Chapter 76: The King-level Blood God Carries a Hoe to Dig a Grave
"Was there anyone here originally?"
"Yes, but it's been really quiet lately. I wonder if they've moved away."
"You just give up such a nice manor."
"Maybe he's too rich and worried," the passerby said. "Let's go quickly. It's hard to predict what will happen if we run into the guards. His Highness has been conducting searches very diligently lately. Don't let yourself be questioned as a suspicious person."
Prince Yas averted his gaze.
Ordinary people may not know what has happened recently, but the nobles in the Kingdom of Thorns are all feeling insecure.
He looked towards the deserted Wilson Manor and ordered, "Go in and search, focusing on the scroll collection and looking for any hidden rooms."
The guards behind him filed in and walked freely in the luxurious manor. After a day of searching with increased manpower, he had collected a series of evidence on his desk by dusk, including evidence about the Wilson family's illegal money-making and the downstream industry chain of trafficking and selling stolen goods.
These black-hearted businessmen are not only involved in the trade with orcs, but even humans are within the scope of their industry.
The prince flipped open the list and handed it to his attendant: "Prepare another copy of these things and hand them all over to the Karl family. He Li should be happy to help."
He picked up another piece of letter paper. There was only a name written on the white paper.
——Tower in the wilderness.
This was found in the Wilson family's collapsed cave.
The prince carefully folded the letter and handed it to his attendant. "From today on, I hope that all the nobles in the territory of Oretis will hear this name."
"So," the prince thought for a moment, "this mysterious organization will judge sin with absolute standards."
"As for the outcome," the prince said with a smile, "Isn't the Wilson family a good example?"
*
Chen Shuang counted the magic crystals in her backpack, her gaze lingering for a long time on the single-digit number of magic crystals.
Recently, I have been busy with the opening of the business and have not touched the accumulated magic crystals. The magic ants had almost filled up the warehouse, but I didn’t expect that they would be used up in just a few days.
The god standing next to him blinked and looked around, not daring to look at the priest.
"Now that you're back, contribute your own strength to the development of the temple," Chen Shuang said, "I know you learn quickly and are passionate about everything. No matter what difficulties you face, they won't faze you."
God puffed out his chest and said, "Of course."
"That's great."
"We've almost finished exploring the magic crystal mines in the Silent Forest. Now it's time to choose the next mining area." She nodded. "I think the Ancient Battlefield would be a good choice. What do you think?"
She opened the empty storeroom and smiled, "No need to be too diligent, just fill it up."
The landlord always feels uneasy when his magic crystal reserves are empty. Since Iper is leaving it here anyway, it would be better to send it to the magic ants to help. He is more familiar with the ancient battlefield than the magic ants.
God looked at the vast space in the warehouse and nodded stiffly: "I will."
"Oh right," Chen Shuang remembered something, "I'm giving this back to you."
She took out the pitch-black broken thorn sword, and the sword lay gently in her palm. She felt a cool touch, and the darkness that permeated the body approached the priest's hand and slowly lingered.
The sword was restored to its original state, and the original broken end had been repaired.
Chen Shuang handed the sword to the god: "I asked the dwarves, and they said that it is very difficult to repair this sword. They can only make it look the same as before, but it cannot be restored to its original state."
She remembered the dwarves' suggestion and suggested, "Perhaps you could try to find the original forger of this sword."
But is there a tradition of returning alchemical items to the factory for repair? Or, as the legend goes, gods' weapons come from ribs, flesh and blood, or condensed power. It is not impossible to create one by yourself.
"Thanks."
God couldn't help but say, "Not that mess."
Who would extract his own ribs to make weapons? He would swing his own bones in a fight and even think it would dirty the bones.
Shen Shuang paused: "You can hear the voice of your heart."
Discovered.
Shen Mu Yi: "Sometimes I listen, but most of the time I ignore it."
He added, "Because there are so many prayers, I only pay attention to the relatives I particularly care about."
God's face was slightly hot, and he could only look down at the sword: "This is a gift Simicah gave me in the past."
He slowed down his voice: "It's a pity that the sword is gone now, and the man is also..."
"Isn't this the sword that entangles fate?"
Chen Shuang lowered her head, the golden Book of God Creation hugged her ankle, and was "looking up" to observe the Broken Thorn Sword.
Shu said bluntly: "What are you doing gathering around this broken sword? I have many similar swords at home. The stockpile fills up two warehouses. If you want any, I can give you a few."
"Let me see..."
Shu examined it carefully for a while. "This one is numbered 008. It should be the initial version that Simijia sent out in the first batch. Don't worry, the ones piled up in the warehouse are all new models, and they are definitely better than this one."
Chen Shuang: “008?”
Shu: "Yes, the first ten were all defective products. The previous owner was worried about what to do with them after making them."
It suddenly froze: "Hey, how come you have this."
God said word by word, "Is each one numbered?"
Shu nodded stiffly.
The god gnashed his teeth and said, "Defective product..."
God closed his eyes: "New model..."
He smiled, his eyes cold: "Simian, you should be glad that you died early."
Chen Shuang: I feel like I can pick up a hoe and go dig a grave in the next second.
She raised her hand, stuffed the trembling Book of God-making into the god's arms, and instructed him: "Go to the ancient battlefield first to see the progress of the work."
"I have to go to the Lost Ruins in a couple of days," Chen Shuang asked, "Can I invite you to come with me?"
She said sincerely, "I really need a strong and reliable companion to work with me."
Powerful and reliable...
"sure."
The god took the Book of God-making, glanced at it coldly, then looked at Chen Shuang, suppressing the upturned corners of his mouth, making himself maintain enough dignity and demeanor: "I will be your best partner."
"Now, in the future, and at every moment, I will guard you by your side."
"This is the preference of the night."
The god said slowly: "That is also what my heart desires."
*
After stuffing the noisy book into the god's hands and pushing him to the ancient battlefield to help the demon ants, Chen Shuang's ears finally quieted down. She drank a sip of ice water and put the words she had just heard out of her mind.
Is this what your heart desires? Before Chen Shuangsi could figure out one, two, three, the system made a "ding dong" sound.
[Your temple is visited by a dark traveler]
[The other party is knocking politely... The other party kneels down and knocks politely... The other party begins to kowtow and knock on the door]
Chen Shuang: “?”
This politeness is a bit scary.
【Your [Shadowless Corridor] is running】
【Watch the screen [Yes/No]】
[Remove restrictions [Yes/No]]
Chen Shuang unfolded the corridor and saw a picture showing a short child with curly brown hair and a cute fluffy backpack.
He held the tentacles extending from the corridor and said sincerely, "Are you okay? I accidentally stepped on you just now. I'm so sorry."
The boy bowed ninety degrees: "I'm sorry, I really hope you can forgive me."
The tentacles were also shocked by this politeness. They waved their hands and stretched out to help him up.
The boy was firm: "If you don't ask me to forgive me, I will keep bowing until you do."
Corridor: "..."
That requires it to be able to speak.
It tugged at the tentacles but couldn't break free, so it raised its head and shouted: Mom, there's a weirdo here!
The next moment, Chen Shuang's figure appeared in the corridor through the projection. She looked at the small ball in front of her, who was not even as tall as her waist, and squatted down to look him in the eye: "What are you doing here?"
The child straightened up and smiled, showing his pointed little fangs: "I'm here to find a job!"
"Do you know where this place is?"
"Dark Temple," the child pleaded, "Boss sister, I really need this job."
It's not a mistake, but you can't tell their race just by appearance.
Chen Shuang untied the restraints on the corridor, looked down at the child following her, and said, "You are so young and you are already working outside. Does your family know?"
"I don't know. I took a detour and came here just to keep them in the dark."
The kid suddenly sighed like a real office worker: "It's too scary at home. I might as well be out here by myself."
He cheered himself up and introduced himself: "My dream is to join a company that will never go bankrupt and keep working there."
"Don't worry about my age," he said, counting on his fingers. "I've already had five jobs and have a wealth of experience. I'm sure you'll be satisfied."
He bared his blade-like fangs, and his eyes quickly changed from brown to a bright red. He bowed like a gentleman and said, "You can call me Little Potato like Mom and Dad, or you can call me Stuart according to the order of the bloodline."
It's a vampire.
Little Potato's chubby body was flexible and said, "Please, Boss Sister, I really don't want to change jobs anymore."
Chen Shuang: "Can you tell me more about this?"
At this age, it is considered child labor.
"I got along very well with my brothers and sisters in my first five jobs. Even though I was scolded by my boss, I persisted. If I had stayed longer, I would definitely have earned enough money to buy a house." He suddenly said dejectedly, "Unfortunately, my boss's business empire collapsed quickly. Every time, I was out of work.
Chen Shuang: The effect is more immediate than that of the devil.
The devil is using subjective fishing enforcement, while this little potato is launching a passive bad luck attack, which is obviously better.
The system made a "ding dong" sound.
[You have encountered a king-level vampire]
[Despite his small appearance, he's incredibly intelligent. As a mature office worker, he's been determined to earn enough money to buy a house and move out. You can trust him with your work. Even with a pacifier in his mouth, this humble office worker can satisfy his boss's every need.]
Chen Shuang: It seems that four years out of the seven years I have had work experience.
She tried asking, “Why do you want to buy a house so badly?”
Little Potato sighed again, his tender face becoming more and more vicissitudes of life: "Then I have to explain it in detail."
His face was serious: "My house is in chaos."
*
"This is the story of a human princess and a vampire count."
"My mother said: How could I fall in love with a man like you!
My father covered his slapped face and thought to himself: "She said she loved me."
“My mother said: Even if you get my body, you can’t get my heart.
My father was drunk and his face flushed with shock: "You said, I got your body."
Little Potato imitated all the flirting moves perfectly, then continued expressionlessly: "That's it."
"They are now traveling around the world on their honeymoon."
"I'm fed up with this atmosphere where you can perform anytime, anywhere."
He then revealed a hint of childish anger: "I don't want to go back."
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