Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Chapter 610 Going Through Fire and Water

Basso quickly stepped aside to lead the way, his robe soaked with sweat.

He could feel Lynn's spiritual energy field, which was incredibly heavy, like stepping into a deep sea.

The other deacons and apprentices followed behind, not daring to breathe.

This is a ruthless person who can kill Marfa; killing a few of them would be as easy as killing chicks for him.

The tall butler who had just been thinking, "It would be great if Lynn didn't come," was now as white as a sheet, and his legs were trembling.

Oh no, oh no! I heard that the Stigmata's perception is extremely powerful. I hope the adults didn't hear what I just said.

Lynn sat down in the main hall, his gaze sweeping over everyone.

He had actually sensed the fear in these people long ago; some of them were even trembling with their very souls.

"Where are the shop's ledgers?" Lynn asked.

Basso immediately had it brought up.

The ledger turned out to be a first-ring magical artifact, with a black leather cover and a ring of fine runes engraved on it.

Basso handed over the ledger, his hands trembling.

"Don't worry, sir. The ledger has anti-tampering spells. If anyone alters it, a dark mark will be left on the surface."

"We would never dare to alter it without authorization."

Lynn took the ledger and probed it directly with his mental energy.

While alteration is impossible, it's quite easy to make small changes during business transactions.

Having been in the underworld for so long, he naturally understands the intricacies of the business and wouldn't completely trust them just because of a ledger.

At the same time, Lynn used the analytical capabilities of the "Memory Library".

The internal structure of the ledger unfolded before his eyes, with every record, every trace of energy, and every runic logic being dissected.

It was like flipping through a book that had been completely opened, where you could see even the paper fibers clearly.

A few minutes later, Lynn withdrew his mental energy.

"Very good, no signs of tampering." He placed the ledger on the table. "Bring the inventory list as well."

Basso quickly handed over the inventory list again.

As Lynn flipped through the pages, he observed the crowd and noticed that they were all holding their breath, with one apprentice's Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Are you afraid of me?" Lynn suddenly asked.

Basso's expression changed slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, he said, "My lord, we really don't know anything about Marfa's matter, but we did work under her after all, and we're afraid you'll misunderstand."

"I'm not that petty." Lynn closed the inventory list. "What happened before will happen again. As long as you work hard, I won't treat you unfairly."

Upon hearing this, Basso's tense shoulders finally relaxed a bit. He nodded gratefully repeatedly, his voice becoming much steadyer: "Thank you for your kindness, sir."

He hesitated for a moment, then asked cautiously, "Sir, shouldn't we change the name of this shop? Marfa was your enemy, and she's dead. It's not appropriate to keep her name on the shop."

"No need for that," Lynn waved her hand. "Just change the name to mine."

Basso's eyes lit up.

The deacons behind him exchanged glances, their tension easing considerably.

"Your Excellency is wise," Basso said with a smile. "Now, your name is a hundred times more effective than any amount of talk we could muster. Once the shop name is changed, those who had designs on the business will back off on their own."

"There's one more thing," Basso paused, then continued.

"We can only be responsible for general memory weaving and soul care."

"In the past, some high-end projects, such as customized memory, emotional stripping, and soul reconstruction, were all handled by Marfa herself. Now that she's dead, should these services be canceled?"

Lynn waved her hand and replied confidently, "It's alright. What Marfa could do before, I can do as well as she can, and even better. Let's keep things as they are for now."

Basso paused, then looked up at Lynn.

He wanted to remind Lynn of the difficulty of these high-end businesses, but after seeing Lynn's expression, he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

"Yes, with your words, we are relieved." Basso nodded emphatically.

Lynn checked all the ledgers and registers and found no problems.

He nodded, took out a communication crystal card from his pocket, and handed it over.

"If you need anything important in the future, please contact me directly."

Basso held the crystal card in both hands as if it were a precious treasure, carefully tucking it into his bosom.

"My lord, there is a Soul Pawnshop nearby that belongs to Marfa. Please follow me," Basso said.

The Soul Pawnshop wasn't far away, just half a street away.

The shop layout was much simpler than the Dream Corridor, with a black counter, dim lighting, and several rows of crystal bottles that sealed souls behind the counter.

The person in charge here was a tall, thin man with deep-set eyes and a somewhat gloomy expression.

His name is Sim, a first-ring wizard, and he's already waiting at the door.

Bassin recommended: "My lord, this is Sim, the manager of the Soul Pawnshop."

Sim stepped forward and bowed deeply:

"Lord Lynn, our shop deals purely in soul transactions. The accounts and inventory are all here. Please check them."

Lynn nodded and went into the store.

He also used his analytical abilities to go through the Soul Pawnshop's ledgers and inventory, and only sat down after confirming that everything was correct.

The two shops did indeed generate good revenue, bringing in tens of thousands of magic stones every month.

In particular, the "Dream Gallery of Marfa" has very low costs for various projects, with most of the profits coming from them.

"Keep it as it is," Lynn said, "but we can expand some projects, add a Q&A service, and acquire World Coordinates' business."

Basso and Sim exchanged a glance and nodded in agreement: "Yes, sir."

Sim hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Sir, how should we price the acquisition of World Coordinates?"

"Buy it at the market price first," Lynn said. "Contact me if you're unsure."

"Understood."

Lynn suddenly asked, "How much are you paid now?"

Basso said, "My lord, I am a second-level cultivator, earning 1,500 magic stones per month. Other apprentices in the shop earn between 10 and 100 magic stones per month, and some professional technicians receive additional commissions."

Sim said, "I get one ring, a thousand rings a month."

Lynn thought for a moment and said, "Raise them all by half."

Basso and Sim were both stunned, their mouths agape, as if they hadn't heard clearly.

"My lord, you said..." Basso's voice trembled.

"Everyone, your wages will be increased by half," Lynn repeated. "We'll discuss it further when the shop's profits improve."

The shop was silent for several seconds.

A young apprentice was the first to react, trembling with excitement, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I'd go through fire and water for you, Lord Lynn!"

Another apprentice shouted, "We swear to serve Lord Lynn to the death!"

Basso took a deep breath and knelt down on one knee. Sim also knelt down, and the apprentices behind him all knelt down as well.

"Sir, we don't know what to say about giving you a 50% raise."

Basso's eyes reddened. "My life is yours from now on."

Lynn raised her hand: "Get up. Taking care of the shop is more useful than saying all this."

Basso and Sim stood up, their backs straightening considerably.

The apprentices were all energized, their faces beaming with enthusiasm, and they were even more spirited than before when they were standing.

As Lynn walked out of the shop, several voices behind her called out "Loyalty! Orange!" in hushed tones.

He didn't stop walking, he just shook his head slightly.

The people here are still so pragmatic.

But that's good too, it's convenient to use.

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