Tutval Street

Emlin. White overlooked the fact that human routines were different from his.

As a traditional Bloodline, he was usually in a state where the moon didn't sleep and I didn't sleep, even though he was now a Viscount of the Blood, able to withstand the sun, and that light seemed a little uncomfortable to him.

In general, who dares to ring the great savior of the blood clan in broad daylight, Emlyn. At the door of White's house, even if it was the postman who delivered the wrong newspaper, Master Emlyn would not give him a good look.

"Mr. Priest, this is it." Emlin. White smiled and pointed to a small shop not far away.

The green planks hang from an iron pole that sticks out horizontally, and the white font reads "Doyle" in lingua franca.

Outside the glass vitrines facing the road, several lifelike figures wear delicate little dresses or fashionable rune-style aristocratic costumes, with their hands folded in front of them, dignified and elegant.

It's almost realistic, but under the sunlight, there is a hint of reflection on the puppet's face, which makes it a little distorted.

Su Lin nodded, in Emlyn. White led the way to the store.

Above the gray mist, Crane picked up a embodied pen and thought about his next steps.

Because of the fall of the mother goddess, Su Lin is now full of revenge. Even if I didn't have to pay him extra, he would take the initiative to trouble the fallen Mother Goddess...'

'Well, abbot, Ano, it's a good thing for the head to be small-minded occasionally..."

'What I need to think about now is how to get to the Godforsaken Land, to be parasitized by Amon and minimize the risk, maybe I can find a way to get to the Godforsaken Land without being parasitized by Amon, but I don't want too many variables in the matter of Amun alone...'

"This is a very troublesome enemy, I think compared to Amon, Zarathu's threat is not a little smaller, I don't want him to detect the presence of Su Lin and Zhongli related to me, otherwise he will make different strategic adjustments in the future..."

'Adam, I should restrain myself from being a writer in front of a writer, but I am reluctant to hand over Grossell's travels to him, after all these years, he should have a lot of savings...'

"No, yes, the Dusk Hermit, the leader of the Rose of Redemption, must have a lot of high-ranking extraordinary traits and transcendent items..."

If the War Angel Medici left him behind, the angels on the side of the Artificial Death would definitely suspect that something was wrong with the Artificial Death, which would affect the Goddess of the Night's ability to accommodate her during this time. ’

'Even if there are two Sequence 0s on my side, there are too many places that are being constrained. There are things that I have no choice but to do.'

Crane looked at the empty hall and sighed deeply, but in the end, it was much better to be able to make a difference.

There are still 7 days left before the bombing of Beckland.

Walter, the butler of the "master", brought a cup of coffee to Klein in the study, hesitated and called.

"What's wrong?" Klein rubbed his temples, "Is that the batch of arms from East Bailang?" ”

"Nope." Walter bowed deeply and said, "This is your guest, Chris. Mora's bill, please take a look. ”

Walter handed over a blank sheet of paper with Zhongli's previous purchases, and Klein jumped over the trivial items above to the total column - 133 gold pounds, 7 soles and 9 pence.

Klein suddenly remembered that the weekly salary of a lecturer at the University of Tingen during his internship was 2 gold pounds, and after he became a full-time lecturer, it was 3 gold pounds and 10 sucks, and Mr. Azik was only 5 pounds.

However, it is acceptable that a bottle of low-rank potion will cost more than this on the black market, and his actual expenditure is 52 gold pounds, excluding the currency provided by Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man for the preparation ceremony of the sacrifice items to the 'God of the Earth' yesterday.

The people of the Tarot Society should be encouraged not to give up this rare opportunity, the opportunity to trade with the gods with something not too precious is very rare, I originally thought that others would participate enthusiastically, but I did not expect that the total income in these days would be less than 200 pounds.

Let's organize an operation in the name of the world, by the way, they can trade more with the god of the earth, hold more sacrificial ceremonies, well, guide them to trade items as much as possible in exchange for the help of the god of the earth, or in exchange for some blessings and powers, if you can't do it, you can also learn to remember and accumulate with Mr. Hanged Man and Miss Justice, and don't use money to defile this sacred and great transaction.

This is so that everyone can gain something, Zhongli's travel experience is satisfied, the rest of the Tarot Society is helped by the gods, and the great Mr. Fool achieves income generation

A win-win-win situation.

"yes, I see." Crane nodded and asked Walter, "Is he coming back for dinner today?" ”

Walter looked strange and said to Klein with some doubts: "Mr. Mora has received an invitation from the chef of the restaurant in Serenzo to taste a new dish tonight, sir, it seems that this guest of yours is a great gourmet." ”

It's good that the cost of dinner today has been saved.

Klein looked out the window, the sun was shining, and there were a few white clouds floating in the blue sky, and Su Lin actually pulled a vampire out shopping in this weather

Talent.

"Are you done stocking up?" Crane asked suddenly.

"According to your orders, cured meats and vegetables that can be stored for a long time have been hoarded in large quantities, by the way, there are people in the market who are buying these things like us recently, as well as our cash flow." Walter didn't understand Dawn. Why did Mr. Dantès hoard a large amount of supplies, and even did not hesitate to sell the red wine in the cellar at a low price, but since it was the master's arrangement, he could only do his best to carry it out.

However, the cash flow used to maintain the daily expenses of the chamber of commerce has been somewhat affected, and if it continues like this, I am afraid that even the operation of the industry will become a problem.

Plus that Mr. Mora's expenses.

"It's okay, continue to acquire, and it will be fine after this time." Crane was naturally aware of these circumstances, but the war did not really end until the fall of the God of War and the defeat of the Vorsack Empire, during which a large number of victims starved to death.

If you don't hoard food now, when the war comes, the nobles who run the grain business will not let go of this opportunity to raise prices, and maybe some sympathetic nobles will help some of the victims, but that is only a drop in the bucket.

Even the food he is hoarding now can only be distributed to some people in the early stage, and in the middle and late stages of the war, that time is the most difficult, but at that time, the pressure on food will gradually ease, and the major Orthodox God churches will have enough efforts to help.

Actually, there is another way, but it is a little dangerous.

Crane didn't want to use this final martial connection, but it's always a good idea to make some preparations in advance.

After Walter, the butler, had saluted out of the room, Klein took out an ink pen, took out a piece of letterhead from the drawer in the book, and wrote—

[My friend Frank. Li: During my recent trip to the Southern Continent, I noticed a conflict between two large tribes, and it's a shame that innocent lives were involved.

[You know, the natives can only accept the ordinary taste of mushrooms, if the smell of barbecue appears in the mushrooms, they will be afraid, so, is there anything you can do. 】

Klein reviewed the letter and wrote in the last column.

Your friend, Gelman. Sparrow]

Kavin only has two thousand today, and I will make it up tomorrow, sorry

(End of chapter)