"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.

he wanted to do it from the start. But seeing the furious look on Huub's face, he did not dare to

funeral services, only for them to snap

money, so he only smiled awkwardly without insulting

he shook his head in exasperation and sighed softly. "I thought that gentleman on the floor was a savant, taking a liking to the flower I made and was eager

Nonetheless, as the geezer

and headed behind

started

ging.

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

will be here soon," Huub replied half-heartedly, his eyes

a fake flower that looked very much like it was alive

Let's talk later," he said, and

a hand, stopping his goon from leaving

at

did not

and instead turned toward

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