Chapter 642 - You Will Miss an Opportunity to Become Rich

Chapter 642: You Will Miss an Opportunity to Become Rich
Translator: 
Noodletown Translations 
 Editor: 
Noodletown Translations

In the game, players could have flying sword races and matches between the disciples of the Qionghua Faction, and many other things were added.
On the other hand, the system version re-created all the details in the forging and spirit injection of weapons.
In other words, unlike Diablo 2, the players didn’t have to spend lots of time to find the details and materials about the production of items and only start researching it after getting everything that they needed. Also, unlike Dungeon Fighter Online, they didn’t have to toss their items into a machine and leave their fate to chance. This time, they could experience and control the whole process of making items.
This was an artifact making skill for cultivators, and it wouldn’t be available to players until Murong Ziying joined the team. After all, only Murong Ziying knew this skill among the four teammates.
…


In the castle sitting in the highest position of the city, a middle-aged man dressed in an elegant aristocratic tuxedo was silently sitting behind a desk. His black tuxedo was exquisitely tailored, and his square face was wrinkled. However, his grey mustache gave him a genial and graceful look.
At this moment, a figure had just left in a huff, slamming the door behind him.
Indifferent, the man stood up and tended to the potted plants on the windowsill as if these flowers and plants were the center of his world.
These were not precious flowers but looked like the wild pale-yellow flowers that were blooming everywhere in the city.
Of course, it might be that these flowers were seen everywhere since they were his favorite.
Then, a woman wearing knight armor and with her blond hair pulled up in a pigtail walked in.

Oh…? I don’t remember that a junior knight can enter the City Administrator’s Office at will,
the middle-aged man said without turning his head.

I also don’t remember those promises that a man said to Mother before he forgot them the next second.
Helen didn’t look a bit meek.

Um…
The middle-aged man’s calm expression turned stiff before he said in a deep voice,
You should call me Father.

Helen turned her head sideways, and stubbornness appeared on her pretty face.


After a long pause, the middle-aged man seemed to give in first. He said mildly,
The messenger of the Judgement Godly Palace came to me a moment ago.


What did he want?
Seeming concerned, Helen turned her head back and asked the question.

Shut down,
the middle-aged man said.
He asked me to shut down the shop with official force.

Seeing Helen’s intense gaze on him, he shook his head and said,
I refused.

Seeming to sense her displeasure, he continued,
I didn’t do it to help you. After all, our Morning Light Empire is a nation of free faith, and it’s not right to allow the Judgement Godly Place to dominate others.


This is not the Radiant Light Godly Nation, and they can’t do whatever they want in this place.


It’s your decision; don’t expect gratitude from me.
Helen opened the door and walked out. When one of her feet was outside the door, she added,
That damn shop owner seems powerful; I don’t think he needs anyone’s help.


Okay.
Looking at Helen who was walking away, the middle-aged man shook his head and chuckled.
…

Damn it! He just married into power; he’s just a stupid lowly ant! What is he without the Hymia Family! What right does he have to refuse me?!
A vicious roar sounded in the godly palace; it came from Glass.



We have other plans.
At this moment, the red-robed senior priest walked over.
Anyway, we must deal with the assassins first. Without assassins, that shop’s assassin mystical realm will have no reason to exist.

Believe me, that shop owner is only an ignorant alchemist seeking his death. Anything is void before the force given by the almighty god. He will end up like the alchemist named Merlin from the Stan Kingdom.

At the mentioning those lofty existences, he sounded extremely reverent.
Glass asked,
When will the assassins be executed?


Two to three weeks later.


So long?
Glass asked in surprise.

Be patient,
The red-robed senior priest said,
We set up a great trap for them under the direction of St. Dulan. We’ll give the assassins more time to come and rescue the prisoners.


Of course. This way, we’ll capture all these damn assassins!
Glass sneered,
They probably don’t know. We must reserve many things and not show them to the public.

For example, they didn’t put every anti-assassination skill in their newly released mystical realm.
The red-robed senior priest said in a chilly voice,
If they think that those skills are all that we have, then they must pray to their great predecessor Altair to protect them in Hell! Hahaha!




Of course! We’ll have a real battle instead of a practice.

Laughter sounded in the palace.
…
Mr. Fang got up quite early this morning. It could be that the Legend of the Sword and Fairy 4 would be finally released today, or it could just be that it was a day with nice weather. Anyway, Mr. Fang walked downstairs before the opening time.
Used to Mr. Fang’s punctuality since he always opened the shop on time, no customers came to the shop at this hour.
It was quiet in the shop. After opening the door, Mr. Fang sat down on a couch with his breakfast; a bowl of instant noodles and a sausage.
At this moment, a handsome young man who looked to be in his twenties stopped at the door. He was wearing a white mage robe with blue edges and a pointy mage hat.
Travel-fatigued, he paused for a while outside the door before walking in.
At first glance, this man looked very young, but his eyes appeared as deep as the starry night sky. Also, he moved with a maturity and confidence that didn’t belong to a young man.

Sir, you run cultivation mystical realms?
He looked around the shop in surprise.


Waiting for the instant noodles to be ready, Mr. Fang drank a mouthful of Sprite and nodded casually.

Your shop… has little business…
This young man smiled as if he was trying to decide on what to say. After a while, he continued,
I think you need some help, maybe some guidance to success.


A guidance to success?
Mr. Fang looked at him in surprise.

Yes!
The ‘young mage’ who appeared to be in his twenties said,
I think you’re in luck, young man. With my help, your shop will be popular very soon.

While being stunned, Fang Qi carefully studied the customer before him.

??
While he was in a daze, the ‘young man’ took out a magic staff from his inner pocket as if he intended to add to his credibility and demonstrate something to convince Fang Qi.
He looked around and outside the door. After making sure that no one else was watching, he took out a stone and waved his magic staff, saying,
Do you see this stone? I’ll transform it into a magic crystal.


…

After pausing for a while, Mr. Fang seemed to finally understand, and he said,
I got it. You’re…


Of course I am!
While saying that, he thought, Now you know that I’m a great alchemist!


You’re a scammer, right?
Mr. Fang said.

Pu-!
This ‘young man’ almost dropped to the ground.
What?! I’m Merlin, a lofty level 9 mage. And you, a young shop owner, dare to call me a scammer?!
Do I look like a scammer?

You will miss an opportunity to become rich!