Reunion with Dura

Sister Eve patted Genelec's shoulder lightly.

"Ginnell, child of the Holy Light, my brother."

"If you are interested in the church's revenue-generating projects."

"Would you like to join our Holy Light Church?"

Genele raised an eyebrow, and immediately felt a strong smell of the class coming towards him.

"Then forget it, Sister Eve. I still think being a tavern owner is more liberating."

For nuns, daily activities are like completing tasks to accumulate experience; to put it more profoundly, they are practicing the path of the Holy Light and comprehending its revelations.

After honing oneself sufficiently, one is ready to take up the banner of the Holy Light at any time.

For example, a spinning top that goes into a dungeon and whips monsters.

Genelec rejected the offer, a decision Eve had anticipated.

What the nun didn't expect was what Genelec said next.

"Ginnell said."

"If the Church of Holy Light would allow my tavern to become a branch church of the church, I would have no objection."

"I can set up this branch church myself without church funding or church support personnel."

The power of the field card, Heart of Fire, can sweep away all obstacles equally.

Whether you've been tainted by some kind of demonic aura or are injured, entering the tavern can resolve the issue.

Sister Eve was taken aback, not expecting Gianna to say that.

"I can't make decisions about dividing churches."

"After all, it's still a tavern."

"Although our church does not prohibit personal habits in any sense, it is still necessary to pay attention to some etiquette and rules in front of the torch of holy light and the idols of God."

Sister Eve smiled and comforted Genele, telling her not to rush things and just to follow her heart.

Ginell's suggestion was somewhat far-fetched, but upon closer examination, it didn't seem like a bad idea.

After all, this is a young man who can receive revelation from the Holy Light.

If we were to do that, perhaps the Holy Light would agree to shine its light upon the tavern.

Having completed his daily routine in the Holy Light, Ginnar wandered aimlessly around Silver Star City, taking the opportunity to explore its culinary culture.

He didn't go to the Mage's Guild or the Adventurers' Association building; he simply wanted to experience the culture of Silver Star City firsthand.

Perhaps after he's traveled to many places, he might even write a travel guide to Pangu.

While it might be difficult for others to travel in the vast Pangaea, Ginnell only needs to sit in the tavern and wait for the Fate Generator to take effect.

Based on current experience, the places that the Fate Generator takes Ginnell to are usually somewhat dangerous.

Ginnell stopped, switched the dessert she was carrying in her right hand to her left, and then turned to look at someone.

"You followed me to two bakeries, across three blocks."

"Should I go to the Silver Star City Police Department, or go to your boss?"

"Or would it be more in line with your wishes for me to just kill you here?"

The man targeted by Ginell emerged from the shadows around the corner, and instead of paying any attention to the curious stares of the passersby, he respectfully removed his hat and bowed.

"Dear Mr. Gene Ollie, hello."

"My boss wants to see you; he can't stop thinking about the wine from that day."

"Of course, if Mr. Ginell is wary of us, you can decide the time and place of the meeting yourself."

The boss who could order his servants around, that day's fine wine...

Currently, it seems there is only one drinker who meets both of these conditions.

Ginnell's eyes flickered slightly.

"Lead the way."

The man following him put his hat back on, his movements and demeanor like that of a highly professional waiter. Even after being threatened with death by Ginell, he did not show any panic on his face.

Ginnell naturally noticed the other person's expression and couldn't help but marvel.

The goblin's ability to train its subordinates is quite remarkable.

With this skill alone, it's no wonder he can get orders from big shots in Silver Star City.

......

"Mr. Genelec!"

Welcome!

Sure enough, the person personally greeting Ginnell in front of a mansion was none other than the goblin who had met Ginnell once before.

Dura Angus

Ginnell glanced at Dura, who was dressed impeccably and clearly in custom-made clothes, and then looked up at the mansion behind him.

"Didn't you say you lived in an apartment building? How come it's a mansion now?"

"And it's a luxury mansion on Star Avenue."

Silver Star City Star Avenue, although that's how it's recorded in the municipal department's plans.

But in reality, this is a luxury residential area, an area where only the upper class lives.

Security, environment, and other services are the best in Silver Star City.

Judging solely from his public identity on the Pangu Continent, Ginell is probably the one with the lowest status among those who visited Star Street.

Dura smiled and stepped forward to welcome Genele into his mansion.

"Didn't I tell you? To us goblins, those who turn caves into mansions are the rich ones among our race."

"Of course, due to some planning issues on Xingchen Avenue, I cannot convert this building into a cave; it wouldn't pass the approval from the public security authorities."

Upon entering the reception room, Gianna held a cup of tea prepared by a servant and examined the artistic design on the teacup.

Dula waved his hand, and the servant immediately withdrew.

Ginnell put down his teacup.

"What do you want from me?"

Dula scratched his head in frustration.

"I thought you were looking for someone, or that you were carrying out some secret scheme that only the tavern owner would know about."

"My business in Silver Star City isn't just about exploring dungeons, so I'd like to take advantage of you for a bit."

"So you just wandered around the city, spending most of your time at those two bakeries!"

Ginnell picked up her teacup again and took a sip to cover her embarrassment.

"You're overthinking things."

Dura smiled.

"It's normal for people in my line of work to be a bit more thoughtful."

"To outsiders, I am a goblin lord who can live on Star Street, but no one knows when this lord will die in the dungeon."

Dura rested her chin on her hands, her gaze intense.

"Mr. Curator, besides your comments on my mental state, is there anything else you'd like to say?"

Ginnell directly asked who was investigating the tavern behind the scenes, but only received a mysterious smile from Dula.

"I can't say, after all, customer privacy is also part of business reputation."

"Even if you come from a mysterious tavern, I could never tell you these things."

Without saying much, Gianna took out a purple card from his card box and placed it on the table.

"Isn't it true that Mr. Du La has many channels and extensive connections?"

"Help me auction this off, make a big splash."