Otherworld Management Manual

Red Leaf Hotel.

The name is like Hongye City, unremarkable.

In fact, it is true, at least from Zhang Feng's point of view, mediocrity is a compliment.

The interior of the hotel was as expected by Zhang Feng. It was damp, dark, and small. There was not even a reception hall. There was only a table and a thin human being lying on the table.

The musty smell mixed with the smell of sweat, food, livestock, and even excrement fermented together. The sour smell made Zhang Feng unable to open his eyes. He covered his nose with one hand and knocked on the door frame with the other.

"anyone there?"

Hearing the movement, the person lying on the table moved and raised his head reluctantly.

"Who is it!"

But after he saw the strange but exquisite Zhang Feng in front of him, his good professionalism made him wake up instantly, he immediately ran to this man who was probably a nobleman, nodded and bowed and said:

"Hello, sir, I am the owner of this shop, do you need any help?"

Perhaps because of staying here for a long time, the shopkeeper's smell became stronger. Zhang Feng took two steps back subconsciously, and said helplessly:

"Are there any rooms available?"

"certainly!"

The owner's eyes lit up and he answered instantly.

He did not expect a noble to visit his shop, because nobles never associate with common people, and those proud nobles would rather sleep on the streets than live under the same roof with untouchables.

If you are happy to serve this nobleman, you can make a lot of money by rewarding him with anything.

"Then show me."

Although Zhang Feng didn't have any hope, if the room was cleaner, or even if the smell was less, it would be fine if he could make ends meet. Zhang Feng was not such a wealthy person.

But obviously, Zhang Feng was disappointed.

The room is not too small, it is more than 30 square meters, more than enough to sleep a person, of course, it would be better if there is no cow.

"moo~"

Zhang Feng stared at the cow with big eyes. He couldn't figure out why there was a cow in the hotel room.

"Meh~"

A few sheep bleats brought Zhang Feng back to his senses, and he realized that not only the cow, but also three sheep behind the cow!

"Are all your rooms like this?"

Zhang Feng pinched his nose, pointed at the cow and asked a little speechlessly.

"Yes, sir, because a businessman from afar has come to Hongye City to sell livestock in the past two days, and they have not sold out yet, so they are staying in our hotel temporarily."

There was nothing wrong with the shopkeepers, because they were used to being in the same room with the livestock.

Excuse me, goodbye!

Zhang Feng bowed his hands to the shopkeeper, and when the other party was wondering what the action meant, Zhang Feng slipped away.

"Hey? Sir, we have a bigger room here, don't you really need to think about it again! Sir~"

...

Zhang Feng felt like crying.

Why did you travel to this place full of feces and urine!

I don't think I've done anything wrong,

Why did God torture me like this!

In fact, the taste is second to none, mainly because they are too dirty. Zhang Feng knows that these animals are prone to infectious diseases, especially since he is an "outsider". imagine.

After hesitating for a while, Zhang Feng planned to go to Ke Dun, a local, and give him some rewards, to see if he could help him think of a way.

After all, I have been in contact with Ke Dun for more than a day, and I think he is quite nice, a little clever, but more of a farmer's simplicity, without any bad intentions. Just "nobility", Zhang Feng doesn't know if he can reach Hongye City smoothly.

As for going to Baron Charles's castle for a part-time job, Zhang Feng hadn't thought about it.

But looking at the group of soldiers holding shining swords just now, he was a little scared. Although it seems that apart from the backward technology and poor environment, the law and order here is not bad, but what if, after all, he is a fake nobleman , it's better to be cautious.

Meanwhile, the town hall not far from the castle.

In the somewhat dim conference hall, more than a dozen people sat next to each other around a long table, but they were all silent.

"Uh, what are we... going to do?"

Finally, a strong man wearing shiny knight armor broke the silence first, the scar on his face was as tangled as his current mood. He scratched his short blond hair, and snowflakes danced for a while.

"Hey! Baker, watch out!"

A well-dressed lady next to him waved exaggeratedly, looking disgusted.

Baker opened his mouth to say something, but before he could say anything, a lady in sackcloth next to him sneered.

"Don't fan Marcie, the smell of your cheap perfume is disgusting!"

"Blanche, you!"

The woman called Marcie glared at Blanche like a rooster.

"Okay! Everyone, now is not the time to quarrel!"

Another knight sitting at the top patted the table, stopping the scolding battle that was about to erupt.

"For the problems you are about to face, tell me, what should you do?"

"What else can I do, break up!"

Marcie said indifferently.

"Now is not the time to be angry, Marcie, please be serious!"

The knight above was a little unhappy.

"Hey, Marlowe, I'm serious! Baron Charles is gone. Without him, can you run Hongye City? Hongye City's finances are already beyond their means. Even if there is still some wheat in the fields, there is no supply of Hongye at all. The lives of more than a thousand people in the city will be in the next few months. Winter is coming. Whether those untouchables will be able to see the sun next spring is a problem. If it weren’t for the generous rewards promised by Charles, the old lady in this place would have long since wanted to stay. !"

Hearing Marcie's complaint, Knight Marlowe was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice:

"We can jointly ask the king for help in the name of Hongye City Hall..."

"Come on! In a remote and barren place like Hongye City, there is nothing to fish for. Anyone who comes is thankless, and only fools come here. Besides, it is still a problem whether he can see the king, and even the king himself has forgotten him. There is still such a remote place in the kingdom of God!"

Marcie responded unceremoniously.

Marlowe fell silent again. He knew what Marcie said was the truth, but if he just gave up, thousands of civilians in Hongye City might not be able to survive this winter. He could not bear to abide by the spirit of chivalry.

"Now there is only one unsolvable solution, and that is to sell the title and territory of Baron Charles to the great nobles. With the protection of the great nobles, Hongye City may survive. Of course, we can also make a fortune by the way!"

As soon as Marcie said this, most people's eyes lit up, they didn't care what happened to Hongye City, what they cared about was making a fortune!

However, there are also a few discerning people who know that this is impossible, because the Baroness will not agree, without her nodding, the transaction of the title cannot be successful, and besides, the nobles do not look down on this barren place.

Marlowe sighed. They were originally put together by Baron Charles. When Baron Charles was around, he could control the crowd with his prestige and interests. fall apart.

"Hey, you said that Baron Charles is also, well, he insisted on hunting brown bears, but he didn't catch the bear, but he took his own life to accompany it, why bother! It's good for him to die, and leave the mess to us !"

"Isn't it because of his wife who just passed the door, wanting to smile at Bomei? Ha! This is really hurting others and myself!"

"Let me tell you, all of this is his wife's problem. She is a bastard. If she doesn't marry this one, nothing will happen now!"

Someone was talking in a low voice, but the conference room was such a big place that everyone could hear it.

"Enough, let's come here first today, the meeting is over."

Marlowe interrupted everyone's discussion a little irritably, his face was not very good-looking.

These people are all scumbags with little ability, and they can't be counted on. Maybe they should discuss it with the baroness. If it doesn't work, they can only plan for the worst.