Chamber of Commerce

The situation of the Falcon is somewhat special.

It blended with Ya'an's soul, and some of it had merged with him. For safety reasons, Canaan suppressed it and did not eliminate it directly.

After the purification was completed, the profiteer placed the unconscious Ya'an on the bed made of flower vines, and sat down next to the priest very familiarly. The black robe and the white robe were stuck together, and both of them fell into silence.

If someone else walked in at this time, they would find that the expressions of the two people gradually became blank. Like puppets that have lost their souls, they stared into the void with empty and calm pupils.

Mason, who had acted out the entire scene himself, finally stepped forward and, after making sure that no one was sober around, he was in a mood to review the situation.

The profiteer performed well in this plan, far beyond his imagination. Although in reality, it was an incomplete vest.

The collapse of the canyon was so sudden that Mason was not able to carefully select the third vest as planned. He did not even have time to completely mold the person, so he had to keep everything simple except for the ability.

The black-robed merchant raised his hands and allowed the priest to untie the bandages on his arms, revealing the pink flesh underneath.

The texture is similar to an octopus without skin, and the blood vessels inside are clearly visible. There are no fingers on the top of the thin and long limbs, and after losing the bandages, blood began to drip out, just like peeled fruit, revealing the trembling flesh inside.

With a touch of the priest's fingertips, new white bandages grew out of the flesh under the healing energy of heaven, slowly climbing along the contours of the limbs, and finally covering and entwining them to form a "white hammer".

Once the unscrupulous merchant's robe is removed, it is revealed that there is only a soft flesh that can barely be called a human form. If anyone sees this scene, it will be frightened and have nightmares even in broad daylight.

The bandage is his skin, and the mask is his face. There is a saying that a masked character should have a disfigured face after taking off the mask, so the face of the profiteer can meet the requirements of such enthusiasts, and even exceed their imagination.

But unlike his appearance, the profiteer's ability is very versatile. As long as it is valuable, it can be used for trading. When he makes enough money, he can also change his appearance through trading. Considering this, Mason's idea at the time was very simple: time is urgent, ability is important, and appearance just needs to look like a human being.

Who can say that eccentricity is not a character trait?

On this basis, there is no problem with the script performance, and there is no problem with the new character settings. Although the Black Mist followers and the green dragon caused some unexpected trouble, it was not a big problem.

Okay, now he just needs to hurry and wait for Ya'an to wake up and go back to Ya'an City, and his mission will be completed! After carefully confirming the process of all the previous things, Mason breathed a sigh of relief. He felt relieved.

Since Canaan couldn't make the profiteer grow limbs like an ordinary person, he put the bandages back on. These bandages were boundless when extended, as if they could do anything. But at this moment, they looked very well behaved. If the human-faced eagle saw this, he would probably be so angry that he would jump to his feet. Unfortunately, the two vests didn't care about this at all, and resumed their normal way of getting along before Yaan woke up.

When the unconscious count slowly woke up, the first thing he smelled was a sweet fragrance.

This kind of fragrance is unforgettable once you smell it. He subconsciously followed the smell and saw the profile of the silver-haired young man.

After not seeing him for a while, the priest's temperament became even purer and more upright. The sun shone on his delicate face, and when he noticed that Ya'an had woken up, he turned his head and nodded slightly to the nobles.

Next to him sat a strange man in a black robe and mask. There were no holes in the mask, only eyes and nose clumsily outlined with red paint, which made people wonder if he could really see.

But the masked man's actions clearly dispelled this question. He greeted Ya'an politely, his voice relaxed and cheerful, as if they were just good friends who met by chance while taking a walk.

"Good morning, Lord Earl. It's a pleasure to meet you. Please call me Profiteur."

Is there really anyone who would call himself a profiteer?

As expected of an earl who had seen many storms, Yaan quickly accepted his situation despite his delicate mood. Or maybe it was because of Canaan's presence, even though he knew nothing about the situation, he still felt at ease.

Having someone like the priest by your side always gives you a sense of security that nothing will happen to you even if something unexpected happens. This is probably the confidence that a first-class nanny brings.

Facing the next customer he had chosen long ago, the profiteer took the initiative to explain the previous events to him. The Count, who had been unconscious the whole time, combined the information he had at hand and finally figured out the whole story. His brows were wrinkled and then relaxed, and he politely thanked them.

"Thank you both for your help."

He could see that Oreius originally did not want to get involved in the affairs of the Central Region, so he took the initiative to propose to prevent him from contacting Luo. Now that he heard that the other party had changed, Ya'an chose to acquiesce with a sigh.

Canaan shook his head: "I just did what I had to do. The baptism time is coming soon. Do you need to leave?"

As the son of the church, Canaan was very busy at work. Reading in the garden was one of his rare leisure time, so no one would disturb him. But if the church members saw the southern nobles suddenly appear in the holy city, it would be difficult to explain. Yaan understood what he meant and frowned slightly.

The holy city was heavily guarded, and it was difficult for them to sneak out without alerting others. His relationship with the church was not good, and it was easy for him to get into trouble.

As soon as this thought came into the earl's mind, the black-robed merchant bowed to him with a smile, obviously prepared.

"My Lord, if you are troubled, I am happy to help you. As long as you pay enough chips, I can provide you with an express service back to the territory. I guarantee that no one will find out."

Yaan looked at him, her eyes seemed to penetrate the mask and see through all his thoughts: "What do you want?"

"What I want is very simple. I am a businessman, and making money is my duty, but there is a limit to how much money a person can make. Therefore, I would like to cooperate with you."

"I know you have a vast and rich territory. I hope to get your permission to establish a guild in your territory. If you are wary of me, after all, I am a merchant with unknown origins - you can first give me a trade license, or let me do a small experiment in a certain viscount's territory."

"Believe me, this is definitely the best investment you will ever make in your life!"

If Aurelius is the evil side in the setting of the Land of Stars and Canaan is the good side, then the camp of profiteers is neutral.

As long as the other party has enough chips, this legendary merchant can provide all suitable goods. Neither selling ability nor souls are a problem. In the eyes of the unscrupulous merchant, only money is justice.

Sell ​​weapons to the weak and poison to the strong. As long as you can afford the price, anything can be put on both ends of the scale. He is not a bad person, nor a good person, just a businessman running for profit.

The black-robed merchant did not use flowery words to incite, but his tone was relaxed and comfortable. If anyone else had said it, it would have seemed like exaggeration, but when this mysterious merchant said it, it sounded as if the future was destined.

Ya'an's expression moved slightly, and he vaguely felt as if he was holding an important chip. Fate was standing opposite him as the dealer, silently waiting for him to place his bet.

What will he do?

Of course I agreed to it!

His territory is large enough to accommodate guests from the Star Land. If the profiteer is not lying, then he has sufficient benefits to attract, and this is a win-win situation.

It is certainly a good choice to let the other party go to Ya'an City, but there is a better place worth recommending. Ya'an subconsciously had an idea. For some reason, he always felt that the person in front of him was also expecting him to give that answer.

"I have many loyal viscounts."

The Earl spoke, his cyan eyes fixed on the other party, his voice unusually low.

"Among them, there are a pair of viscounts who just returned recently. Their territory is in a state of disrepair and in urgent need of development. I think they will be happy to accept you. Besides, Oleus and Canaan have both been there, so you should like this place too."

He did not tell the details. If the profiteer agreed, he would know what the two had done there sooner or later. The black-robed merchant chuckled at the words, and the two reached a tacit consensus. The metal coin was thrown into the air briskly. The illusory black spread, forming a teleportation hole under the feet of the two.

"——?"

Ya'an's feet suddenly felt lighter.

The floating texture made the expression on his face slightly frozen, and he looked exactly like the human-faced eagle from before. The profiteer stretched out his bandage, grabbed him and fell down together. The hole swallowed up the two figures and disappeared directly, revealing the originally flat ground.

The clergyman who heard the strange noise did not enter the garden, but stood in the corridor far away and shouted: "Sir, what happened?"

"Nothing, go prepare for what's next."

The silver-haired young man loomed in the garden, his voice calm and normal. To him, this sudden visit was not worth paying attention to.

The priest will help everyone who needs help, no matter what the other party's intentions are, he always heals everyone who comes.

After a moment, he stood up and walked out of the garden. When he passed by the priest, he subconsciously lowered his head and avoided looking directly at the holy face. The delicate flower vines followed the young man's footsteps and moved slowly, silently erasing the remaining traces on the ground. The domain owner was busy rushing to the next job, and many people were waiting for the priest's arrival.

There are many people who need to be saved, and He is always on the way.

......

Ya'an City, Earl's Mansion, Oreius' room.

Even though the master was away, the room was kept very clean by the maids. However, since there was no need for service, there were few people around.

This made it easier for the profiteer to teleport. A black hole suddenly appeared in the middle of the silent and deserted room, and two people fell out.

"I'm really back..."

Ya'an stood up with the help of the table and recognized where this place was at a glance.

Even if the profiteers were all lying, this one move alone was enough to attract people's attention. Ya'an quickly thought of many related uses. If large-scale transmission can really be completed at a certain price, this ability will be promoted, and the entire human world will undergo earth-shaking changes, and even completely transform the existing structure.

Compared to Oreius and Canaan, the ability of the profiteer made him feel more excited, and he treated him with more respect. Sensing his change, the latter's mask showed a big smile and bowed politely.

"Transaction completed. Thank you for your patronage, Lord Earl. I think we will have a pleasant cooperation."

As these words were spoken, the dust fell to the ground with a clinking sound, and Ya'an vaguely heard the moving sound of coins falling to the ground.