Mystery: The Transcendental Path From Angels

　　 "The four to fifty thousand gold pounds can't be lower!" Olbia said tentatively.

"No!"

　　 "Soul Dan! You old man, if you don't believe it or not, I smashed your church."

　　? (▼ヘ▼#)

　　'S answer as always made Orvia completely angry.

　　 Isn’t your own face worth a penny?

　　 "I don't have money either!" Bishop Anthony was aggrieved.

　　 "You have no money! You are a liar! You say you have no money for such a big church."

　　Olvia obviously didn't intend to buy his account.

　　 "There is really no money!"

　　 Bishop Anthony is also anxious.

　　 came out from behind the baffle and explained:

　　 "The profit of our church depends on the donations that entrepreneurs give us every year."

　　 "And some small head income, only four to five million pounds a year."

　　 "The annual expenditure of these money is a bit reluctant, how can there be money."

　　 "You didn't lie to me?" Olbia looked suspiciously at the bad old man in front of her.

　　 Anthony also knew Alvia’s suspicion, and quickly spent a crimson moon ceremony on his chest: "I swear in the name of my lord, everything I say is true."

　　 Seeing Anthony swear to the goddess, Alvia believed what he said this time.

　　 After all, Andoni is a fanatic of the goddess of the night, it is impossible to blaspheme for some money.

　　 "Then what can you do to make money." Orvia asked Bishop Anthony.

　　 "Actually, there is a way." Anthony asked Olbia: "It's to hold a church."

　　 Host a church?

　　 Olbia was full of question marks.

"Um?"

　　 Anthony explained: "As long as you are willing to hold churches where there is no night church."

　　 "Then, those entrepreneurs will give you donations."

　　 "Then I can run away after I get the money." Orvia hesitated.

　　 Isn't this cheating money?

　　 "No~no~no. You need to use the money to form a church, and then run it for a few years, and it will be profitable."

　　 "How many years of business? How many years?" Olbia accurately grasped the key point in Anthony's words.

　　 "Well! More than ten years or decades." Archbishop Anthony replied according to his own experience.

Over ten years!

　　 Isn’t the day lily all cold?

　　 Olbia was a little depressed.

　　 Why is it so hard to make money!

　　 Olbia wanted to leave this place where she had let her blue thin shiitake mushrooms twice.

　　 "Hey! Lord Angel. I can help you to see if there are any good jobs introduced to you."

　　 "Where do you live?"

　　 Anthony said to the back of Alvia's departure.

　　 "Minsk Street 15!"

　　………………

　　 Olbia walked aimlessly on the street.

　　 is really full of hope and come back disappointed!

　　 In this situation, Orvia wants to send a song to herself.

　　 It seems that Klein’s soft rice will be eaten for a long time in the future.

　　 Olbia sighed.

　　 I didn't expect that a big man in my previous life would actually be reduced to the point where he wants to have a soft meal.

　　 is just a man's soft rice!

　　Life is not easy, the angel sighed.

　　 Olbia felt that the world had given her a powerful malice.

　　 Even if he is not born like Klein, he should be considered an illegitimate child anyway!

　　 Is it necessary to make myself so miserable?

　　 (PS: Author: No way readers love it. Sorry!)

　　 Olbia complained about the injustice of heaven while walking down the street.

　　 The most profitable way these years should be written in the law!

　　 Olbia wondered whether she could use her powerful strength to make money.

　　 After all, this world is not a society ruled by law in the previous life. As long as the world has the strength, you can do whatever you want.

　　 It seems that he can form a secret organization to solve problems for the rich.

　　 After all, the rich are best earning money.

　　 Olbia went back to Minsk Street unknowingly.

　　 Seeing that she had returned to the door, Olbia sighed and entered the door.

　　………………

　　 The concrete road was dirty due to long-term rain, and the gas street lamps on both sides of the adult man's height exude a bright but drenched light due to the moist glass cover.

　　 A rental carriage is driving in the night, and the surrounding pedestrians wear hats or umbrellas.

　　 Klein leaned against the side wall, idly admiring the streets of Backlund at night.

　　 Regarding the sealed artifacts mentioned by the old gentleman "Eye of Wisdom" at this gathering, he has not yet decided whether to buy it.

　　 At this moment, he suddenly felt that the temperature inside the car had dropped a lot.

　　 The cold wind whirled around.

　　 Klein turned his head abruptly, and he saw the lady bodyguard wearing a black gothic palace dress~www.novelmt.com~ she didn't know when she sat on the opposite side.

　　 She said in an illusory and erratic voice:

　　 "The'eye of wisdom' is aware of my existence."

　　 As expected...

　　 This was within Klein's expectation.

　　 Klein nodded unexpectedly:

　　 "He has several magical objects. Perhaps he was aware of these things. I even suspect that there is an organization behind him."

　　 Otherwise, relying solely on the power of the "Eye of Wisdom" itself, even after more than 30 years of time, it is impossible to collect several relatively powerful magical items.

　　 The former "Hurricane Lieutenant General" Zilingus, as one of the seven pirate generals, also has only one "creeping hunger."

　　Of course, the latter is more likely to have a high-sightedness and look down on ordinary magical items. After all, relying on "creeping hunger" can be comprehensive and has no weaknesses.

Um!

　　Eye of Wisdom is very rich and it is a reasonable explanation to organize so many parties.

　　I found the right magical item and took it at no cost. After more than 30 years, there are several collectibles that are not too unbelievable...

　　 Hey, this is the rhythm of having a mine at home or opening a bank...

　　 Klein murmured in his heart.

　　 He did not specifically mention that he actually guessed that the "eye of wisdom" was a member of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, or the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.

　　 I'm afraid of revealing the fact that I didn't just become an Extraordinary in front of Miss Bodyguard.

　　The bodyguard girl with light blonde hair nodded lightly, seeming to agree with Klein's suspicion.

　　 Suddenly, she frowned slightly and looked at the opposite car window:

　　 "A strong smell of blood."