Fantasy: God-level Store Manager

Dream Building Office.

Herman has not been living well these days.

Mainly the owner of the coffee shop.

He only went once!

You shouldn’t be so headstrong when you open a store.

Sooner or later it will go bankrupt!

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

hateful!

Jodys naturally noticed Herman's strangeness, and asked with a kind of concern.

The result is 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.

Jodis 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 do with you?" Herman shook his head.

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

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

While walking, he was muttering, frowning, worried.

"If you don't provoke it, this forbidden curse won't erupt." Herman couldn't help saying that Xu was annoying.

"...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, you should know the strength of the legendary powerhouse if you want to." 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 would not care if he wanted to come.

"Legendary power..." 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 Expo, 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: "This is the end of 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, it makes me jealous to get a million so easily."

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".

Joyce did not speak, and 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 Fair, 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 a lot of official affairs. They are 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 **** of magic, the **** of nature, and the **** 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 uncertainly, "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 looks like a church, tens of meters in height, with a pointed roof, but the light is a bit poor.

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

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

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

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

It looks like 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 blankly, and didn't recover for a while.

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