19. Abel

Hela held up a newly released novel called "The Wise Man Who Slays Dragons" and said:

"Hewitt, Hewitt, look at how the wise man in this book uses his cunning to solve the evil villain. Can anyone in the world really do that?"

"That's just a novel. If there really were such a person, there would usually be a lot of power behind them that you don't know about. Perhaps it's a strong ability, or a huge influence, or even a mysterious force. For example, a seemingly omnipotent wise man who never fails because he can actually foresee the future, naturally avoiding any possibility of failure.

"Only a king has the right to conspire against another king. Ordinary people can't threaten a king's rule with simple schemes."

"If he achieves it purely by cunning, it's often an interesting coincidence that can't last forever. As soon as he fails once, his soul will return to the Underworld."

Hela's small eyes were filled with big questions:

"So human wisdom does have its limits?"

"No, it's just that conspiracy is too high-level. Indeed, some people have enough intelligence to become master schemers, but if they focus on magic with that intelligence, they could be roaming in the stars in no time. Power is a deadly poison, and few can remain calm in the face of it."

Hela let out a disappointed "oh" and put the novel back in her backpack.

Hewitt raised an eyebrow in curiosity:

"By the way, where did you get all these books?"

"I picked them up from the bookshelves in the study."

'How many strange novels are there in my study?' Hewitt couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Arriving in the city, they couldn't simply find an empty plot of land and grow a house on it. They needed to buy one.

Luckily, he heard of a cheap and suitable place for sale.

Inside the high walls.

"Hello, you must be interested in this house."

Realty agent Lisa smiled. Although she felt that Hewitt didn't look like a wealthy person, she had learned through her years of work experience that there were indeed some wealthy people who didn't care about their image.

And she had witnessed the consequences of rude colleagues. The entire real estate business in Furse was under the control of the Neil Gang.

The demon hunter nodded:

"The previous owner of this villa must be in a hurry to get rid of it."

Lisa maintained an unchanging smile on her face:

"That's right. But even so, this villa is still valuable. Although located on the edge of the city, it comes with a 1200 square meter courtyard, an 800 square meter artificial lake, and 528 square meters of living space. Including the basement, it has a total of 6 floors. If it weren't for that incident…"

"How much?"

"30,000 pounds." Lisa tentatively threw out a number.

"20,000." Hewitt knew very well that the house couldn't sell for 30,000 pounds.

"Well, I can contact the owner on your behalf. There's still room for negotiation…"

"24,000 pounds." Hewitt gave another offer. Honestly, he could have pushed the price lower, but with a magical bag that could constantly gush out gold coins, why would he bother?

Lisa's smile was on the verge of breaking. Although the initial valuation of the house was 22,000 pounds, it was difficult to sell now due to the owner's urgency. Plus, by selling it for 24,000, she could earn a handsome commission.

Based on the commission rate and the actual amount received, she could earn around 156 pounds!

Now her sister's school fees for the next two years would be covered.

Lisa looked at Hewitt with eyes that could almost see gold:

"How would you like to pay?"

Hewitt took out three checks worth 10,000 pounds each:

"Checks. I don't have change."

Lisa took the checks: "Alright! I'll go prepare the contract right away."

Then she took the three checks and headed towards the manager's office. Of course, these checks also needed to be verified by a specialist.

Hela looked at the large surrounding wall and gate in the black-and-white photo and excitedly asked:

"Is this going to be our home?"

Suddenly, Lisa returned with the checks, her face full of apologies, followed by a burly man and a plump middle-aged man with shrewd eyes.

Lisa came in front of Hewitt and bent down abruptly, saying:

"I'm terribly sorry, but I can't sell you this house. It has already been reserved by another guest. This is my mistake, and I'm really very sorry."

The fat man also added:

"This house was reserved by Mr. Abel yesterday. The cause of this mistake is insufficient internal communication amongst our staff, and I will punish Lisa and the others accordingly. If you have any other houses you're interested in, let me know, and I can help you arrange a good price as soon as possible."

With the situation as it was, Hewitt knew that the other party was simply using their status to grab a house that should have been his, but he didn't want to attract unwanted attention either.

Hewitt was about to agree when Abel spoke up first.

Abel spoke with a nonchalant tone:

"I apologize for the inconvenience. I've taken this house. If you or your daughter have any complaints, I can compensate you."

"She's my niece, not my daughter."

Abel frowned slightly:

"That's none of my business. If she's your plaything in bed, I wouldn't care either."

Hewitt narrowed his eyes:

"Mr. Abel, don't you think it's inappropriate to say such things in front of a child?"

Abel snorted impatiently:

"If I offended you, I'll apologize. Is that enough?"

Hewitt replied:

"If possible, please apologize to my niece personally, and your attitude needs to be more sincere."

"I've already given you enough face." Abel crossed his arms, his tone becoming more and more unpleasant.

The fat man immediately came to Hewitt's side and whispered:

"Sir, you might not be aware, but Mr. Abel is the disciple of Pure White Knight George…"

The fat man didn't continue, but the meaning was already quite clear. After all, if the two had a conflict, he'd be the one in trouble. A young man who could casually spend tens of thousands of pounds, even if his social status was lower than Abel's, he didn't want any trouble on his hands if something happened to him as a real estate agent manager.

Hewitt never expected such a person to be George's disciple, given how different their personalities were.

However, he wasn't planning on attracting unnecessary attention, yet he also didn't want to be as low-key as before.

The White Lion Club's main members were made up of aristocrats and wealthy businessmen, so to infiltrate the White Lion Club, he at least had to appear to be a wealthy person.

A very wealthy, very wealthy person.

Hewitt looked at the fat man sincerely:

"I made a reservation three days ago. I don't know why he can take my house away.

"Did he pay more money? Then I'll add more money too. I don't know how many houses you have here that have been paid for but not yet signed into contracts. I'm willing to buy them all at double the price. How much do you need? A million pounds? A billion pounds? Ten billion pounds? A hundred billion pounds?"

He indeed had a magical bag that could constantly spew out gold coins, and that wasn't a metaphor.

Abel also calmed down a bit, realizing that someone who could say such things was either a fool trying to act strong or a wealthy madman. His father was one such person.

He decided it wasn't worth it to…

Abel intended to make peace:

"Forget it, I was in the wrong in this matter. I'll let you have the house…"

Hewitt interjected:

"Apologize first."