Fiz Gribo likes to be called "boss" by others, which can make him appear to be rich and powerful, even though his business has always been a small hotel.

Whether it's in Zudasa.

Still in Zutiu.

It's all the same.

Compared to opening an inn in Zudasa, a place full of trolls a year and a half ago.

In Zutiu, a place where goblins can be seen everywhere, it makes him feel a little more secure.

But if an old friend who knew Fiz Gribble when he was in Zudasa saw his current property.

will definitely laugh at him: "Gribo, why are your business methods getting worse and worse?" Look, your inn isn't small! It's still open in such a remote place!! It's better to go bankrupt!! ”

That's right, compared to his inn in Zudasa.

The property in Zutiu is indeed dilapidated and small, and the location is too bustling, far from the crowded area.

Only some adventurers who can't find a room in the big inns, or who get lost, occasionally come here to stay.

Sometimes, when Zutiu is more lively, when the hotels in the city are almost full, there are also adventurers who are desperate to come to this remote hotel.

Like in recent times.

Due to the latest order issued by the God King of the New Zur Empire, the Adventurer's Guild has issued a lot of exploration quests.

These quests are low in difficulty and rewarding. Not only are there cash rewards, but there are also reputation points and enchanted equipment rewards that adventurers want the most.

The adventurers who got the news flocked like ants, and the entire Tanaris and Angolo craters were full of adventurers.

They went crazy looking for huge door-shaped structures and greenskinned creatures—greenskins that weren't goblins.

As long as you can find one of these two things and lead the emperor ** team to the scene, you can get super high rewards.

Even if you don't find it, patrolling around the places will have some meager income.

In the past year, Zutiu and Zutona, who have gradually become the mecca of adventurous and prodigal professionals throughout Azeroth, have appeared with such simple and rewarding tasks.

It also attracted most of the adventurers of Azeroth.

Plus the Empire's policy of non-discrimination.

and a strong guard and police force that is a great deterrent to adventurers.

The New Zur Empire is not famous elsewhere, but in the hearts of adventurers, it is greatly famous.

This is currently the only place in Azeroth that does not discriminate against adventurers.

Lucrative and simple patrol missions, tolerant political attitudes and policies towards adventurers, have led to a full flow of people in Zutiu for nearly a month.

The original inn had long been full of customers, and Fitz Grebo, whose location was not important, and the small and dilapidated inn also got a piece of the pie.

It was noon.

Business in the store is very good.

"Zutiu has been so hot these days, I heard that yesterday there was a vulture who just wanted to rest on the ground, and guess so? It's cooked! Hahahaha......"

Fiz Gribo looked at the troll man telling boring jokes in disgust, and a minotaur next to him told the goblin that the big man had similar ideas to himself.

This troll knew at a glance that it was a frost troll from the north, and his skin color could not deceive people.

As for the minotaurs, they are not like the tame Shuharu of Kalimdor, whose hair is thick and long, and the weather must be very hot.

It should also be the yak people of the north.

This two-person team is a bit peculiar, a frost troll and a yak man, and I don't know how they got together to form the team.

Maybe it's a hairless frost troll who sleeps at night without a quilt and needs the stinky hair of the yak people to cover it.

Fitz Gribo speculated maliciously.

"Hello boss, please give me a glass of juice, thank you." With a fluent human lingua franca, a hoarse and deep voice, and a polite attitude, the "boss" barely needed to look at it to know that it was a stubborn and pious human priest with a head made as if it were made of holy light.

Don't ask why Fitz Gribo understands the lingua franca of the human race, who is called Zutiu, who stipulates that in order to make money in Zutiu's service industry, you must know at least three languages.

Troll language is a must.

Others are free, but at least three.

In order to make money, Fiz Gribo has been making up for foreign languages for a long time.

He now speaks five languages outside of Goblin Languages, Human Lingua Franca, Dwarven Language, Salas, Nodashir, and Troll, making him a true expert in Azeroth's foreign languages.

Seeing this Holy Light Reverend, Fiz Grebo immediately knew that this was an adventurous rookie from the Eastern Continent, or a Holy Light delusional who dreamed of preaching here.

Such customers.

It is a high-quality source of customers.

"Today's temperature exceeds the standard, the price of juice is twice as high, and, according to the rules, the weapon is placed at the door."

The boss pointed slowly to the door, where a huge battle axe and a strange-looking cane were lying quietly, apparently belonging to the other two guests of the inn.

"I'm sorry, I can't leave my staff."

"It's the rule, if you don't want to find fault." The boss said as he pointed to the goblin guards walking around, apparently accustomed to the situation. "Of course, I don't mind if you take your luggage after being killed by them."

The human priest thought for a moment, and finally silently placed the staff at the door, and chose a position by the door, as if he was very worried about his staff.

But in this way, he was constantly exposed to the direct sunlight that poured into the door, and the white priest's robe was shining, and it was hot no matter how you looked at it......

The frost troll looked at the stubborn look of the human priest, suddenly thought of something, and turned to the yak man to say something.

As he spoke, he danced and painted, and then let out a wild laugh.

The yak man tugged at him and frowned at him.

The Priest of Light, who was sweating from the sun, looked at the frost troll in confusion, but didn't understand it for a moment.

"He said your clothes resembled a white tortoise shell." Fiz Griebo came coldly with a translation that was filled with oil and vinegar.

The human priest looked embarrassed, but it seemed that he was in good shape, and after drinking some juice, he began to sit quietly and pray.

"Bang dang!" The door was pushed open again.

"Great, finally a guest I don't have to look up." Fitzger Rebo shouted at the new guests.

"Thunder Ale, boss!" The voices of the new guests were as loud as thunder.

"We don't have this thing, Stone Head...... Oh, maybe, but you'll have to pay four times the price, and you know how much trouble it is to get it here? Oh yes, weapons at the door! ”

The Dwarven Warrior Boss reluctantly placed the axe in the doorway, but looked with interest at the giant battle axe that had been lying there.

"It's really good." The dwarf couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

Looking at the shape and size of the weapon, it seems that it belongs to the largest guest in the inn, the yak man.

The yak-man did not understand the meaning of this dwarven phrase, and looked at the dwarf suspiciously.

"Thunder ale, shorty, six times the price, remember!" The boss slammed the wine on the dwarf's table, turned to the yak man and said in a troll voice that only the other could hear, "He said your axe was ugly."

The black-haired yak man's already dark face instantly became even darker

"Isn't it fourfold?" Stonehead scratched his head in confusion.

"If you don't want to drink it, forget it!" With that, the boss made a gesture to take the glass back.

"Good, good, it's six times ............" The dwarf hurriedly protected the cup.

The boss gave up, turned and walked away.

"I don't know who likes to drink this kind of wine that smells like ooze monsters!!" The frost troll, who couldn't understand the dwarven language, opened his mouth again, perhaps he was crying out for his friend.

"He said the wine was like the bodily fluids of a shell." The boss "translated" at the right time

The object of the translation is the dwarves.

"What are you talking about?! Friend, I need your apology!! The dwarf angrily stood up and retorted.

"He said your teeth are ugly," the boss grinned at the frost troll.

The frost troll was visibly angry, and he stood up, his back, which had been bent all along, suddenly straightened up, and suddenly became very tall.

The frosttroll's hand had touched the staff, and the yakman leaned down to the door vigilantly.

"Don't fight, go out and fight!" Fitz Gribo suddenly shouted again.

But it seems that a few impulsive alien adventurers completely ignore him.

The dwarf picked up the axe and slashed at the troll, who didn't look ready for it, and saw that the axe was about to reach his leg.

"Ding!" With the sound of metal clashing, the yak man had picked up the giant axe and used it to block the dwarf's next slash.

The human priest seemed to be unable to take it anymore and picked up his staff to help.

Instead of praying to the Light, he was carrying a staff with a metal rod on his head and slamming it towards the yak man.

The yak man was very surprised, but the glowing metal staff head must have hurt if it was smashed.

He hurriedly dodged.

It's okay if it doesn't flash, but in a flash, the frost troll suffers.

The stout dwarf rolled on the ground, his axe looking at the frosttroll.

The frost troll appears to be a spellcaster, preparing some kind of spell, unexpectedly the intervention of the human priest will lure away his companions who protect him.

The dwarf suddenly rushed over again, and one couldn't dodge, and his left arm was chopped off, and suddenly the frost troll broke out in a cold sweat, obviously hurting a lot.

"Stop, gentlemen." The boss's voice rang out again. "See around you!"

Only then did the alien adventurers discover that they were surrounded by a group of goblin guards.

"You should know what happens if you do it in a free city, travelers." The boss continued to yell at them.

"But you're lucky." Fiz Gribo's tone softened suddenly. "You have met me, great Faye Zgrebo, and you may be spared death, but you must pay a security fine of fifty gold coins each!

…………

Evening.

Sunset.

As a result of the bloodshed.

Plus it's really remote.

The inn has closed and there are no guests staying today.

Fitz Grebeau counted the gold coins at the inn, and in addition to the commissions given to the guards, he had earned another hundred and twenty gold coins to-day.

These days, impulsive travelers never die.

He had to let them live as long as possible so he could make more money.

As for the guys who ridiculed him for getting smaller and smaller, how did they know that if he did business seriously, how could he get money so quickly.

Then.

A new guest walked in at the door of the hotel.

Their arrival blocked the sunset, and Fiz Gribo didn't raise his head, "Welcome, traveler, according to the rules, put your weapons at the door......"

"Boss, I want to charter your shop."

"Tonight, all night."

A tall, skinny troll.

Said standing in front of Fiz Gribo, who was counting the money.