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The guy was very excited; it was simply unbelievable to meet such a wealthy man, who was also a hunter.

Bai Miao wrote down his name.

"White Moriarty, currently homeless."

"You don't have a place to stay. Are you a newcomer from out of town?... Oh, I'm sorry, I was being nosy."

The man was surprised, but still maintained his good manners: "Welcome to Arle, Mr. Moriarty."

Their attitude towards Bai Miao when he first entered the store was completely different.

The power of money remains effective even in dungeons.

Bai Miao was very glad that he had the sudden inspiration on the moon to use the Bloodstone to absorb the flesh and blood of the Wulai civilization, which gave him a large amount of initial funds.

Otherwise, he would only have a pitiful twenty-odd bloodstones, which could at most be exchanged for forty echoes.

Is it reasonable to not even be able to afford a decent set of clothes?

"By the way, Mr. Moriarty, if you don't have a satisfactory place to stay for the time being, I can recommend a place to you. With your financial resources, staying there will definitely not be a problem."

Bai Miao was also very interested: "Tell me about it."

“Vic Street, where people live are either doctors or artists, which seems to suit your identity.”

How did you find out about this place?

"Here's the thing, the fabrics in our shop come from a famous tailor on Vic Street. She also designs her own clothes, but they're all priced above 1000 echoes. However, buying her fabrics is much cheaper. As for the property on Vic Street, if you want to buy it outright, it will cost around 100,000 echoes. Renting it will cost about 500 echoes per month."

The wealth gap in this city of Yar seems ridiculously large.

The most expensive outfit I own isn't even enough to cover a month's rent on Vic Street?!

Bai Miao didn't feel any aversion to living in this kind of neighborhood. On the contrary, it made him miss the days when he chatted with the kind neighbors on Abyss Street.

I wonder how Ms. Delis is doing now. How many of her clothes have been sold since I left?

"Hmm... I'm very interested in what you're saying, I'll go take a look."

"Okay, please take care!"

The waiter packed up the remaining outfit and handed it to Bai Miao.

After putting the clothes away, Bai Miao seemed to remember something and said, "Oh, right, I don't have any change on me. Is it convenient for you to exchange some here?"

The shop assistant smiled wryly and said, "Sir, I'm very sorry... we can't exchange such a large amount of feedback here. If you want some change, I can give you some personally. Don't mind, just consider it me making friends with you on behalf of my boss."

Bai Miao felt a little embarrassed.

I'm buying your clothes for free, and you're going to charge me for the travel expenses to go house hunting?

In the end, Bai Miao accepted it.

Thirty echoes!

Bai Miao hailed a carriage at random, told the driver his destination, and then the driver urged the horses forward.

However, the carriage Bai Miao was riding in was not enclosed on all sides, which made it easier for him to observe the surrounding environment.

As expected, after changing his outfit, passersby looked at him with even more respect.

Because in the city of Yar, those who can afford such noble clothing must also have a noble profession.

He might even be a doctor.

Even if the only person on the bus was a doctor, they still maintained respect.

Watching the driver leisurely driving with his pipe in his mouth, Bai Miao asked, "Have you ever heard of the hunter Faful?"

The coachman travels everywhere and comes into contact with the most people, so he might know something.

Bai Miao even wanted to ask him if he knew about Abyss Street.

"Mr. Favre, are you also interested in him?"

"Oh? You knew?"

"Yes, Favre is a very famous hunter. It is said that he is preparing for an extremely high-end hunt, but we don't know who the prey is."

"Have you seen him?"

"No, Favre always appeared at night and disappeared before the bells rang. So although we have all heard of his deeds, no one has ever seen him in person, or those who have seen him are all dead."

The coachman took a few puffs of his pipe with a satisfied smile: "So over time, Mr. Favre became a ghost in Arles. Everyone has heard of him, but no one has ever seen him. Some people even suspect that this is a lie that was deliberately made up."

"I see... Have you heard of Abyss Street?"

Bai Miao was still trying to find the connection between Abyss Street and Yar City.

Abyss Street is located within the city of Yar, but if even the coachman hasn't heard of this place, then its location is quite intriguing.

"Abyss Street?"

The coachman looked bewildered and shook his head with some regret: "Based on my ten years of experience as a coachman in Yar, I am quite certain that there is no such place in Yar."

"Oh……"

Half an hour later, the carriage arrived near Vic Street.

"Sir, no private carriages are allowed to enter beyond this point. You will probably have to walk a few steps."

"Okay, let's stop here."

Bai Miao got out of the carriage and casually flicked a coin into the driver's pocket with his thumb.

The driver thanked him repeatedly.

The carriages were usually traded using Bloodstone Shards, and Bai Miao would give an Echo, which was a considerable tip.

Bai Miao leaned on his cane with one hand. The guards on the side of the street glanced at Bai Miao's attire, nodded to him, and did not stop him.

"Good morning, gentlemen. I would like to ask where the landlord on Vic Street is? I would like to discuss a rental matter with him."

"plz follow me."

The guard respectfully made a phone call, and only after receiving approval from the person on the other end did he gesture for Bai Miao to proceed.

Led by the guards, Bai Miao arrived at the door of No. 1 Vic Street.

Although Vic Street is called a street, its size far exceeds that of a typical neighborhood.

Each house here is a detached two-story villa with its own small garden.

Bai Miao was quite surprised by the owner of Vic Street.

I originally thought he would be a dashing old man or an old lady dressed in gold and silver.

The result was a young white-haired girl sitting in a wheelchair.

She looks to be no more than twenty years old.

"Please come in, sir."

The servants opened the door, while the owner of Vic Street sat by the window, looking at the various plants he kept there.

Upon seeing Bai Miao, the white-haired girl nodded slightly: "The only remaining address is No. 13 Vic Street. The rent is 800 echoes per month, with an additional service fee of 100 echoes per month. You need to pay three months' rent and service fee at once, as well as a deposit of one month's rent."

"If I die unexpectedly during the rental period, I have the right to take back the rental property and sublet it to someone else."

All they talk about is money.

Bai Miao didn't waste any words. The environment here was very nice, and the neighbors he came into contact with were also extraordinary, making it extremely convenient to carry out intelligence work.

"How about I exchange it for bloodstones?"

"You're a hunter?"

The white-haired girl's gaze towards Bai Miao changed: "For bloodstones, I need high-quality bloodstones with a diameter of over 1 meter, so that I can exchange them for the corresponding number of echoes."

"What? You think I would refuse your rental because you're a hunter? To me, there's no difference between a hunter and a doctor."

"If you want to rent, pay upfront. We do not accept loans or credit."

Chapter 170 The Abyss That Fleetingly Appears

Seeing the still puzzled look on Bai Miao's face, the white-haired girl said impatiently, "What's wrong? Do you have any other questions? If you don't want to rent, please don't waste my time."

"No, isn't it the most basic thing for tenants to visit the house before renting it and see if they are satisfied? I haven't even seen what the place looks like yet, and you're already urging me to rent it. Is there some kind of shady secret about that place?"

The white-haired girl was stunned for a moment, seemingly never having encountered such a problem with a tenant before.

Vic Street is of the highest quality; once you move in, there won't be any problems. The only issue is whether the rent and service fees are paid properly.

But this is precisely a reasonable request, so even if the person in front of her is looking for trouble, she has no choice but to accept it.

"I have difficulty moving around, so just have the guards take you there."

It was clear that even though Bai Miao was dressed very formally and richly, she had no intention of continuing the conversation.

Bai Miao wondered if the landlord would still be able to remain calm once he pulled out the twenty-meter-long bloodstone.

13 Ver Street isn't in the best location; it's on the northwest side of the block, and including the garden, it's about 400 square meters in size, with two floors in total.

A bright yellow wall lamp hangs at the entrance.

The guard respectfully opened the door to 13 Vic Street for Bai Miao, who stood outside and looked around.

The room is fully furnished with all the necessary furniture and decorations.

The paintings and other items hanging on the wall are probably quite valuable as well.

Just as Bai Miao was about to go inside for a closer look, he suddenly felt the temperature around him drop sharply, and thick black mist gathered at his feet.

The scene before my eyes switched back and forth like a television screen with a poor signal, hysterical shouts came to my ears, and my nostrils were filled with that familiar yet unpleasant smell.

The smell of Abyss Street.

Bai Miao looked around in surprise, only to see thick, dark fog and bright wall lamps shining through it.

But soon, the black fog receded like a tide, and the sunlight remained bright, warming my skin.

“Mr. Moriarty, if you have a passion for collecting wine, you would love to see the cellar in the basement. Shall we go in and take a closer look?”

Seeing that Bai Miao had been standing at the door for a long time, the guard couldn't help but call out to remind him.