Chapter 911
Inside Naveya City, most of the shops were located around the market .
Occasionally, there were one to two special jewelry stores opened in the wealthy and noble district .
Old Vennie's stop was a special one but it wasn't located in the wealthy and noble district but at the edge of the commoner district: the graveyard area .
As a coffin shop, it was very appropriate for Old Vennie to set up shop there and as for the business, Old Vennie would never have to worry about it .
No one else in the whole of Naveya would try to compete with him in the coffin selling business but it didn't mean Old Vennie could relax .
In fact, Old Vennie was also the gravekeeper at the graveyard and he had around eight disciples under him .
He had reached retirement age long ago but he still preferred to do everything himself .
Just like today, Old Vennie had put on his cleanest and best clothes while bringing all of his disciples to stand outside of his shop, welcoming the arriving VIP .
Old Vennie had heard about the battle that went down at the temple district despite him being at the graveyard .
Other than that, the VIP had sent servants to inform him as well .
Old Vennie wasn't surprised at the battle though because, during his younger days, a big battle would happen once a month at the temple district .
Back then, which were also his busiest days, Old Vennie's stingy teacher even hoped that whipping his disciples would make them worked 24 hours a day non-stop, but Old Vennie wasn't his teacher, he wasn't as ruthless .
As long as Old Vennie's disciples were able to complete their duties and patrol the graveyards in shifts, Old Vennie would reward them with a half day of rest each week .
However, he still had to provide a meal a day and pay his disciples 10 copper coins each per month and when the thought hit him, Old Vennie thought he was being too generous .
"No, no, no! I can't do this anymore! A gold mountain is built by pieces of copper coins! I am old enough, this place is too frigid . I need to settle down in a warmer and quieter place, like the wealthy district! I can buy a house there and live out the rest of my life . I guess I'll have to decrease the monthly payment to 8 . . . no, no, no, 5 copper coins! I'll also have to increase their workload!"
Old Vennie was looking at the end of the street while he was calculating in his mind .
He was on quite excited .
After all, a huge deal of 110 coffins was quite rare even in his younger days .
It wasn't the thin coffins of the poor but the coffins that would truly earn him profits . If he could secure a few more deals like this, his dream of moving to the wealthy district would arrive sooner than later .
Of course, Old Vennie didn't show his excitement on his face; his face was still looking slightly sorrowful .
His age and experience allowed Old Vennie to understand what kind of expression he should use in dealing with his customer as a coffin maker .
However, a while had gone by and even the sorrowful face on Old Vennie had started to freeze but still, he didn't see the VIP that he was waiting for .
"Go have a look at what happened . "
"Wait, nevermind . I'll go myself, you guys wait here . "
Old Vennie was speaking to one of his disciples but the moment the words escaped his mouth, he suddenly realized that given the VIP's identity, if he really sent a disciple to welcome them, it will do nothing but delay the process . Old Vennie needed to do this himself so he could show his sincerity in the deal and maybe if the VIP is in a good mood, he could get an extra tip .
Old Vennie quickly changed his orders and even walked as fast as he could along the street .
After a while, Old Vennie spotted the VIP's wagon and… the bodies of the Wagoner, servants, and guards around it!
Old Vennie's occupation saved him from common cries when one saw a dead body but when he saw the killer, his reaction was no different than a common man .
He opened his mouth and wanted to scream but a sword was faster as it grazed Old Vennie's throat .
Old Vennie who was having complicated calculations in his mind didn't know what in the hell happened until his last breath .
Mizelle who wielded the sword wouldn't provide an explanation either .
"KILL!"
Mizelle pointed his bloody sword at the wagon and the hidden Emerald Rock killers sprung out from the surroundings, they threw themselves at the wagon .
Each of the killers shared a dull expression as though they were puppets but their speed was a few times faster than usual; the swords in their hand were glaring brightly and coldly like a venomous viper, showing off its viciousness .
"So these are the killers from Emerald Rock!"
A voice sounded from within the wagon .
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