"Boss, you should know that those things that circulate in the main god space, even if they are the lowest-level props, will be popular in the real world, right?"

Squirrel asked apprehensively. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Of course I know!"

Charles nodded.

It is already a lot of money to exchange the props, and bringing it from the main god space to the real world also requires a lot of fees, and sometimes the cost is even equal to or more than the purchase of the props themselves!

Therefore, many reincarnators have slandered the main god, and they must have vampire attributes.

And even so, as long as it is brought to the real world, there are also rich people, chaebols, and even countries who are willing to buy it.

If the economic value is purely calculated, it must be more profitable than Charles's exchange for gold.

But after doing a few such deals, he unsurprisingly got into trouble, causing the gray squirrel at that time to be seriously injured and almost killed, so Charles immediately broke off the idea of this.

Those national forces will not let go of any channel and clue to obtain transcendent items, and if they go down one by one, they will definitely implicate a large number of reincarnators.

Charles had thought about it early on, so he would rather endure the slow growth of his wealth than deal with those forces anymore.

But even so, he still redeemed a few items that were very beneficial to ordinary people, and let the gray squirrel bring to Mettler's family.

"I've hinted at them obviously, but you know Mettler's wife, who is a vain woman and loves to show off, and almost used me like an ATM......"

Squirrel complained: "After recently incurring a debt due to her luxurious life, this woman even wants to sell them on the black market......"

"Damn ......"

Charles clutched his forehead, and there was nothing more to say.

"Because of this, she was immediately targeted!"

Gray Squirrel said frankly: "Originally, it was just a gang, and I wanted to get rid of them alone, but when I touched their headquarters, I found out that they were basically the subordinate forces of the Kingdom Blackcoat Society, and I had already informed my boss of the news......"

When he said this, his tone was also very depressed.

Charles understands this very well, after all, whoever encounters such a pig teammate will be quite maddened.

"It's so hard for you!"

Knowing that this gray squirrel is still hardworking, Charles also knew through the monitoring of other reincarnators that he did not make any moves that were detrimental to the team in the real world, otherwise their team would have disposed of the gray squirrel a long time ago and replaced it with an obedient agent.

"Has the Kingdom's Blackcoat Society noticed the Mettler family?"

Charles got up and sighed: "This is really unfortunate news! ”

"Boss, what are you going to do?"

Squirrel asked, scarelessly.

"Naturally, it's time to solve the trouble!"

Charles took off his coat and put it on, as if he were out shopping.

"Here...... But...... Kingdom ......"

Squirrel stammered a little even when he spoke.

It was only at this time that he remembered in a trance that this guy in front of him was a man who slaughtered cities and destroyed countries in countless reincarnation worlds, killed people at every turn, and achieved great mental power, known as the king of thought.

In the real world, even if you can only exert half of your mental power, it is like talking and playing against ordinary gangs or even small-caliber pistols.

"Boss, when I beg you, don't make any big news, a werewolf Siegel is enough......"

He said almost pleadingly.

"Don't worry, do you think that the power of our reincarnation lies in fighting, killing, and killing?"

Charles turned around and gave him a relieved smile, but for some reason, Squirrel's mood became even heavier.

……

Villa of the Mettler family.

This family has a widow and a pair of very lovely dragon and phoenix fetuses, who have only recently moved in, but Mrs. Mettler seems to be very rich, and she always wears the latest designer coats, none of which are the same.

All of this came naturally from the gift of the gray squirrel.

Immediately after receiving a large sum of cash, Mrs. Mettler fell into a drunken materialistic desire, became drunk and dreamed of death, and worked all day long, and even became a little crazy in her mental state.

If Charles saw this scene, he would definitely regret it very much.

"The latest fashion, cosmetics, cars, ......"

Inside the villa, Mrs. Mettler stared at the brochure with a scorching glow in her eyes.

"I want them!"

She said to herself, went upstairs again, opened a safe, and took out a dark crystal necklace.

The black necklace shimmered with a mysterious light, and just holding it in his hand, it seemed that a cool air flow gushed out of it.

"Since this is a relic of Mettler, I naturally have the right to dispose of it!"

When Squirrel handed over these extraordinary items to her, he was vague and did not explain the specific value of these things.

Therefore, in Mrs. Mettler's eyes, they are just a few cherished ornaments, and the style is still a little outdated.

Sell them for more gold dollars, there is simply no need to hesitate.

"You know what? Little Baby...... There's a merchant who is willing to pay you $200,000, oh my God...... How could Mettler, the dead ghost, have such a thing? ”

This is also one of Mrs. Mettler's concerns.

She even suspected that her husband had been engaged in some illegal acts before, and that gray squirrel was his partner, and naturally felt a little hot and uneasy about what the other party had given, and wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible.

But I don't know that if these things are really thieves, if you take the liberty of making a move, it will bring you huge trouble.

Of course, Mrs. Mettler, who had already been dazzled by many luxuries at this time, would not have taken this into account at all.

Humming a brisk tune, she put the dark crystal necklace in her handbag, stepped on her high heels, and walked out the door.

……

Inside a trading company that looks ordinary on the outside, in the general manager's office.

"Boss, this is the information of the woman who is going to trade with us today!"

The person in charge of the trading company was dripping in a cold sweat and stared uneasily at the boss who had come all the way.

The other party is a big man in the Black Society, the head of this area, and his power is far from being comparable to him, but now he has made a special trip to report the news for himself.

"Hmm...... A very ordinary woman with a husband named Mettler? Died in an accident? ”

When the black-clothed leader saw this, he obviously moved.

"That's right!"

The person in charge wiped his sweat: "According to our estimates, this Mettler should be selected by that place and become a reincarnation!" ”

For them, the matter of the main god space is not a secret at all.

At present, on the bedside bookcases of almost all the powerful people, the book "Reincarnation World" is indispensable.

Even, in order to get that illusory glimmer of opportunity, there are not a few people who take the initiative to seek death.

I have to say that this world is crazy in the first place, and anything can happen.

"That necklace is suspected to have extraordinary power...... It doesn't matter, I brought the latest detector this time, it can't be fake! ”

The leader was obviously very satisfied with this discovery: "It's this woman, you must take good care of her, no!" We have to tempt her step by step, let her fall into all kinds of shopping traps, clean her house, and see what will lead to it later! ”

As he said this, a cold glint suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"Yes!"

The person in charge immediately saluted and promised.

"Sure enough, it's a vicious plan!"

At this moment, an abrupt third person's voice suddenly appeared in the room.

"Who?"

The person in charge immediately turned around vigilantly and pressed his hand to his waist.

The leader sitting on the chaise longue also got up, staring at the sudden intruder with a gloomy face.

The other party is honest, and his head seems to be a little bald, but his temperament is quite extraordinary, unlike ordinary people.

"Didi!"

"Didi!"

At this moment, on the black-clothed leader, a meter suddenly rang out and made a sharp sound.

"The transcendent detector has a response, you are a transcendent?!"

He immediately exclaimed.

"Huh? Isn't it a nice thing? You can sense my power! ”

Charles was slightly surprised, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, the gauge automatically flew into his hand.

Seeing this scene, the two people of the Black Clothes Society have already determined that this guy must be the legendary reincarnation.

"You don't have to think in vain!"

Charles played with the meter in his hand and suddenly smiled: "From the moment I came in, the whole room was under the blockade of my telekinesis, no matter what signal you send, your subordinates can't receive it!" ”

"You're here for Mrs. Mettler's business? I'm sorry...... In this matter, we are a little insincere! ”

The leader of the Black Clothes Society immediately completed the ninety degrees and apologized very sincerely.

He is also quite aware of the power of those supernatural and transcendent, and at such a close distance, he and his subordinates are very dangerous when they come into contact unexpectedly.

"Don't worry, I'm not like Siegel, and besides, although you have bad ideas, you haven't implemented them yet, have you?"

Charles suddenly smiled: "A friend of mine often admonishes me that if you can use your wits to solve things, you should not resort to force, but compared to telekinesis, some small skills are more useful, such as ......"

He took out a black pocket watch, but there were no hands in it, but a small black magic array: "I'm sorry...... I'm not proficient in psychic magic, so I need this little thing to help, the Oblivion Spell! ”

Swish!

A burst of white light flashed, and Charles suddenly disappeared.

The black-clothed leader looked dull, and suddenly put on his coat: "Okay, I should go too, after all, it's just a miscalculation, and it's not a big deal!" ”

"I'm so sorry, boss!"

The person in charge apologized again and again, and both of them seemed to have completely forgotten about Mrs. Mettler.