Seeing Glen's confident demeanor, Dogley decided to trust him. He patted Glen on the shoulder and said,"All right. But if you need any help, don't hesitate to come to me. I'll stand by your side."

"I won't hold back," Glen nodded.

"Well, I should head back now. There's still a lot of work to do at the police station." With that, Dogley hurried away.

Glen was left alone.

Standing there, he pondered for a moment over the information he had just received, and then he too made to leave.

"Mr. Glen."

Just then, a somewhat familiar voice called out to him.

He turned his head and saw a young man dressed in ordinary work clothes.

Old Cat?

This was one of the customers Glen had become quite familiar with during his business dealings. His name was Desrodman.

His nickname,"Old Cat," was better known than his actual name. Almost everyone who knew him called him by this nickname, and Glen followed suit.

"Old Cat, aren't you working today?" Glen teased.

"For workers like us, it's a day-to-day thing. You know that," Old Cat said as he approached Glen, slightly out of breath."You haven't sold any meat for a long time. I've been longing for the pigs you raise. Their meat is not only delicious but also affordable. Now, that Im has raised the price of meat again, and I can't even afford to buy some."

So that's what this was about... Glen nodded in understanding and said,"It's not that I don't want to sell. The black pigs I raise at home can't withstand such frequent slaughtering. I estimate it'll take a few years to raise enough."

"What?!" Old Cat's face immediately fell."Mr. Glen, couldn't you slaughter just one more? I'm really craving it!"

Seeing the eager look in his customer's eyes, Glen felt torn.

This meant that money was within reach, yet he couldn't take it. How could he not be frustrated?

"All right, I'll start selling meat again tomorrow, but it might not be black pork."

In the end, Glen decided to agree. He planned to hunt other animals and sell their meat.

It would be a bit more troublesome, but it was all for the sake of money.

Old Cat was overjoyed, and his exaggerated expression of surprise was unashamed. He almost planted a smelly kiss on Glen.

Fortunately, Glen pushed him away in time, or he would have been thoroughly disgusted.

"Hey, what are you about to do now? Do you need my help?" Old Cat asked, as if suddenly remembering something.

"I'm planning to look for a suitable storefront to buy," Glen replied without hesitation.

"Well, you're in luck to have run into me!" Old Cat exclaimed, clapping his hands."I often look for work in the town, so I know all about which storefronts in prime locations are for rent or sale. Let me show you around, my friend."

Glen hadn't expected such good fortune. It would save him a lot of time.

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"Then I'll trouble you. I'll treat you to a drink later!"

"That would be great."

After that, Old Cat took Glen to visit one by one all the storefronts in Dude Town that were either for rent or for sale.

The prices varied widely, and they spent quite a bit of time bargaining with each shop owner.

Both Glen and Old Cat were excellent at bargaining. After a round of debate, they could always get a price that satisfied themselves while leaving the other party feeling aggrieved.

However, after looking at all the storefronts, Glen showed no sign of making a purchase.

"Glen, are you satisfied with any of them?"

Walking on the street, both of them were munching on a piece of rye bread. Old Cat asked, puzzled.

Glen shook his head."I'm just thinking it over."

Old Cat naturally assumed that he was considering which storefront to choose, so he didn't ask further.

In fact, Glen was wondering whether he should buy at all.

There were many storefronts for sale in the town, perhaps too many.

There were even three taverns alone.

This meant that if he opened a store here, the business probably wouldn't be very good.

Admittedly, he had confidence in himself, yet he estimated that here, he would only be able to barely make a profit.

Glen aimed to amass a fortune, and this level of income simply could not satisfy his aspirations.

"Let's go to Mitchell's store," Glen said, as if he had just made a decision.

"I knew his store was the best," Old Cat said, fully endorsing Glen's decision.

The reason Glen still decided to purchase a storefront was that even if he didn't open a tavern, he could use it as a butcher shop or a carpentry workshop. That way, he wouldn't have to set up a stall outside every time.

As for his plan to open a tavern, he hadn't given it up; he just intended to find another location.

For instance, the main city.

Wasn't there a door in the basement of his house that led to the main city of Kaeladria?

Soon, Glen purchased a two-story tavern for two gold coins and thirty silver coins.

"Glen, are you going to open a tavern here in the future?"

After Glen obtained the property deed, Old Cat asked out of curiosity.

"You've got it wrong. I'm going to use it as a butcher shop," Glen replied.

As they were chatting, a convoy composed of mercenaries came into view not far ahead.

It also attracted many passersby who were watching from a distance.

Glen looked at it curiously. With his exceptional eyesight, he could see all the details clearly.

Most of these mercenaries had damaged armor and a dispirited demeanor. Some of the exposed skin had bandaged wounds.

Even so, their formation still exuded sufficient combat effectiveness and imposing presence.

Glen could sense the murderous intent emanating from them from afar.

In addition to the fully armed warrior mercenaries, there were also three mages wearing pointed soft hats and long robes in the convoy.

This further indicated the extraordinariness of this group.

Even such an extraordinary team was escorting a cage, a cage containing a young girl.

The girl was slender, dressed in green clothing with a forest theme. She buried her head deeply in her knees, with only a pair of pointed ears peeking out.

"An elf?" Glen furrowed his brows.

There was no doubt that this was an elf, a common race in the Western fantasy world.

And this scene was similar to the plot in many stories where elf slaves were being escorted.

As the convoy slowly approached, Glen and Old Cat simultaneously pressed themselves against the wall to make way.

A strong smell of blood wafted into their nostrils.

The mercenaries didn't even glance at the two of them and continued to march forward with powerful strides.

One of the mercenaries was walking on the outer edge of the convoy and was the closest to them as he passed by.

They had originally thought that the mercenary would still ignore them, but the next moment, a long whip lashed out at Glen with a sharp whistling sound.

The whip strike was nothing more than a minor annoyance to Glen.

He calmly looked at the mercenary who had whipped him.

Glen could have easily dodged this whip strike, but he didn't, because this way, he would have a justifiable reason to take action later.

The mercenary who had attacked without provocation was greatly disappointed and somewhat irritated when he saw Glen's reaction.

"Young lad, you're quite good at pretending! Let's see how tough your skin is!"

As he spoke, he was about to lash out with the whip again.

Glen was ready to beat him half to death and then strip him of his clothes and make him run around the town naked!

But a voice stopped the mercenary: "Fang, don't cause trouble!"

At the same time, Old Cat, who was quick to react, grabbed Glen.

Old Cat was good at reading people's expressions and keenly sensed that Glen was about to take action, so he intervened.

In his view, Glen was just a commoner, and if he started a fight, only Glen would suffer.

Although there was a police station in the town and these mercenaries wouldn't dare to kill anyone, if they beat Glen half to death, the police officers could at most obtain a small amount of compensation for him.

It simply wasn't worth it.