Inside Naveya, most of the shops were gathered around the market. Occasionally, there would be one or two special shops set up in the wealthy and noble district.
Although Old Vinny's shop was a special shop, it wasn't located in the wealthy and noble district.
It was located at the edge of the civilian district: the graveyard district.
As a coffin shop, it was appropriate for Old Vinny's shop to be set up in the graveyard district.
As for business?
Old Vinny would never worry about it.
In the whole of Naveya, no one would compete with him for business.
However, it didn't mean Old Vinny would relax.
In fact, Old Vinny, who was also the graveyard watcher in the graveyard district and had 8 apprentices under him, had already reached the age of retirement.
Yet, he still did everything himself.
Just like today, Old Vinny changed into his cleanest and most fitting clothes and brought all his apprentices to the entrance of the shop, respectfully welcoming the big shot that was about to arrive.
The battle that happened in the temple district that day, Old Vinny had heard about it since he was in the graveyard district.
Needless to say, the big shot had already sent his servant to inform him.
Old Vinny wasn't surprised about the battle in the temple district.
One must know that when he was young, a huge battle would break out in the temple district every month.
Back then, it was also the busiest time for him. His stingy teacher even wanted to whip his apprentices, forcing them to work 24 hours a day without rest.
He wouldn't be as merciful as Old Vinny. All he did was let his apprentices finish their work and take turns to patrol the graveyard, giving them half a day of rest every week.
Once he thought about how he would have to pay a meal a day and 10 copper coins a month for each apprentice, Old Vinny felt his teacher was being too generous.
"No, no, no!
I can't go on like this anymore!
Even a mountain of gold is built with copper coin after copper coin!
I'm getting old, this place is too cold and damp, I need to go to the warmer and quieter wealthy district to buy a house and spend the rest of my life there! From now on, every one of them will get 8 … No, no, 5 copper coins will be enough and their work will have to be doubled! "
Old Vinny's eyes were looking at the end of the street as he calculated in his heart.
He was looking forward to it with anticipation.
After all, even when he was young, a 'big business' of 110 coffins was not something that he had seen often.
This was not a thin coffin used by the poor. It was a profitable business in the truest sense. If he could do a few more big deals like this, his dream of moving to the rich district would come true.
Of course, Old Winnie didn't show it on his face and maintained his sorrowful look.
With enough age and experience, Old Winnie understood that as a coffin maker, he knew what kind of expression he should use to face his customers.
But after a long time, the sorrowful expression on Old Winnie's face had already stiffened, and he still hadn't seen the big shot who should have arrived long ago.
"Let's go take a look. What happened?"
"Wait!"
"I'll go myself. You guys wait here."
Old Vinny said to one of the apprentices. However, as soon as the words left his mouth, Old Vinny suddenly remembered the identity of the VIP. If he only sent one apprentice, it would undoubtedly be neglecting the VIP. Only by going personally could he show his sincerity. Perhaps the VIP would be in a good mood and give him extra rewards.
When the thought came into his mind, Old Vinny didn't just change his words, he even sprinted along the road.
A while later, Old Vinny saw the wagon of the VIP.
And …
Beside the wagon were the bodies of the wagoner, the servants, the guards and the few people around the wagon.
Due to his occupation, Old Vinny wouldn't cry out in shock when he saw the bodies. When he saw the murderer, his reaction was no different than a common man.
He opened his mouth and wanted to cry out in shock.
But a sword was faster.
It slashed across Old Vinny's throat.
Old Vinny widened his eyes and fell to the ground.
Old Vinny who was full of schemes didn't understand what happened until he died.
Mizelle who was wielding the sword in his hand wouldn't explain to him either.
"Kill!"
Mizelle swung the bloodied sword at the wagon.
The assassins from Emerald Rock charged towards the carriage.
Each of them looked dull as if they were puppets but their speed was more than two times faster than before. The swords in their hands were gleaming wildly like venomous snakes, looking extremely strange.
"As expected of the killers from Emerald Rock!"
A voice sounded from inside the wagon.
There wasn't panic, instead, there was slight praise.
At the same time, a divine spell radiance was fired out from the wagon, binding the Emerald Rock killers and Mizelle on the spot.
Then, the wagon door was slowly pushed open.
A middle-aged priest came down from the wagon.
He was sizing up the killers with a curious gaze.
With his knowledge, it was obvious that he noticed something was wrong with the Emerald Rock Assassin.
"Death Warriors trained through a special method?"
Not only did he erase a common man's thoughts, he even overdrafted his life to achieve his goal of growing his strength … That King of Killers is really cruel! "
As he spoke, he walked towards Mizelle.
Mizelle who had a normal expression was extremely eye-catching among the group of Emerald Rock assassins who were stunned.
"You have your own thoughts, so you are their leader?
"Then, you will be the one to tell me where your secret hideout is!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and a strand of divine radiance immediately flickered in his palm.
The radiant palm slowly approached Mizelle.
Mizelle struggled with all his might but under the restraints of the divine spell, his struggles were useless.
It might even produce the opposite effect.
The more he struggled, the easier it would be for the divine spell to be cast.
One needed to know that Sin Temple was the best at this.
The priest purposely slowed down his speed, allowing Mizelle to struggle with all his might.
The short distance between them took a full second.
Just as Kieran was about to place his hand on Mizelle's forehead with a smile on his face, the hand that was flickering with divine radiance flew into the air.
The priest was stunned.
Then, a tremendous pain entered his mind.
"Aaaargh!"
After a painful cry, the scream was stopped abruptly.
[Dandelion's Pierce] pierced the priest's throat and spun around swiftly, slicing off the priest's head.
Kieran slowly walked out from the shadows.
He squinted his eyes when he saw the Sin Temple priest on the ground.
"Have you asked for help from the other temples?"
As expected of the rich and overbearing Wealth Temple!
But … "
"I don't mind having too many enemies!
Enemies like you, the more the merrier! "
Kieran muttered softly as he picked up the Magic rank spoils of war from the priest's body.
When he told Thorn Temple's archpriest and officiant about his plan, Kieran already knew Wealth Temple would do this.
Wealth Temple wasn't an idiot.
They had a clear understanding of Kieran's strength and if the Knight Order was annihilated, they would surely request for reinforcements.
However, Kieran didn't think it would be this fast.
But just like what Kieran said, he didn't care.
In fact, he wished for more enemies like Kieran.
Who would complain about having too many spoils of war?
Besides, there might be some unexpected rewards in the future!
Kieran thought for a few seconds before he gave an order to the Emerald Rock killers who were controlled by secret spells. Including Mizelle, everyone started to clean up the battlefield.
Kieran couldn't help but nod in satisfaction when he saw the Emerald Rock killers' simple and quick actions.
Tiki's secret spells were quite decent and the men that were meticulously trained by Reppu had a good foundation as well.
After activating the last step of Tiki's secret spells, the killers who were trained by Reppu immediately obeyed Kieran's orders. Compared to their loyalty to Reppu, the killers didn't just listen to Kieran's orders, their strength had been greatly boosted as well.
The strongest among them had reached the level of a veteran player and the weakest one was a few times stronger than a common man.
Although they didn't have their own intellect and without Kieran's clear orders, all they had was their basic instincts but once they accepted Kieran's orders, they would be as precise as a robot.
"Maybe I can further strengthen these puppets."
Kieran thought as he recalled the secret spells related to Tiki in his mind.
But that was a matter for the future.
Now?
It would be to complete his mission.
Wealth Temple didn't just need a coffin, they also needed enough candles, food and daily necessities.
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