God-level Store Manager

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Dream Building Office.

Herman hasn't been living well these days.

Mainly the owner of the coffee shop.

He only went once!

You shouldn’t be so self-willed to open a store. Open and close as you like.

Sooner or later it will go bankrupt!

But it seems that the boss named Luochuan doesn't care about business at all.

hateful!

Jodyss naturally noticed Herman's strangeness, and asked with concern.

The result is naturally self-evident. Herman kept the coffee shop very strict and refused to disclose anything.

Seeing him like this, Joyce was a little angry, but didn't say much.

She understands Herman's character.

Knight Commander Erhard came to the dream building office in the evening, frowning.

"I said, what happened to you again?" Herman put down the newspaper and took a sip of scented tea slowly.

Erhard sighed and sat down on the sofa to himself: "How did you investigate the bombing case some time ago?"

"Nightcrawler, Rona," Herman whispered.

"Nightcrawler?!" Erhard's voice involuntarily raised a few pitches.

Jodice frowned and cast a slightly dissatisfied look at him.

Erhard smiled happily, feeling an inexplicable fear of Herman's assistant.

While lowering his voice, he couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Rona the Nightcrawler?! Are you sure that your news is correct?"

Obviously, he knew the horror of the legendary Nightcrawler.

The Red Maple Street bombing was just something he could do easily.

"I have nothing to lie to you?" Herman shook his head.

"This is troublesome." Erhard couldn't sit still, got up from the sofa, and walked back and forth.

"Nightcrawler... a legendary powerhouse, this is a walking curse..."

While walking, he was muttering, frowning and worried.

"If you don't provoke, this forbidden curse won't break out." Xu Shi looked annoyed, and Herman couldn't help saying.

"...That's right." Erhard turned around twice, feeling that Herman's words made sense, and sat down again.

Of course, the main reason is the horror of the legendary powerhouse. Even if the Cavaliers take action, there is no guarantee that they will be kept.

"It's impossible to catch it. You should know the strength of the legendary powerhouse." Herman shook his head.

It was simple for him to tell the news about Rona. After all, the two parties were just ordinary acquaintances, and only a name was revealed. He wouldn't care if he wanted to come.

"Legendary powerhouse..." Erhard sighed.

The legend is basically equivalent to the existence of the Venerable Tianlan Continent, the kind of personal strength that can compete with the army.

If it breaks out in the city... it must be a disaster.

Because of the Wanhua Fair, the bombing was forcibly suppressed, and only the folks occasionally heard some rumors.

Most of them are saying things like "That fellow Albuque died so well", which shows how his reputation is in people's hearts.

Herman coughed slightly, with a smile on his face: "That's all for the entrusted business, the rest of my half reward..."

Erhard laughed blankly, then took out a piece of special paper from his arms: "The remaining half a million."

Seeing Herman accepting it with a smile, Erhard sighed a little helplessly and enviously: "To be honest, I got a million dollars so easily, it made me jealous."

Herman's task is to find the maker of the bombing, which has now been completed.

"Easy? That's just on the surface." Herman took the money away, his expression extremely serious, "It's a big mistake, not only cumbersome, but also full of danger."

Erhard chuckled, showing an expression of "Believe in you to have ghosts".

Jodyss did not speak, but read the book quietly, right when the two did not exist.

"I heard that something seems to have happened to Sonia recently, and you look pretty busy." Herman said without reason.

"It's really busy." Ahad looked haggard. "As we approach the Wanhua Expo, everything is getting a lot. Recently, some Black Mist cultists have come in and are busy pulling them out."

He and Herman are close friends, and the latter is also involved in many official matters, and is considered a half official, so there is no need to shy away from talking.

"Black Mist Cultist?" Herman raised his eyebrows, seemingly interested, "It sounds interesting, what do they believe in?"

Koruo and Tianlan Continent are different. In their world view, gods are real.

Such as the god of magic, the god of nature, and the god of shadow.

Of course, it is precisely because of this that there have been many strange gods, either violent or crazy.

According to the normal classification criteria, they are called Ability Gods or Cthulhus.

"It seems to be the Lord of the Black Mist." Erhard scratched his head and said with some uncertainty, "After all, the thoughts of these heretics are difficult to understand with normal people's thinking."

"Lord of the Black Mist? Never heard of..." Herman frowned, and did not find relevant information in his memory.

...

Similar to a teleportation light gate constructed by a system, the surrounding scenes were slightly distorted, and Luo Chuan came to a strange place.

It seems to be a church, tens of meters high, with a pointed roof, but the light is a bit poor.

Clouds cover the bright moon and the stars, and occasionally there will be a few muffled thunders, mixed with weird winds.

In the center of the church is a huge altar with a diameter of about ten meters. The surface is inscribed with weird magic inscriptions, which emits a strange red light under the action of magic.

Around the altar, there was a circle of people in black robes with large hats, their faces hidden in the darkness.

"The great immortal existence, the eternal Lord of the Black Mist, offers you a sincere sacrifice and prays for your coming to the world..."

There was a man in black robes who looked like he was doing weird rituals. The black robe he wore was a bit special with red lines on it.

The magic power surging all over, finally gathered in the inscriptions carved on the surface of the altar.

Above the altar, there is an object that looks like a metal plate.

It seems that this should be the so-called sacrifice.

The people in black robes were chanting obscure words in a low voice, echoing in this empty church.

In the depths of the words, greed and desire are hidden.

Suddenly, some terrifying coercion came here, making people breathless.

A faint black mist rose from the surroundings, and the wind outside the window gradually disappeared.

I don't know when the chanting stopped. Everyone looked at the changes at the altar in a daze, and didn't recover for a while.