi knows everything

"Mr. Emerson, what wind has brought you here?"

"Hahahaha!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Emerson laughed enthusiastically.

"Of course Mr. Gu Yi, what you ordered has arrived!"

This Mr. Emerson is young, but he is very enthusiastic. The smile on his face has never disappeared, as if nothing can make him feel sad.

He smiled enthusiastically, stretched out his hand and lifted a somewhat worn cloth bag from the side, opened the mouth of the bag, and stretched his entire right arm into it.

"Oh, to be honest, you ordered a lot of things, for this reason, our superiors specially assigned me a cloth bag with the traceless stretching spell cast on it.

Don't look at him as shabby? But it's definitely worth a lot? This is a high-end item that only those pure-blood nobles will use! "

While digging things out, Emerson talked endlessly? As if showing off to Wang Xuebin? As if explaining something.

But Wang Xuebin didn't care about the nonsense about trying to compete with Tang Seng, his attention was all on the stacks of magazines that Emerson took out.

Contemporary Transfiguration, Potions Quest, Wizarding Monuments, Frontiers of Spells, Ancient Runes Discovery

Stacks of various magic magazines? The front door of Wang Xuebin's attic was completely blocked, and it seemed that it was far from over.

"Enough is enough? How much more?"

Seeing that Emerson's stupidity didn't mean to stop? Wang Xuebin quickly stopped and said:

"Are all the cloth bags mine? How much is the cloth bag? I bought the cloth bag together!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Emerson's enthusiastic words stopped, the smile on his face stiffened a little, and he looked at Wang Xuebin in disbelief.

"You mean this cloth bag?"

"Yes! How much?"

Wang Xuebin nodded affirmatively. From somewhere, he pulled out a stack of money orders? This is a bill that only users who have handled vault business at Gringotts Bank can hold.

And to rent a vault at Gringotts Bank, at least [-] Galleons in cash must be mortgaged, and magic items cannot be converted into deductions!

"Wow even!"

Emerson looked at the money order in Wang Xuebin's hand, and let out an unconscious cry. He restrained the smile on his face? He bowed slightly, and confirmed in that slightly humble tone:

"Gu I mean respected Mr. Gu Yi? Are you sure you want to buy this cloth bag?

I mean, what if you need it? For the same value, I can buy you a better one? Honestly? This rag bag is almost obsolete? It's not worth buying! "

Hearing Emerson's extremely contrasting tone, Wang Xuebin raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, then shook his head, and said in the same tone:

"No need, just buy this, how much is it, can I give it to you?"

"Uh, yes, yes, no problem!"

Seeing that Wang Xuebin was determined to buy this cloth bag, Emerson hurriedly dusted the cloth bag a few times with his hands, handed it to Wang Xuebin with both hands, and said nervously:

"The price of this cloth bag at our post office is [-] Galleons, but don't worry, I will help you get the best discount. Trust me, our internal personnel have a discount quota. I will report to you when I apply for it! "

Seeing Emerson's somewhat nervous posture, Wang Xuebin didn't say anything more. At this time, no matter what he said, the other party would be elusive, so it's better not to say it.

He took out a money order of [-] Galleons, handed it to Mr. Emerson, smiled slightly, and said casually:

"It doesn't matter, you continue to apply for yours, and the discount you apply for is counted as your reward for doing things for me, just keep it yourself!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, the young Mr. Emerson became obviously excited, and he put on that warm smile again, but this time there were some other inexplicable things in the smile.

"Oh, respected Mr. Gu Yi, I must tell you that you are the most generous gentleman I have ever met. Don't worry, I will report to you when the price is applied for!"

While talking, Emerson rolled up his sleeves, picked up a stack of magazines, looked up at Wang Xuebin, and asked sincerely:

"Dear Mr. Gu Yi, where are you going to put these magazines? I'll help you move them in!"

Saying that, without waiting for Wang Xuebin to refuse, he carried the magazine and walked into Wang Xuebin's house.

"Wow, respected Mr. Gu Yi, I have to praise your taste, although your house is not big, it is definitely the warmest I have ever seen!

You don't know, I've been to the homes of many pure-blood nobles, but none of their houses are more comfortable than yours."

"Uh, thanks for the compliment, the magazines are fine in the living room, and I'll arrange them myself later"

Emerson was busy while flattering poorly, and went back and forth several times before completely removing the magazines at the door.

"Huh~huh~huh"

Panting heavily, Emerson wiped the sweat on his forehead with his clean and tidy work clothes without a single wrinkle, then looked up at Wang Xuebin, and said with a smile:

"Sir, the things have been moved, so I won't bother you, if you need anything, just call me, I promise to be there on call!

Have a nice morning, goodbye~"

"Excuse me, go slowly!"

Looking at the back of Emerson going away, Wang Xuebin did not close the door again, turned around and looked at the stacks of magazines in the living room, shrugged his shoulders, raised his hand, the magazines flew into the air and flew to the side of the sofa, neatly stacked there.

He put the cloth bag in his hand on the coffee table again, rubbed Crayon Shin-chan's butt twice, turned and walked into the kitchen, washed his hands, and continued to cut the fruit.

"Oh, life"