After the call with Onuma ended, Qin Ran did not go to Yancheng for the first time.

He, there are still some things to deal with.

It's getting deeper and deeper.

The temple dinner began to come to an end.

The dinner party without Qin Ran's appearance was just like the god of Lin Cheng would not appear at the dinner party.

Without the 'gods' dinner, it is destined to be more lively, with guests toasting and smiling, greetings, and the small circles formed by each other colliding and merging.

Isn't that what the dinner party is for?

Show obedience and expand your network.

Moulton was flushed, and tonight it was as if he were the protagonist of the dinner.

Of course, as if.

The real protagonist is not here, but the protagonist in the order is in the corner of the side, talking in a low voice with the beings who are really worth communicating.

Envy flashed in Moulton's eyes.

Even if he was already in Hemaia's position at the moment.

But compared to the older Hermaia, the younger Morton has greater ambitions.

The location in front of you......

Just a starting point.

So, when he saw the old monk coming out of the corner, Moulton, who had been preparing for a long time, immediately walked over with a wine glass.

He chose a good position, and it was like a chance encounter.

Even, in his mind, Morton had already thought of his words, and silently rehearsed them countless times.

Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared.

Morton was convinced of this.

It's as if he was convinced that he would succeed next.

"Good evening......

Morton greeted politely.

Then, all that left his world was a pair of cloudy eyes.

Gradually, these cloudy eyes became clear, like a stream in the jungle near his childhood home, cool and bottom-out.

The body is bathed in warm sunlight.

There are insects and birds chirping in my ears.

Those days......

It's really nostalgic.

Involuntarily, Moulton sighed.

Then, a question appeared in his heart.

Why don't I go back to my old life?

My original purpose was to get my father a sharp axe and my mother a set of kitchen utensils, and that's why I came out to work.

But now, how long has it been since I've visited them?

The last time was at the end of the year, and it was just a rush at the dinner table.

What did they say?

They seem to be getting old.

They don't seem to be happy.

They seem to ......

It's lonely.

Inexplicably, Moulton's eyes were hot.

When the tears welled up, he saw the cloudy eyes.

And when the words came to his mouth, Morton swallowed it back.

At this time, it is not appropriate to say.

Needless to say.

But, at least the other party showed goodwill, didn't it?

"Thank you."

Morton habitually said.

For those who are helpful, no matter what the attitude of the other party is, Moulton is always so polite.

The old monk nodded and smiled at Moulton, then turned and continued walking.

Morton looked at the other man's back until he disappeared, then withdrew his gaze.

He remembered what he had just 'thought'.

Eventually, he shook his head.

He is no longer the person he was at that time.

He can't let his own temperament do it.

He needs to know how to make trade-offs.

For the rest of the day, as if nothing had happened, Morton continued to take his glass and wander among the departing guests, no different from before.

When the last guest had left, Morton left the temple.

Moreover, before leaving, he once again gave a small gift to each of the funeral society members stationed at the temple.

Exquisite and not expensive, but the kind that seems to be extremely careful.

"Boss, there are two meetings tomorrow morning."

"Several customers from the city will come in the afternoon."

"This is the document you have to go through today."

As soon as I got into the car, the secretary handed over a stack of papers as he spoke.

Morton silently took it, and began to flip through the lights in the car.

The secretary gently patted the driver's seat.

She knew she couldn't bother Morton at this time.

In the same way, she also knows that her boss will go back to sleep because of tomorrow morning's meeting.

The car moved forward smoothly and evenly.

However, just as he reached the intersection in front of the temple, Morton suddenly spoke up.

"Wait!"

"Let's go to the villa in the suburbs first."

"And ......"

"Prepare two gifts for me, my parents' are old, don't choose...... Forget it, a place where you can still buy gifts by car. ”

"I pick it myself."

Morton said.

The secretary looked at his boss in surprise, as if he knew each other for the first time, but immediately, the secretary came back to his senses.

"Okay."

"I know a place."

"They're open all night."

"And, tomorrow morning's meeting?"

"It's going to be held as usual."

The car started again.

This time, instead of stopping, we drove straight to our destination, at a faster but smoother pace.

Plans, no changes.

It's just that life has changed.

As for the good or the bad?

Who knows.

That's the benevolent seeing the benevolent, and the wise seeing the wise.

Or, for example, people know how warm and cold they drink water.

……

The old monk staggered to Qin Ran's face, his hands folded.

"Your Majesty."

In the middle of the words, the old monk bent down slightly.

"Hmm."

"Well done."

Qin Ran said lightly.

"He's doing a good job, not me."

The old monk was not surprised at all that Qin Ran knew everything, in this city, who could hide the gods who owned the city? The old monk shook his head with a smile and saluted again, "Thank you for everything you have done for Tanya. ”

"I don't like to owe favors, so I'm just going to pay it back."

Qin Ran said truthfully.

"That's why it's even more grateful."

The old monk laughed again, and the folds on his face were stacked layer by layer, not ugly, but with a kind gratitude.

However, Qin Ran didn't want to discuss this issue anymore.

"Do you know the craftsmen who can make treasure-like items and the apothecaries who make special medicines?"

Qin Ran went straight to the point.

What do you do when you have absolute ownership of a city?

There's so much that can be done.

But for Qin Ran, there is only one thing: use the city to produce and create more points.

And selling props and medicines is definitely the first choice!

Perhaps, in a huge city, he could not do this.

Every player has a sense of self.

Even the use of brokers is not foolproof.

It is different if it is the city in the dungeon world in front of you.

He was a 'god' in the eyes of the aborigines.

His word is an oracle.

He has access to a steady stream of resources here.

As for the time?

Qin Ran already knew that there would be no so-called perfection in the world, and he would not be entangled in such things.

What's more, the most important thing now is: the answer of the old monk.

Under Qin Ran's gaze, the old monk spoke.

The old monk said......