The Spirit World

Chapter 814 Five Hundred Gold Coins
Simone, Simone, no matter how much you plan, nothing can compare to Adjutant Neferi who can predict the future!
Simone's head was buzzing as he held the so-called reward, a whole bag of gold coins, real gold coins, five hundred gold coins.

In the Age of Destruction, disasters, riots, and tyranny were rampant, and the severity of material scarcity was evident. For ordinary people, owning a gold coin was a luxury.

And now, he has five hundred.

Simone did not come to admire General Ponabo's generosity, but was disappointed. He looked left and right with his crippled eyes, with so many evil ideas in his mind.

Thousands of plans to get in touch with the Millennium Immortal Coffin that "belonged to him" flashed through his mind, but they all failed without exception.

He originally wanted to obtain a large sum of money through this kind of gift and atone for his sins in this way.

Oddly enough, he actually did it...

He had basically settled the feud between the five hundred gold coins and the Undead Group, but he still felt uncomfortable and thought he should do something...

Because he felt like he had lost something very important that belonged to him...

Yes! It was the golden and silver coffin he presented as a gift!
That golden and silver coffin called the Millennium Immortality Coffin, the golden and silver coffin that can restore the defects of others, the Millennium Immortality Coffin that can give people eternal life! It should belong to him.

This is truly unprecedented and a crazy idea.

He really suffered a great loss. If he had not overheard what Adjutant Neferi said, he might never have been obsessed with this golden and silver coffin that saved his life and gave him five hundred gold coins - such a generous reward for the golden and silver coffin was such a great creation of God!

This is really! It made him feel very unhappy...

It was just a coffin made of gold, silver, diamonds, jade, and agate. It was understandable to present it to General Pangnapo. After all, compared to five hundred gold coins, being able to let him enjoy the bliss of the world in a place controlled by the Undead Group was also a win-win situation.

You know, he had offended General Pangnapo. The Undead Corps did not tear him to pieces, which was probably the most righteous act of all.

Now, in General Pangnapo's territory, he has a huge sum of 500 gold coins, and he doesn't have to worry about the Undead Group's strangulation, which is also a good thing...

At least... that's what he thought when he didn't know it was the god's golden and silver coffin.

And at that moment, he was somewhat moved by General Pangnapo's kindness...

Now that I think about it, if you weren’t the golden and silver coffin of the old gods, General Pangnapo probably wouldn’t be so generous… and certainly wouldn’t let him pass all the way to the center of the Undead Hall, the Undead Palace.

Judging from the fact that General Pangnapo, whom he had tricked, was seriously injured, he would probably be killed without a single trace left on the way.

This feeling of not being fooled but feeling fooled is definitely not a comfortable one...

There is one more point, which is the most important point. The woman in fiery red standing next to General Pangnapo, the woman who can predict the future, Adjutant Neferei, is really annoying!
The arrogance of the team, knowing clearly that Simeone would come, made Simeone really hate it.

Simeone certainly got the advantage, but compared to immortality, these "benefits" of 500 gold coins and not being hunted down are as insignificant as a mosquito leg, and he feels wronged just thinking about it.

Simone walked out of the hall. He shouldn't have been angry, or felt aggrieved and regretful, but he no longer had the spirit he had when he came to the Undead Corps to pay tribute.

Before knowing the origin of the gold and silver coffins, he could smile, but now... well... he left the Immortal Palace with an almost gloomy face.

The purse is naturally heavy.

If it means immortality, who cares about such a small amount of money...

Don't think about it, don't think about it, maybe that woman was deceiving him... But how could Adjutant Neferei lie to General Pangnapo... She wouldn't lie to the general by saying that this gold and silver coffin can make him immortal...

Anyway, in front of Adjutant Neferi who could predict the future, General Pangnapo listened 100% and there was no question of deceiving or not.

It was Simeone himself who became angrier the more he thought about it.

He wanted to fight with himself.

Eternal life... Immortality...

Eternal life...immortality!
eternal life! Immortal!
God!

Simone slapped himself, and his action scared the passers-by. Little did they know that he had arrived at the central square of the Immortal Hall. He stared at those who were looking at him in surprise, and then he came to his senses and cursed loudly: "What are you looking at! What are you looking at! Dig out your eyes! Look! Look at your uncle!"

His anger was so great that it frightened the onlookers.

"Simone...you wouldn't...present a gift to a lonely person, right? Huh? Hahaha..." A patrol soldier who knew him mercilessly mocked him, causing everyone to laugh: "I am~Simone~Masa~presented to the general~presented to the general~"

Basically, all the soldiers of the Undead Corps have a bad attitude towards Simone, which is normal.

The soldier imitated Simonyi's appearance when he came in, hunched over like a shorter version of Simonyi, and jumped like a monkey. Then he put his hands behind his back, pulling the cart, as if there was a gold and silver coffin behind him...

This ridiculous look, naturally, embarrassed Simeone.

Simone's shortness and ugliness were exaggerated several times by the soldier, which was a great shame... There were so many onlookers that they all burst into laughter.

After all, they didn't really believe that Simone could really gain any benefit from General Pangnapo...

Originally, everything here, whether it was gold, silver, or population, should have belonged to the Undead Group...

But I have never heard of someone offering their things to me and then asking for a reward...

In the Age of Destruction, this overbearing law has almost become universally recognized.

As a spiritual king-level practitioner, General Pangnapo's military power is not something that anyone here can shake...

“Hahahahaha! Hahahaha!”

The laughter of the crowd made Simeone's face even uglier, and this unbearable feeling made Simeone's eyes even redder.

In particular, the soldier in front who imitated Simeone's funny appearance became a thorn in Simeone's side.

Simone shouted loudly, holding his money bag high up in the most arrogant manner, making everyone laugh. They looked at the full money bag, still a little unsure, but when the light of the glowing crystal shone through the cloth bag, emitting the golden light in the bag, everyone was stunned, and the soldier who imitated Simone's funny walk suddenly fell to the ground.

"Oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh..." The soldier looked at Simone who was walking towards him step by step, as if covering him like a shadow. In full view of everyone, a foot, Simone's high boots, kicked him in the face.

"You bastard! You bastard! You bastard!"

Simone kicked the soldier hard. The soldier sat down after the first kick. The second kick hit him hard on the head. The third kick hit him hard on the nose. When he wanted to block his head, Simone's foot kicked him hard in the stomach, forcing him to cover his stomach. Then, Simone used his toes and the huge pointed tip of his boots to kick him in the temple.

The cruelty of the tomb robbers was revealed beyond measure at this time. The people around him kept silent, watching Simeone kicking the man, and they all made way for him.

"I! Don't! bother! with you! And you! are getting on my nerves! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Simeone, on the contrary, kicked more and more vigorously, blood being splattered on his feet in anger, the glittering and magnificent five hundred gold coins held high above his head, almost like a still token that stopped all those who came to watch his mockery.

"Stop...hitting! Pfft...stop...hitting! Master Simone! Master Simone! Master Simone...Pfft..."

The soldier was spitting blood and begging for mercy under Simone's kicks, but Simone was not willing to stop.

The crowd was silent, and those who couldn't bear to watch covered their eyes. It seemed that it was not worthwhile to stop Simone in front of the bag of 500 gold coins.

As long as he has these 500 gold coins, Simone will be the true master of the Immortal Hall!

Master Simone!

In this way, a "broken coffin" that cannot show its value and cannot buy anything seems to be really useless, at least for Simeone now...

Only when Simeone was satisfied with the game and exhausted did he stop for a while, put away his purse, and his cursing never stopped.

"The damn thing..."

Simeone supported his waist and walked through the crowd and came to his side. The person who came was Wanzhang.

Wanzhang is an imperial man with short black hair and wearing white armor. The special sword on his waist is also extremely precious. He is a handsome man with brown eyes. He looks more like a young man who just graduated from school, but in fact he has followed General Pangnapo for a long time.

Wanzhang glanced at the soldier next to him who was kicked half to death by someone else, and simply ordered his men to carry the man away. He called on the onlookers to disperse. There were even passers-by who were reluctant to leave and wanted to watch their conversation.

Seeing that it was a thousand feet high, Simeone naturally calmed down a lot.

"What are you doing here?" Simone looked at Wanzhang's outfit, which was just the silver armor of a special operations team that was one level lower than Adjutant Nefrei.

Wanzhang is already General Pangnapo’s confidant.

"Master Simone..." Wanzhang was obviously joking. Although he was not smiling, it could be seen that Wanzhang was very polite, so Simone was naturally much more polite as well.

"Can't I just come and see you? How about buying you a drink?"

Wanzhang stretched out his hand to clear the way for Simeone, and Simeone naturally had no intention of refusing.

The congestion in Simeone's heart seemed to have eased a lot because of this sudden release. His whole body felt relaxed.

It would be even better if we had a drink.

"Of course... huh..." Simone pressed the ground with his toes and quickly walked towards the tavern.

Of course there was a tavern in the Church of the Dead, but there was only one, as the grounds of the church did not allow for the furnishings of so many.

The tavern named Black Wolf Fang welcomed the two distinguished guests. Although the hotel owner was a little surprised to see Simone, he felt relieved when he saw Wanzhang coming over, and a look of joy appeared on his face. He took them to the most luxurious private room.

The people in the tavern are complex and naturally mixed. In addition, the tavern inherited the sign of bounty hunters before the era of destruction. The signs for hunting monsters or accepting commissioned tasks are in the lobby of the tavern. Therefore, basically all practitioners who want to make money will gather here.

Although this is the Immortal Hall, it is still a region after all, and many practitioners still have to rely on this kind of spiritual power tasks to support themselves and their families.

When Simone was chatting with Wanzhang about the little bit of old stuff that connected them together when they were in the Undead Corps - together, they went hunting for a magical beast called the ancient-horned rhinoceros for the general - Simone was just about to reach the stairs when he was bumped into by someone rushing down the stairs. He seemed to have tripped and was knocked towards Wanzhang by that person.

Wanzhang is much taller than Simeone, and supporting Simeone at this time seems a bit funny, like supporting a child.

The person who bumped into me was obviously a little girl. She was wearing a white shirt and a linen coat, revealing her clean white belly. She was wearing a very short skirt with no edges. There was a small pocket hanging on her not-so-sexy thigh, and... a white necklace with a black lamb on it hung on her flat chest...

A red ribbon was tied in the form of a bow on her long blond hair, and there were her blue eyes, bright red tempting lips, and that harmless look.

He narrowed his eyes, turned to Simone, bowed and apologized softly: "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

"Don't you have eyes?! Huh?!" Simone looked at the bright red ribbons that looked like two ponytails that grew to the girl's slender waist. This woman, who possessed the maturity of a woman and the sexiness of a girl, seemed to be quite in line with Simone's aesthetic.

No, no, no, it should be, a beautiful woman like this would more or less be everyone's dream lover.

Except no breasts...

Well, that doesn't stop her from being beautiful.

“Sorry, sorry…hahaha…I didn’t see it, sorry…” The woman was wearing a linen coat, revealing her perfect belly, and a miniskirt. She was really alternative and uniquely beautiful.

Just like the girl next door...she's rebelling...and it's confusing.

"Psycho..." Simone was going to curse, of course, but he was also a little shocked by the woman's beauty.

He spoke quietly and choked.

“Sorry, sorry…” The woman was not much taller than Simone, perhaps because Simone was already the limit of human height, while this woman was the normal height of an ordinary woman, a little shorter, 1.54 meters, small and cute… beautiful and rebellious…

This contradictory combination is really intriguing.

(End of this chapter)