The Devil’s Cage Chapter 66: Own a city

After the call with Great Swamp ended, Kieran did not go to Flame City for the first time.

He still has some things to deal with.

It's getting deeper.

The temple dinner began to come to an end.

A dinner without Kieran appears just as God of Forest City will not appear at the dinner.

Without the "Spirit" dinner, it was destined to be even more lively. The guests raised their glasses and smiled and greeted each other. The small circles formed by each collided and merged with each other.

The purpose of the dinner is not is that right?

Indicate obedience and expand contacts.

Malton is glowing red, tonight he seems to be the main lead of the dinner.

Of course, it seems to be.

The real main lead is not here, and the main lead in sequence is whispering to those who are truly worth communicating in the corners.

Envy flashed in Malton's eyes.

Even if he is now in the position of Hermea.

But compared to the older Hermeyer, the younger Malton has greater ambitions.

The position in front of you...

Just a starting point.

So, when I saw the that person old monk coming out of the corner, the Malton, which had been prepared for a long time, immediately walked over with wine glass.

The location he chose is very good.

Even, in my mind, Malton has already thought about speaking, and has practiced silently countless times.

The opportunity is always reserved for those who are prepared.

Malton is convinced of this sentence.

As if he was convinced that he would succeed next.

"Good evening..."

Malton greetings politely.

Then there is only one pair of muddy both eyes left in his world.

Gradually, the both eyes of muddy became clear, just like the creek in the jungle near his childhood, cool and bottomed out.

The body is bathed in warm sunlight.

There are bugs and bird calls in the ears.

The days...

I really miss it.

Involuntarily, Malton sighed.

Next, a question appeared on his heart.

Why don’t I go back to my original life?

My initial purpose was just to exchange a sharp axe for my father and a set of kitchen utensils for my mother. I only came out to work for this.

But now, how long has it been since I visited them?

The last time was at the end of the year, just a hurry at the dining table.

What did they say?

They seem to be old.

They seem unhappy.

They seem...

Lonely.

Inexplicably, Malton's eyes were hot.

When tears came out, he still saw the muddy both eyes.

When it came to the mouth, Malton swallowed back.

At this time, it is not appropriate to speak.

Not to mention.

But, at least the other party showed goodwill, didn't it?

"Thank you."

Malton said habitually.

For people who are helpful to themselves, Malton is always so polite no matter what their attitude is.

After nodding a smile at Malton, the old monk turned and continued walking.

Malton looked at the other person's back, and it didn't look away until it disappeared.

He heart recalled what he just thought about.

Finally, he shook his head.

He, he was no longer that time.

He, it is impossible to let his temperament come.

He needs to know the trade-offs.

For the next time, Malton seemed to have nothing happened. He continued to carry wine glass and walked among the guests who were about to leave.

When the last guest left, Malton left the temple.

Moreover, before leaving, he once again gave a small gift to each Funeral Society member stationed in the temple.

Exquisite and not expensive, but the kind that seems extremely attentive.

"Boss, there will be two meetings tomorrow morning."

"Several customers of Myraid City will come in the afternoon."

"This is the destination file you must have today."

Just sitting in the car, the secretary said a stack of documents while handing it over.

Malton took it silently and began to read through the lights in the car.

The secretary patted the driver’s seat lightly.

She knew she couldn’t disturb Malton at this time.

Similarly, she also knows that her boss will return to the company to sleep because of the meeting tomorrow morning.

The car is moving smoothly and at a constant speed.

However, just after reaching the crossroad in front of the temple, Malton suddenly made a noise.

"Wait!"

"Go to the suburban villa first."

"And..."

"Prepare two gifts for me, my parents, they are older, don’t choose... forget, drive to the place where you can still buy gifts now."

"I picked it myself."

Malton said.

The secretary looked at his boss in surprise, as if meeting the other party for the first time, but immediately, the secretary recovered.

"Okay."

"I know a place."

"They are open all night."

"Also, tomorrow morning’s meeting?"

"Hold as usual."

The car started again.

This time, instead of stopping, I went straight to my destination, at a faster but smoother speed.

The plan has not changed.

It's just that life has changed.

As for good or bad?

Who knows?

That's the benevolence, and Sage sees wisdom.

Alternatively, if people drink water to warm and cool themselves.

......

The old monk staggered to the Kieran, his hands folded.

"Your Highness."

In the discourse~IndoMTL.com~ The old monk bent slightly.

"Uh."

"Good job."

Kieran said lightly.

"He did a good job, not me."

The old monk is not surprised that Kieran knows everything. In this city, who can hide the gods who own this city? The old monk smiled and shook his head, saluting again: "Thank you for what you have done for Tanya ."

"I don't like to owe human relationships, so I just pay them back."

Kieran said truthfully.

"So, it is more appreciated."

The old monk laughed again, and the folds on his face were stacked on top of the first floor layer, which was not ugly. Instead, he was kindly grateful.

However, Kieran does not want to discuss this issue anymore.

"Do you know that you can make Blacksmith similar to Treasure item and Potionist for special medicine?"

Kieran went straight to the theme.

What do you do when you have absolute ownership of a city?

There are too many things that can be done.

But for Kieran, there is only one thing: use this city to produce and manufacture more points.

The sale of item and medicine is definitely the first choice!

Perhaps, within Giant City, he cannot do this.

Each Player has a sense of self.

Even with the Broker method, there is no guarantee of foolproofness.

The city in Dungeon World is different now.

He is a ‘spirit’ in the eyes of native.

His words are oracle.

He can get a steady stream of resources here.

As for time?

Kieran already knew that there would be no perfection in the world, and he would not be entangled in such a thing.

Not to mention, the most important thing now: the answer of the old monk.

Under the watch of Kieran, the old monk spoke.

The old monk said...