A group of city guards surrounded the warrior who killed Black Phantom.
"Captain, are you okay?"
"Boss, how was it?"
"Awesome, killing Black Phantom with one slash. Haha, boss, you're going to be famous!"
This group of city guards who were used to life and death laughed and came over to congratulate their captain.
"If not for that Talisman Artist friend's help …" The city guard captain said as he turned around, but all he saw was Black Phantom's body that had been cut in half.
The little guy who was happily receiving Black Phantom's blood just a moment ago had disappeared.
"Where's that little guy?" he asked.
The others were also at a loss as they looked around.
"He left."
"Why did he leave?"
"Ah, I haven't thanked him yet!"
"He doesn't seem old. Maybe he's still in school? Helping in battle can get you rewards and bonus points. He doesn't even want it? "
"He's a master who doesn't want to show his face."
The group of people talked at once. The city guard captain took off his helmet. He was a young and handsome man with a faint scar that went through his forehead.
He looked at Black Phantom's body and said in a deep voice, "He should be a low-profile person who doesn't want to show his face. Go back and watch the surveillance. Delete the ones that shouldn't be leaked. Don't disturb him."
With the activation of the particle cannons, the dimensional space creatures that were wreaking havoc in Hundred Flowers City were quickly cleaned up.
At this time, Shirō Makino and Yao Qian were already very far away. Shirō Makino was holding a bottle of Black Phantom's blood in his hand, and he was as happy as an idiot.
Luckily, he had the mask to cover him, so no one saw him.
But Yao Qian's face was green, as if he had just survived a disaster.
"Do you want to die?"
"That thing is Black Phantom! A dimensional space creature with strength close to the grandmaster level! "
"This is reality, and it's very cruel! Not the virtual world! "
"Once you die, it's impossible to revive."
"Helping in battle is not recommended by the officials because most people don't have the ability. Do you understand?"
"Don't think that you're a hero. If you die, you won't even be able to stir up a ripple. Apart from your family, not many people will remember you!"
"The government has a clear rule that ordinary people are not allowed to approach dimensional space creatures that die in the city. Violators will be punished and jailed. You even dared to take Black Phantom's blood so brazenly, and he only didn't … "
Listening to Yao Qian's long-winded lecture, Shirō Makino suddenly had a feeling of having an old man by his side.
Familiar and intimate.
"I don't think I'm a hero. It's just that at that moment, if I could have done something but didn't, resulting in the death of that city guard and even more people, I think I would feel guilty and sad for a long time."
Shirō Makino raised his head and looked at Yao Qian. "Also, thank you for today."
Hu!
Yao Qian shook his head and sighed. He suddenly lost the motivation to criticize Shirō Makino.
Yes!
If he could have done something but didn't, and that city guard died, he would feel sad for a long time.
Although they were the protectors of the city, they were also people with flesh and blood!
It was just that after so many years, everyone was already used to their silent protection.
Although they were grateful to them, most of the time, it was inevitable that they would feel that what they did was right and what they should do.
Shirō Makino was young and hot-blooded. Although the words he said might sound childish, who would not feel touched after hearing his words?
This was a prosperous but calamitous border planet. Most people who lived here wanted to escape, but they could not.
They never knew which would come first, tomorrow or an accident.
Therefore, they tried their best to live a more refined and comfortable life.
As the days passed, how many people would still remember their hot-blooded youth?
Yao Qian was very emotional. He patted Shirō Makino's shoulder and said, "It's a waste to be hot-blooded. Although I can't be as brave as you, I am very envious and admire you!"
Shirō Makino nodded. He was very happy to be recognized by someone other than his appearance.
However, the next moment, he could not help but frown and said gloomily, "My car …"
That old car originally belonged to the old man. He begged for a long time before it was given to him.
When he bought it, it was second-hand and not worth much. Therefore, after so many years, no one had insured it.
Nowadays, the probability of a traffic accident was too low. Therefore, not many people would want to insure an old car.
Therefore, the old car had died for nothing. It was impossible to get a new car through the insurance company.
Yao Qian glanced at Shirō Makino. "Are you very short of money?"
"Not very." Shirō Makino said, "I am very short of money!"
Yao Qian was speechless.
"Let me be your manager!" Yao Qian looked at Shirō Makino with a sincere face and said, "Talisman Artist is a profession that earns money easily but also spends money like water. If you don't have someone to take care of those chores for you, it will be very difficult for you to completely focus on your career as a Talisman Artist.
"I can guarantee that everything will be based on respecting your wishes. Then, I will guarantee your income in terms of money."
"As for me, I only need five percent of the manager's fee."
"Do you really believe that I can make money?" Shirō Makino asked.
"Of course, how can a young man who can stir up the art world with just one painting not have the ability to make money?"
"I won't sell paintings in the future."
"I know, future great Talisman Artist classmate." Yao Qian smiled. "The Cleansing Talisman you used to help the city guards kill Black Phantom is enough to explain everything."
Yao Qian still had something to say.
He had just watched as Shirō Makino happily collected Black Phantom's blood.
Is Shirō Makino going to sell Black Phantom's blood for money?
That shouldn't be the case.
It was too easy for this young man to make money. Selling paintings was enough, and selling his face was even easier!
Even if he was an idol who didn't know anything, countless fans would still pay for him.
Then, he was most likely collecting Black Phantom's blood to make talismans!
Yao Qian's identity as the number one middleman in Hundred Flowers City was not for nothing. He was experienced and knowledgeable.
He knew what kind of talismans Black Phantom's blood was used for.
A support type of curse-type talisman!
Weakening, slowing, and poison could all be drawn with Black Phantom's blood, and the effect was extraordinary.
Therefore, the types of talismans that Shirō Makino was good at were very likely not only in medical skills.
A Talisman Artist like this, no matter where he was or how much spiritual energy he had. Even if he had no hope of entering the higher realms in this lifetime, he would definitely be a genius that countless people dreamed of!
It would not be a loss to follow such a person and become his manager.
Shirō Makino looked at Yao Qian and said, "I have a question. Why do you have to find me?"
"I'm a little old, and I don't want to kneel to earn money anymore," Yao Qian said with a smile, but there was a hint of bitterness in his smile.
Was the number one middleman in Hundred Flowers City that impressive?
For many people, yes!
He did not lack money. After all these years, he had a net worth of hundreds of millions.
However, after so many years, it might be an exaggeration to say that he had been kneeling to earn money, but it was not wrong to say that he had been bending over to earn money.
To put it nicely, he was a middleman, but to put it bluntly, he was actually a waiter for the big shots!
When the big shots had a request, they would find him and state the request and the price that they could pay. Then, he would contact the people who could fulfill the request.
The big shots' temper was usually calm on the surface, but it might not be the case in private. And those who had the ability to fulfill the big shots' request, most of them did not have a good temper on the surface or in private.
If they gave face, they would call him Brother Yao. If they did not give face, who did they think they were?
"Does my money look good? Does it feel good to spend it? "
"Without me to feed you, parasites like you will starve to death, do you know that? If you know that, then hurry up and drink! Don't reject me when I give you face … "
"Little Yao, you haven't been doing very well recently. How long have you been delaying that task of mine? Hehe, I don't care what the reason is. I'm paying you, not listening to your long-winded explanation … "
When he was young, he had been hot-blooded and impulsive.
However, after his impulsiveness, he had to face the cold and cruel reality again — money or face?
As a middleman, if you wanted face, you would not be able to earn money.
But many times, even if you wanted face, you might not be able to earn money.
Not only that, you would often receive a lot of ridicule and humiliation.
If he had not met Shirō Makino, he would have even wanted to wash his hands of this profession and stay at home with his wife to make a baby.
It was just that he had accumulated too many clients over the years, and there were also many people looking for him. Many of them were difficult to reject. Besides, he was still very young. In this world where the average lifespan of ordinary people was more than 200 years, he could still be considered a child in his forties.
Shirō Makino looked at Yao Qian and nodded. "I don't need a manager."
Yao Qian's eyes were slightly gloomy, and he smiled bitterly. Just as he was about to say something, he heard Shirō Makino continue. "I only need a partner."
Yao Qian: "???"
He stared at Shirō Makino for a long time.
Shirō Makino said, "Although you are a partner, your share of the profits is still 5%."
Was there any difference between this and a manager? Was there?
Yao Qian stared blankly at Shirō Makino for a long time, and then said, "Let's go, I'll take you to see someone!"
"Now?"
"Yes, now." Yao Qian said, turned on his communicator, and said respectfully in front of Shirō Makino, "Is this Manager Sun? It's me, Xiao Yao. Yes, it's me. I have someone with me who might be able to help Mr. Sun's illness. Yes, Talisman Artist … "
Turning off the communicator, Yao Qian looked at Shirō Makino and said, "They have time now. Let's go, we'll go now!"
The streets gradually calmed down, and all kinds of huge screens broadcasted the news that had just happened.
"This time, a total of five dimensional space entrances suddenly appeared. A White Raging Kong, a Black Phantom, and more than twenty Saber-toothed Cat escaped, causing a total of fifteen deaths and more than a hundred injuries. Currently, the situation is under control, and the dimensional beings have also been eliminated. Most citizens can now travel with peace of mind …"
"A squad leader of the city guards was interviewed and said that the reason why Black Phantom did not cause more casualties was because of the help of the Talisman Artist. It was said that he was a very young Talisman Artist. The video did not capture the young Talisman Artist's face, but here, let us thank the young Talisman Artist who helped out … "
The smart taxi that they were in was broadcasting the current news at the same time.
Yao Qian glanced at Shirō Makino and said, "Change your hat when we get back."
Shirō Makino nodded in agreement.
The smart taxi quickly left the city and headed in the opposite direction of Shirō Makino's house. After driving for more than half an hour at more than 300 kilometers per hour, they arrived at a quiet and elegant place.
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