They all call me an Outer God.

Everything is ready, the time, the place, the people, everything is prepared perfectly.

What else is not well prepared?

Sullivan reached into his pocket, and the new and somewhat stiff fabric rubbed his joints a little painfully.

These luxury goods are sometimes expensive not because of their excellent quality, but simply because they rely on the brand name to engage in price wars. In fact, they will be completely damaged after just one cleaning.

But that also played into the hands of the capitalists, as they never thought that someone would use luxury goods repeatedly as permanent items.

The best luxury goods are those that break after being used once. When they break, you throw them away and then buy more.

"Damn rich people."

Sullivan took out a bottle of breath freshener from his pocket and sprayed it into his mouth again. After making sure that it was correct, he showed a smile that made him sick, signaling the killer hiding in the dark not to act rashly.

He had to make sure everything was perfect. He originally wanted to kill only one person, but when he saw the capitalists walking around in front of him with their heads raised to the sky, he changed his mind.

He wants to kill everyone here.

The money these people have is all extorted from the people.

He's just doing the right thing, there's nothing wrong with that.

Sullivan's eyes twisted for a moment, but he quickly covered it up.

He continued walking towards the golf course.

With his forged identity, no one suspected him, and the hired killers sneaked in by pretending to be the viscount's eldest son's entourage.

Each group of people entering the venue had a butler to lead the way, and Sullivan was assigned one as expected.

The man was a middle-aged man with a white beard. He called himself Fred and simply called Sullivan "Master Lestin."

"Master, didn't the Viscount come with you this time?"

"My father was too busy to have time, but he thought I would like the atmosphere here so he asked me to come and relax."

Sullivan spoke his prepared words without changing his expression, but this did not arouse Fred's suspicion. Fred just continued to explain golf course-related content to Sullivan with a smile on his face.

"This time our master has invited a total of 58 guests, all of whom are political allies. Playing golf together to relax is just a cover. Our real entertainment activities are much more interesting than this."

"What fun things have you prepared this time? It won't be boring, will it?"

Sullivan remained expressionless. To be honest, he was a little impressed with himself for being able to disguise himself to such an extent.

Maybe he was a natural born killer? He couldn't help laughing at himself.

Fred continued to explain: "We will hold an auction later. Since you are the eldest son of the Viscount, you must have prepared enough money and property."

"Isn't this nonsense?" Sullivan snorted coldly, but he was panicked inside.

What kind of property? No one had told him before that there would be an auction here. What should he do? After buying those things and hiring those people, he had very little money left! What if someone discovered that his identity was fake in advance? His plan would be ruined!

"I've heard for a long time that the Lestin family is extremely wealthy. I believe that your spending this time will not be inferior to your father's. Haha, I'm already looking forward to seeing you spend a lot of money at the auction."

Fred smiled so hard that all the wrinkles on his face gathered together, completely ignoring Sullivan's inner worries.

Sullivan was thinking about whether he should take action in advance, but taking action now would only alert the enemy. He hadn't even seen the face of his real enemy yet.

Everyone here must die, and the Earl is the one who must die.

"Will the Count also go to the auction?" he asked. "Of course, and the Count will sit in the special seat. Most of the items for this auction are provided by the Count. You will definitely be interested. Even if you are not interested, your father will surely remind you what to buy and take back."

Fred reminded him again, and Sullivan smiled on his face, but he felt darker inside.

He clenched his teeth and reached into his pocket again out of habit, only to feel something cold and hard there unexpectedly.

This touch made Sullivan feel like he was struck by lightning. For a moment, he didn't know whether he was more frightened or ecstatic.

He was too familiar with this thing. If it weren't for this thing, he wouldn't have been able to sneak into a place where only the upper class could come. But hadn't he already spent this thing? ?

Gold coin! That gold coin is back!

This is a special gold coin.

【Only special people can get it】

[If you still have a conscience, please put it back to where it was, because it does not belong to anyone. It is a free gold coin with independent consciousness, and it is on a journey]

[If you are in trouble, you can make a wish to it, and it will split into two gold coins to help you solve your urgent problem. You can take one of them to solve your trouble, but remember, there is no free lunch in the world, and your price will be accumulated]

[This gold coin will continue to generate new gold coins as the number of wishes is made, but remember, it is a free gold coin after all, and no one should or is qualified to take it away]

In an instant, Sullivan broke out in a cold sweat, and Fred finally realized that something seemed to be wrong with Sullivan: "What's wrong with you, Master?"

"Nothing. When does the auction start? I have plenty of money."

"You can enter in an hour. Before that, please enjoy the beautiful scenery around you. We just used 5 billion tons of water to irrigate the grass of the golf course."

"..."

Sullivan took a deep breath and stopped looking at the other person.

"I want to go around with my followers by myself. You don't have to follow me."

"Yes."

The housekeeper is very professional.

Sullivan also took the opportunity to finally get rid of the annoying housekeeper and found a secluded corner. At this time, he took out the gold coin from his pocket, his hands shaking.

"It's really you. Why did you come back at this time? Is this also the instruction of the Lord of Trade?"

The gold coin naturally couldn't speak, but Sullivan, holding it, thought about it again and again, and finally made a wish to it.

"I'm very short of money now. I need lots and lots of money!"

[How much is a lot? ]

This seemed to be the first time the gold coin spoke to him.

[Make a wish to me, and I can give you wealth that you will never imagine in your lifetime. Your wealth may even be higher than the total wealth of everyone here. This money may even be enough for you to buy the entire Endles.]

"I don't need that much!" Sullivan was even a little flustered when he heard this. "There is a price to pay for making a wish to you, but I will pay you back! I promise you."

[Are you concerned about my rules? ]

[Don't be silly, the rules are dead, I am alive, you don't need to care about the rules at all, make a wish to me, I can give you wealth that you can't imagine in this life! You don't need to pay any price]

(End of this chapter)