"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.

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

funeral services, only for

they had money, so

the floor 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,

Nonetheless, as the geezer

headed behind his

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

fine, it's fine. It will be here

a fake flower that looked very much like it was alive and

busy right now. Let's talk later," he said, and hung

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

at him in

did not explain

turned toward the geezer. "Since you're

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