Super Righteous Player

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky. Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist. Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody. Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell. Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly— "Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you." Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, "the Just", the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.

Not praying for ten strings · ACG

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Chapter 332: The Reward Mechanism of the Silver Baron Church_1

Delectable Goose opened the carriage door and glanced briefly outside.

It was easily noticeable that they were now in front of a narrow alley.

People were coming and going around them—not exactly crowded, but certainly not deserted.

At least there was no need to worry about being suddenly bagged over the head and whisked away while chatting...

This somewhat eased Delectable Goose's mind.

—At least it wasn't the routine of being silenced immediately after bringing in the goods.

In that case, the contract must still be in effect.

After all, the contract was obtained from the Silver Baron church...and their dealings also fell within the scope of "trade," still under the watchful eye of the Silver Baron.

Until the contract was fulfilled...huh?

A thought struck Delectable Goose as he got out of the carriage and asked:

"Should I bring the wine?"

"No need, I'll have you back here shortly."

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