In the city of Navia, most of the shops are clustered around the bazaar, and occasionally one or two special shops are set up in the rich and aristocratic districts. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although Pooh's shop is a special shop, it is not in the rich and aristocratic area.

It's on the edge of the civilian area: the cemetery.

As a coffin shop, it is really fitting that Pooh's old store is opened here.

As for business?

Old Pooh never bothered.

Because, in the entire city of Navia, no one will steal business with him.

But that doesn't mean Pooh Sr. will relax.

In fact, the elder Pooh, who holds a part-time position as the grave keeper of the cemetery and has eight apprentices, has already reached retirement age.

But he still does everything himself.

It was as if today, Old Pooh had changed into the cleanest and most decent clothes, and stood at the door of the shop with all the apprentices, greeting the coming big man.

The battle that took place in the temple area today, and the old Pooh was in the cemetery area.

Not to mention, the big man had already sent a servant to inform him.

Old Pooh was not at all surprised by the battle in the temple area.

You know, when he was young, a big war broke out in the temple area every month.

It was also the busiest time for him, and his miser teacher was eager to whip a few of their apprentices and make them work twenty-four hours a day.

Where could he be so merciful, but let his apprentices take turns to go to the cemetery to patrol the night after they have done their job, and give them half a day's rest every week.

The thought that he would have to pay for one meal a day, and ten coppers a month, made Old Pooh feel that he was too generous.

"No, no."

"I can't go on like this!"

"The gold mountain is also saved up by relying on copper plates one by one!"

"I'm getting old, it's too cold and damp here, and I need to go to a warmer, quieter and wealthy neighborhood and buy a house where I can spend my old age in peace -- eight ...... a month for everybody No, no, five coppers is enough, and their work must be doubled. ”

Old Pooh, who was calculating in his heart, kept his eyes on the end of the road.

It's all anticipation.

After all, the 'big business' of one hundred and ten coffins, even when he was young, was rare.

This is not a thin coffin used by the poor, but a 'business' that is truly profitable, and if he does such a big business a few more times, his wish to move to the rich area will be quickly realized.

Of course, old Pooh did not show it on his face, and he still looked slightly sad.

Enough age and experience to let Pooh Sr. understand what kind of expression he should use to face customers as a coffin-making craftsman.

But after a long time, the sad expression on Old Pooh's face had stiffened, and he had not yet seen the big man who should have arrived.

"Go see, what's going on?"

"Wait!"

"I'll go in person, and you'll wait here."

Old Pooh said to an apprentice, but before the words came out, Old Pooh suddenly thought of the identity of the big man, if he only sent an apprentice to go, it would undoubtedly snub the other party, only by himself could he show sincerity, maybe the big man was in a good mood, and he would give him an extra reward.

Thinking of this, Old Pooh not only changed his tune immediately, but also ran along the road at a rapid speed.

In a few moments, Old Pooh saw the big man's carriage.

And......

The bodies of the coachman, servants, and guards who fell next to the carriage and several people gathered around the carriage.

The relationship between occupation makes Pooh Sr. exclaim in surprise when he sees the corpse, and when he sees the murderer, Pooh Sr.'s reaction is no different from that of ordinary people.

Open your mouth to exclaim.

But a long sword is faster.

It just swept through Pooh Sr.

Old Pooh's eyes fell to the ground.

Pooh Sr., who was full of calculations, didn't figure out what was going on until he died.

Miles, who was holding a sword in his hand, would not explain to the other party.

"Kill!"

Myrzer swung his blood-stained sword in the direction of the carriage.

The killers of the surrounding 'Greenstone' rushed straight to the carriage.

Their faces were dull, like puppet puppets, but their speed was more than twice as fast as the original, and the long swords in their hands were even more flickering, like poisonous snakes, full of weirdness.

"It's worthy of being the killer of 'Greenstone'!"

A sound sounded in the car.

There was no panic, but a slight compliment.

At the same time, a divine light burst out from the carriage, directly binding the rushing 'greenstone' killer and Mileser in place.

Then, the carriage door slowly pushed open.

A middle-aged priest walked down.

The other party looked at the killer of 'Greenstone' with a curious gaze.

With the knowledge of the other party, it was obvious that something was wrong with the 'Greenstone' killer at this moment.

"The 'dead soldiers' who have been cultivated in a special way?"

"Not only erased the thinking of ordinary people, but also achieved the purpose of strength growth by overdrawing life...... That 'King of Killers' is cruel! ”

The other said as he walked towards Mileser.

Milzer, who looked normal, stood out among a group of sluggish 'greenstone' killers.

"You have an independent mind, and you are their leader?"

"Then, it's up to you to tell me where your secret stronghold is!"

The other party raised his hand as he spoke, and a ray of divine brilliance immediately flickered in the palm of the other party's hand.

The shimmering palm slowly approached Melzer.

Myrzer struggled as hard as he could, but it was useless to struggle under the constraints of the previous divine arts.

Even, it will only have the opposite effect.

The more you struggle, the more you will let the next magic work go smoothly.

You know, the Temple of Sins is best at this.

And the other party also deliberately slowed down so that Myrzer struggled hard.

In a short distance, it took as much as a second.

Just as the other party was about to put his palm on the forehead of Myrzer, who was still struggling, the palm that shimmered with divine brilliance flew into the air.

The other party was stunned.

Then, great pain came to mind.

"Ahh

After a cry of pain, the voice stopped abruptly.

[Dandelion Piercing] pierced the opponent's throat, and quickly spun in a circle, twisting off the opponent's head.

Qin Ran slowly stepped out of the shadows.

Looking at the priest of the Temple of Sin who fell to the ground, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Calls for help from other temples?"

"Sure enough, it is a temple of wealth!"

"But ......"

"I don't mind having too many enemies!"

"The more enemies like you, the better!"

Qin Ran whispered softly and picked up the magic-level loot that had burst out on the other party's body.

When he told the High Priest and Chief Priest of the Temple of Thorns his plan, Qin Ran guessed that the Temple of Fortune would do this.

The Temple of Fortune is not a fool.

I have already learned his strength, and if the Knights are completely destroyed, they will definitely ask for 'foreign help'.

It's just that Qin Ran didn't expect it to be so soon.

However, as Qin Ran said, he didn't care.

Even, I wish there were more such enemies, the better.

Who would have too much loot?

And there might be an unexpected bonus!

Qin Ran thought for a few seconds, and then issued an order to the 'Greenstone' killer who was controlled by the secret technique, including Melzer, and began to quickly clean up the battlefield.

Looking at the 'greenstone' killer's simple and fast movements, Qin Ran couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.

Titch's secret skills are really good, and these subordinates who have been carefully cultivated by Rep have an excellent foundation!

After completing the last step of stimulation with Tyki's secret technique, these killers who had been trained by Rip immediately obeyed him, and compared to their loyalty to Rip, these killers not only obeyed him at this moment, but also greatly improved their strength.

The strongest one has reached the level of the average veteran player, and the weakest one is several times stronger than the average person.

Although he has no mind, and there are only simple biological instincts without his explicit orders, once they receive his commands, they will immediately be as precise as robots.

"Maybe these puppets can be further strengthened."

Recalling the secret technique about Tiqi in his mind, Qin Ran thought silently.

But that's for later.

Right now?

Naturally, it was to accomplish his task.

You know, the Temple of Fortune not only needs a coffin, but also enough candles, food, and necessities.

These will be his goals!