"What the hell?"

Huub's expression was as cold as ice.

He always knew that undertakers were so eloquent that they could give fortune tellers a run for their money. However, nothing they ever said would be true, as it was all a sales pitch.

And Huub could not care less about people like them, so he snorted and turned to leave.

"Hey now, sir!"

Seeing that Huub was going to abandon his unconscious goon, the unscrupulous geezer hurried to him and started rambling, "You could let me handle his funeral matters. I promise that it will be my finest work. The deposit would be..." As his eyes narrowed in glee and he rubbed his hands at Huub, his intention could not have been clearer.

"Fuck off!" Huub's other goon barked.

He had come to see what was this Bloodcrane Spiritbloom his colleague found, only for him to bring them to such a dank, gloomy place.

And as it turned out, his colleague messed up big time.

from the start. But seeing the furious look on Huub's

for funeral services, only for them to snap at

their looks, they had money, so he only

was a savant, taking a liking to the flower I made and was eager to show you. But now... I guess no one appreciates art these days!" "Watch your mouth!" the goon snapped at the geezer again, still holding back

Nonetheless, as the geezer

and headed behind his shoplet,

started

ging.

other than Helen, who urged Huub politely despite her anxiety, "Has the herb arrived, Mr. Droitner? The kidnapper has just called again, threatening to hurt my uncle in two hours if she still doesn't see

fine, it's fine. It will be here soon," Huub replied half-heartedly, his eyes

very much like it was alive

talk later,"

held out a hand, stopping his goon from leaving the nameless shoplet. "What

looked at him in

not explain

toward the

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