I really just want to open a shop

Hawthorn gritted his teeth and sat on the chair after losing his temper.

He didn't believe that there really was that person who boasted so much. If there were such treasures in the world, they wouldn't appear until now.

Still hiding, like a shady mouse.

"Go, take me to find the place where that man set up a stall."

Hawthorne stood up, walked out of the mansion, and directly stopped a carriage on the road.

"There was a street vendor recently, you know..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the coachman: "Go there, please sit still, these days it's really noisy, people drive past every day, it's very famous."

Hawthorne was a little displeased, and ordered him to shut up, because he didn't want to hear it.

The coachman curled his lips and remained silent all the way.

Riding in a carriage, he just turned into an alley when he was blocked by a crowd.

There was a huge crowd in front of it, not to mention the carriage, even people couldn't squeeze in, it was as lively as a vegetable market, and there were people everywhere.

The coachman said helplessly to Hawthorne: "Your Excellency, there is really no way to pass people in front, why don't you come down and line up slowly."

"Here, I've been queuing for a few days, and there's no shortage of people. Every day, there's another long line."

Hawthorne got off the carriage, and before he could stand still, a figure running over touched his shoulder, and he almost didn't fall down.

His face was gloomy, a mere commoner, did he know that he was a Viscount, how dare he offend him like this!

He was about to walk up to the commoner with strides, and give him a good start, when he was knocked away by another strong man and squeezed in front of him.

This time Hawthorne really couldn't stand it anymore, since he was a child, he was always praised by others, and these commoners were ignored.

He drew out his saber with a stab, his body was boiling with demon energy, and he slashed at the strong man who had just bumped into him.

Many of the people queuing here are ordinary people, almost no one has a magic core, and they can't react at all.

A scream resounded from the crowd, and the strong man's shoulder was severely slashed, and the noisy crowd fell silent for a while.

A strong smell of blood spread in the air. The knife was so powerful that the bones could almost be seen through the flesh and blood. The strong man clutched his arms and howled in pain.

Hawthorne withdrew his sword, and his eyebrows were almost raised to the sky. At this time, many people were paying attention to him, and he especially enjoyed the gazes of these civilians.

That's right, paying attention to the nobles is the salute, it was really rude just now.

He triumphantly carried the sword and walked into the crowd, everyone avoided him one after another, not daring to offend him, for fear of killing himself again.

A plainly dressed girl covered her mouth and couldn't help exclaiming in a low voice: "Oh my god, who is he? He's so arrogant. If he says he can do it, he will do it. Is that person okay?"

"Don't worry about it. He is Viscount Hawthorne. The entire main city knows that he is the most arrogant. Keep your voice down so that he won't hear you."

"Is there no one to care about it? Hurting people in the public is worth it! It's too much."

Hawthorne held the sword in his hand, with blood dripping from the edge of the sword. He didn't care what the civilians thought, and shouted towards the crowd.

"Who is the person in charge here? I heard that the things you sell here are quite powerful. Let me have a look. If the publicity is false, I will smash this broken stall."

After he finished his words, Hawthorne's face turned black, and a man in black with a mask came out of the shop.

The rest of the people made way out of their own accord, and he walked forward slowly.

Hawthorne raised his eyebrows, and was about to speak to the man, but before he opened his mouth, the man passed him and walked towards the injured strong man.

"The wound is serious or not. We are sorry for the accident in front of the booth. Here, use this as our compensation."

The man took out a small band-aid and stuck it on the strong man's shoulder.

The results were almost immediate, and the deep wounds on the bones had begun to heal gradually. It could be seen with the naked eye that his condition was gradually improving, and his pale face became rosy.

The crowd suddenly became agitated, with all kinds of exclamations one after another, all of them turned their attention to the strong man.

"My God, it's really amazing. Look, it has recovered, and the flesh has begun to grow."

"Oh! This is really a miracle, I have never seen that kind of wound medicine work so well!"

"I heard that this one costs more than a dozen gold coins. Although it is not cheap, it can really save a life in a crisis."

"I didn't believe it at the beginning. I wanted to come and have a look. If it wasn't as good as it said, it would be a waste of money. From this point of view, the propaganda has no actual effect at all!"

All kinds of discussions kept coming to Hawthorne's ears, and he was completely ignored, reduced to the existence of the background board.

He clenched his fists tightly, anger rushed into his head, he suddenly turned to look at the mysterious man, and asked.

"Who the hell are you!! Come and spoil my good deeds!"

Only then did the mysterious man give him a look, and while talking with a smile, he took off his mask.

"Oh, it's true that you forget things so much, you just forgot about me?"

Hawthorne stared fixedly at his masked face, his mind went blank.

It's...it's Voorhis!

How is this possible? Didn't he buy nothing, the caravan has gone bankrupt!

He stood there blankly, knowing that the civilians didn't know about his struggle with Voorhis, but he still felt that everyone nearby was whispering and laughing at him.

Look, this is the man, he said harsh words, thinking that the other party is no longer his opponent, in fact, Vooris has long been famous in the main city of Caldera, and he is as incompetent and powerless as an idiot.

Voris looked at him mockingly, and said unhurriedly: "As a viscount, you hurt civilians in public, if you want His Majesty the king to know, what you did in the main city, disregarding the prestige of the country, disrespecting the king , God of Light, this is really too sinful."

One sentence aroused the anger of the people, and those people who were afraid of the nobles just now dared to stand up to fight against injustice.

"So what about nobles, can they be so careless about human lives!"

"That's right. If you don't ask for an explanation today, you will be injured this time. Who knows if you will kill someone in the street next time!"

"There must be an explanation!"

"Give me an explanation, give me an explanation!"

For a while, everyone raised their fists and shouted, the sound was deafening.

Hawthorne almost gritted his teeth, he became angry with embarrassment, his face flushed red, and he opened his mouth without thinking: "They are all untouchables, they really take themselves seriously, so what if they die!"

As soon as this sentence came out of his mouth, he immediately felt that something was wrong, and he was tongue-tied and wanted to explain.

The onlookers were already so angry that they committed public anger, picked up the sundries around them and threw them at Hawthorne.

Stones, rotten roots, branches, all kinds of messy things greeted Hawthorne in the face.

A sharp piece of wood flew from nowhere across his face, leaving a deep scar.

Shocked and angry, Hawthorn hurriedly protected his face and fled in a hurry. Before he left the scene, he did not forget to leave a harsh word.

"Let's wait and see, don't get too complacent!"

Voorhis shrugged as he stared at his back as he left in embarrassment.

It's true that it's not certain who shouldn't be too proud too early. As a viscount who hurt His Majesty's subjects, he certainly won't make life easier for the other party these days.He has been suppressed for the past few years, and he is so aggrieved that he has long wanted to slap him in the face.

Fortunately, Lord Demon's shop was there, allowing him to realize his wish.

He ignored Hawthorne again, and after confirming that the injured person had recovered, he said loudly, "Viscount Hawthorne violated the store's regulations and injured people without authorization. He will not cooperate with him from now on, and all future sales are prohibited from buying."

"Okay! That's it, he deserves it, he doesn't deserve to come shopping at all, bah."

"Boss, boss, don't worry about that person, we've been waiting for so long, when will it be our turn to buy one?"

"Yes, yes, those things of yours are so effective. What was the name of that thing just now? The effect is immediate!"

Voorhis smiled and said, "In order to express my apologies to everyone, there is no limit on purchases today, please buy as much as you want."

The crowd immediately became excited when they heard this, and they were not stingy with all kinds of compliments.

Now no one really cares about the so-called Viscount just now.

"Master Viscount, your injury...?"

After Hawthorne left, the guards behind him looked at the scratches on his face and hesitated to speak.

Only then did the Viscount feel the stinging pain on his face, the burning pain. He has always had delicate skin and tender flesh, and he has never been injured before. This pain is unbearable.

He immediately yelled: "Hurry up and go back to the house! Call the healing mage over here! It hurts me to death, ouch."

"Yes, yes, groom, hurry up!" the guard hurriedly urged.

For several days after he returned to the mansion, he did nothing in the Viscount's mansion, inquiring about Voris every day.

But it turns out that Voorhis caravans are indeed gaining popularity.

Since taking off their masks that day, many nobles have personally come to the door to ask for a product, and the crowds are bustling with excitement.

The more Hawthorne listened, the more angry he became. Before he could do anything, he heard noisy voices coming from outside the mansion.

He hurried out to check the situation, and was shocked at this moment.

There were many king's personal guards outside the door, and a high-ranking soldier stood in front of him, who was His Majesty's confidant.

Hawthorn put on a warm smirk, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask: "My lord, what can His Majesty tell me?"

The soldier was unmoved at all, with a serious expression: "Viscount Hawthorne, Your Majesty asked me to tell you that in the main city, hurting people in the downtown area, even the nobles cannot easily forgive, and you will reflect on yourself in the future, copying "Guangming Shen Quotations" repeated a thousand times to show punishment."

Hawthorne couldn't keep the smile on his face anymore, his expression suddenly collapsed, it was very funny.

It must be Voorhis who has complained to His Majesty the King!That bastard!

After seeing off the guards, he slumped on the chair, feeling distraught.

He can't, can't lose the trust of His Majesty the King, his caravan has just developed, and he must not be messed up by that Voris!

Suddenly he thought of something and stood up with a bang.

Didn't Voorhis go to Vista City to buy the goods, so he might as well buy some himself.

That guy sells things tightly, and even imposes purchase restrictions, and he sells a lot of them directly, so he just crushes him.

If you can, just kill the boss directly, grab all the goods in the store, and no one will be able to compete with you anymore.

Under the dim light, the corners of Hawthorne's mouth became more and more curved, making him look extraordinarily eerie and sinister.