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"Be careful, I have to go."

The old woman said one last thing and walked away.

Glenn looked back at the house in front of him and murmured, "Sure enough, it would be easier if I sold it..."

After muttering, he walked forward and opened the door with the key.

The interior decoration is also very beautiful, with carved furniture, high-end carpets, gorgeous chandeliers, and a fireplace with iron railings.

After checking all the houses carefully, although they were clean, Glenn still found many traces of the previous owner's life.

There are no useful clues.

Glenn finally stood in the living room and looked at this comfortable living environment. He was really a little reluctant to sell it.

But he won't live here, so it would be a waste to keep it.

Finally he went out, ready to find out what the house would be worth.

The easiest way is to ask residents who own similar homes how much they paid for their home.

Glenn glanced around casually and chose a house that was relatively close. It was obvious that someone was home there, and the specifications of the house were not much different from his.

A man in a white felt hat was mowing the lawn in the front yard of the house. He noticed Glenn as he approached and turned his head.

"Hey, hello sir."

Glenn greeted from a distance.

The latter straightened his hat and said in the same tone: "Hello, what can I do for you?"

"Well, I want to ask, if you sell this house, how much would you pay?"

Glenn saw that the person in front of him was quite polite, so he asked directly.

"My house?" The man didn't quite understand Glenn's purpose in asking this, but he still answered, "My house was left to me by my father. I'm not sure of its actual value, but it must be at least hundreds of gold coins."

These words made Glenn gasp. Hundreds of gold coins, he had not accumulated that much until now, unless he sold the fire bug.

He has now placed that thing in his underground laboratory, collecting the turbid fire that falls from it every day.

"Thank you for telling me. Actually, I won't hide it from you. I just got a house similar to yours, that one."

Glenn pointed behind him and said, "I want to sell it now. I wonder if you have any good suggestions. I might lower the price a bit."

The man shook his head. "I'm usually not here, so I can't give you any good advice. You should ask other residents. They may be interested in that house."

"OK, thanks."

“It’s a piece of cake.”

After leaving, Glenn visited several more households and asked similar questions.

Some of them had no intention of buying a house, while some did, but after seeing Glenn's house, they shook their heads and said that they were scared of the guy who had lived in that house and did not dare to buy it.

Someone also provided Glenn with the addresses of some people who might be willing to buy the house, but it was already late, so Glenn could only stay in the house for free for one night.

I have to say the bed was really big and soft, which made Glenn have a good dream.

The next day, Glenn was awakened by a knock on the door at around nine o'clock.

With great willpower he pulled himself out of bed, walked to the front door and opened it.

Outside were two soldiers wearing Kingdom armor, which made Glenn suddenly feel much more energetic.

"Is that Mr. Dylan?" asked one of the soldiers with blue eyes and a high nose.

"Yes, what can I do for you?" Glenn looked at him with the wariness that a civilian would give to a soldier.

"We just received an order from above to come and confirm whether it is you who is staying here. We have no other intentions."

The soldiers seemed polite.

"Who gave the order?"

"We didn't know, we were just following orders."

It's not like the soldier is lying.

Glenn became more and more curious. The person who gave him the house obviously had an official background, and he cared so much about the original owner, so normally they must be relatives.

But the problem still remains, the original owner has no relevant clues.

"I will sell this house soon, so if you come to check it out again in the future and find that it is not mine, please let me know immediately."

In order to prevent future conflicts, Glenn first told the two soldiers about his plans for the house so that they could pass the information on.

However, after hearing this, the two soldiers looked at each other with strange expressions.

Glenn was confused, and before he could ask, the blue-eyed soldier said:

“This house actually belongs to the kingdom, I don’t think you have the right to sell it to anyone else.”

"Ah?" Glenn was surprised, as if he saw the huge pile of gold coins waving goodbye to him, "Isn't this house already mine?"

"Sir, you don't understand. This house is very special. It was built by the king as a reward to a meritorious official. If you want to sell it, you need a lot of procedures and sufficient rights..."

The soldier explained patiently.

After hearing this, Glenn knew that his work yesterday was in vain and his house was completely useless.

"Okay, I understand. I'm sorry for wasting your time."

Glenn waved his hands feebly.

The two soldiers nodded and walked away side by side.

After standing there and thinking for a while, Glenn found no suitable solution. He could only go into the house to pack up, prepare to find White Bird Publishing House, and then leave the city.

Let's put this house aside for now, maybe it can be used in the future.

In the early morning light, the deer cart left the residential area and Glenn asked around in the town.

As a relatively famous publishing house, the studio of White Bird Publishing House is easy to find.

Glenn just randomly asked two passers-by and found out the exact location.

When he stood in front of the tall building with the words "White Bird Publishing House" written on it, he did not rush in, but observed from outside for a while.

You can see staff members moving around in there, and the noise coming from there is very chaotic, so you can imagine that there are a lot of people inside.

Glenn walked in.

There was a man who looked like a receptionist at the side of the gate. When he saw a stranger coming in, he called out:

"Hey! Sir, you are not a staff member here, you can't come in casually."

Glenn turned his head, thought for a moment and said, "Hello, my name is Glenn. I have written some stories, but White Bird Publishing House, that is, this place, has privately printed my works into books and sold them without my permission. I think I need to protect my rights. What do you think, sir?"

The man behind the stage was stunned. He was just a gatekeeper and didn't know much about the work of a publishing house.

But he still knew the name Glenn. The stories created by this writer made White Bird Publishing House a lot of money. Unexpectedly, they were published without the author's permission.

This was not something he could handle. The laws of the kingdom were relatively complete, and the protection of personal copyright was quite strict. If things got out of hand, it would be bad.

"Please wait a moment. I need to inform our editor-in-chief. Sorry."

Not long after, a middle-aged man with a bald head, deep facial features and thin lips came down in a hurry. When he saw Glenn, he shouted, "Sorry, sorry! Dear writer! Please listen to our explanation!"