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The image reflected in the mirror is like a vain clown, afraid to peep into his eyes.

"Marquis, won't you continue to choose?"

"It is always the one who passes by the most inducing jealousy."

The store manager, who was rejected for recommendation, is still telling about his craft.

"I've heard that you've been monopolizing the logistics of the celebration, so let's talk about something light-hearted and humorous."

"Well, is the Marquis coveting my business?"

The state of relaxation suddenly tightened, and the store manager tilted the corners of his eyes, like a trembling soul waiting for judgment.

"No, the small flow of money will be deleted by the picky, I just casually ask, your so-called art, is far away from me."

"Yes, it was my recklessness to ignore the Marquis and sing praises. But I'm ready to sing it for you now! ”

"Oh? Flattery? ”

"The interest that was disturbed, because of the inclusion of large soils, the number of participants in this year's celebration is ridiculous."

The store manager introduced the general situation, national integration is pulling the linkage of the economy, and the superficial smile is estimated to be a huge benefit.

"Is there anything else special about that?"

"Eh, don't say it, there are a lot of strange things happening this time! Even the church ordered a batch of dresses. ”

The church, clothed in a swollen haze, is almost all the evaluation of the outside world, and the color may never flicker.

"It's really weird, are they going to be in the rehearsal tomorrow night? Or is it a bad intention? ”

"Ah, am I the helper of the root of evil?"

When the store manager noticed something, it was actually more like he was scaring himself.

"Maybe yes, so you're looking for a way to survive!"

"I'm honestly afraid, I don't know what the Marquis has to suggest?"

"That's your salvation, but you need some witnesses!"

The store manager was slightly stunned, and the precipitation of many years was still not wasted.

"Oh, then invite the Marquis as a judge, they come to pick up the goods tonight, and they will be wronged by the Marquis!"

"Interesting plot, Coats, you cooperate with the store manager as his temporary assistant!"

"Yes, I'm here to help!"

"Don't dare to make a mistake in the next place, please bear with any loopholes!"

In the silence of time, the door was finally pushed open.

A gloomy person, just carrying an aura, is enough to intimidate, and wearing a long hat to cover is even more so.

"Store manager, where are the goods we ordered?"

"Oh, the climate is humid, just store it in the warehouse first, hey, you go and get it, no, I'll go get it myself!"

The store manager's acting skills have almost no flaws, and he smoothly leaves the vast space to the monitor.

"Hey, boy, who are you?"

"Clerk, Coats, is there anything you can do?"

The crisp answer did not dispel the suspicion on the priest's face.

"It's nothing, your boss Goyev is a nice guy!"

"No, Goyev is a stranger, probably you are busy and you are messing up the order, my store manager, only Masimmi!"

Ignorant topics are wrapped in temptation, but for Coats, observation is the basic training.

"Oh, it's my negligence, is there a dye factory around here?"

"Well, in the western suburbs, only nobles are allowed to enter, at least I sneaked in and was directly carried out!"

Coats was referring to a dye factory controlled by Prince Vera.

"However, do you still need to soak the dyed clothes a second time?"

"Of course, that's because the show is ......"

"Ahem, let's be a little more restrained, if that adult knows, our situation will be very embarrassing!"

The other interrupted the narrator's thoughts, but did not realize that he had divulged more information.

"Is it the archbishop? I've always admired status! ”

Coats pretended to be a child's naivety and longed for the class of the church.

"Yes, seeing that you are so sincere, put your ears together, and I'll tell you a secret!"

Coats cautiously stood on tiptoe, approaching the so-called soul-shattering grievance.

"What? Will the church be legalized? ”

Coats shouted, even if it was to share information in surprise.

"Shhhh I knew that a child like you was very frizzy, and this secret can only be buried in my heart, do you know? ”

"Well, though, how is that possible? You're lying to me, aren't you? Although it has not been suppressed in its own country, it has never been promoted! ”

"Hmph, this is your short-sightedness, we are people with inside information, and as elders, how can we be so obscene? I can swear to God. ”

The vulgar system, which is this, holds the determination to force God's sympathy, or else it is to tear each other apart.

"But I still can't convince me, you know, even eyes can deceive themselves."

"You kid, you can't be saved by a short eye, do you know what tribe we are?"

"Hey, you're not trying to sell information to outsiders, are you?"

"How is it possible, I am just educating naïve teenagers, and by the way, preaching ideals!"

After the internal contradictions were compromised, the man planned to give a speech and cleared his throat, as if there was a long story.

"We belong to the Stamo Sect, and we are immediately the only faith officially recognized by the Kingdom of Cologne, remember?"

"Starmo, Starmo, what a crude name, but it's still easy to remember, but it seems to be the only thing."

"It's okay, soon you'll be able to experience a swim in the world of joy, perhaps, in the near future!"

The ostentation of the cultists, even if the content is omitted, the suppression of the tone is enough to cause some suffocation.

"Could it be that the viewing session about tomorrow is blocked here?"

"Watching the ceremony? Is there such a project? ”

"I haven't heard of it, maybe it's the essence of the above activities, yes, kid, you have a lot of potential!"

"Hey, lure my apprentice into the free world, I refuse, guys, what you need!"

The store manager, who is pushing the cart slowly, is complaining about all kinds of, of course, there are too many acting ingredients.

"That's your misunderstanding, we're just spreading the message of joy, Manager Masimmi!"

The priest's words made the store manager laugh shamelessly, and then waved his hand to indulge this directionless presumptuousness.

"Got it, according to the previous agreement, there is still the balance that has not been paid, sixty-five thousand, thank you!"

When thank-you-re-ew is mixed with blackmail, there's always a meaning that can't be denied, and that's business.

The priest lifted the box, opened it and covered it with banknotes.

"Looks like you don't understand my style, I just need silver coins, or gold coins!"

"No, it's something baptized by the Doctrine, and there's something unique about it, doesn't it smell fragrant?"

"If it's a temptation, let's reduce it, if it's vexatious, please leave!"

The attitude of the store manager is very firm, and the teachings here are prescribed by him.

"Don't get so excited, it's just to prove your identity, now, you're affirmed!"

When the priest opened the outer bag of the chest, it was a wave of gold coins!

"Yes, I love the sound, the touch with the ground, but it keeps beating in my heart!"

The store manager lay on the ground, greedily sniffing the so-called fragrant nourishment.

"Then I will take my leave, besides, child, I look forward to you!"

"Me too, though, maybe it's a farewell!"

"Ah, the trick to break through the shackles!"

"Maybe, yes!"

The back of the departure is flickering, and the soul is about to be devoured. (To be continued.) )