[Chapter 20]: The trouble of not being able to buy coffins!
Fang Qingyan moved out of his hut.
His new quarters were spacious and the second most luxurious room in the entire castle.
If another servant was suddenly promoted to be the earl's butler, he would definitely dance with excitement.
But Fang Qingyan didn't care much about it.
He obtained a set of keys, and the keys to the castle vault and the gate of the blood bank were also in it.
In the eyes of others, this is a symbol of power and status!
It's just that Fang Qingyan took these things lightly.
Day two of becoming a new housekeeper.
He took two servants and went out to recruit people. There were only a few people in the big castle, which was really outrageous.
In the past, there was no need to make a trip in person, and someone would come to the door just to say hello.
But now the Count of Carstein is a crippled man.
Those aristocrats who had complimented him in the past suddenly disappeared in a tacit understanding.
Hardly anyone even came to visit Carstein.
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Laemia city.
Fang Qingyan spent a few hours recruiting more than a dozen new people, all of whom were the last blood race.
There are cooks, servants, and attendants.
"Take them back first, I'll go back to the castle later."
He instructed his accompanying men.
After parting ways, he came to the black market alone.
I found the familiar trading house and walked in.
"Oh~ look who I saw? Isn't this the most honored guest in the shop, Mr. Edward?"
When the owner of the shop saw Fang Qingyan, he immediately greeted him with bright eyes.
During this year, Fang Qingyan sold thousands of gold coins just by selling materials. Among all the regular customers of this trading house, he is definitely the number one "big customer".
"Long time no see, Thomas."
Fang Qingyan nodded to the boss of the trading house.
Thomas asked with a smile, "Are you here to sell goods for Count Kastain this time?"
"Well, yes." Fang Qingyan said lightly, "Besides, I need a top-of-the-line coffin."
The count is back, and he can no longer occupy the magpie's nest.
"Hahaha, it's easy to say, please put it inside, let's talk slowly in another place."
Thomas politely invited Fang Qingyan to the dedicated private room.
In three months, the sign-in got a lot of materials, including a pair of earl-level fangs.
There is no doubt that this is another business that satisfies both parties.
"A total of 872 gold coins, please count them."
Fang Qingyan took the heavy purse and weighed it, then smiled: "There is no need to count, I have traded so many times, don't I still believe you?"
In fact, it has been swept over with mental power to confirm that the number is correct.
Thomas was stunned for a moment, and his affection for Fang Qingyan increased immediately.
He was very enthusiastic and personally took Fang Qingyan to buy a coffin.
"These are all new and top-quality coffins that arrived yesterday. Do you have a favorite style?"
After coming to the warehouse, Thomas showed Fang Qingyan his stock.
There are hundreds of corpse coffins stacked on top of each other on the ground.
It can be described as a big business!
Fang Qingyan stepped forward to check them one by one, and quickly walked around.
He shook his head in disappointment.
The styles of these coffins are very novel, gorgeous and beautiful, but he doesn't care about the outside, what he cares about is the quality of the corpse coffin!
A good coffin can greatly help meditation practice.
Of the more than 100 coffins in the warehouse, none of them can compare to the one from Count Carstein.
"Is there anything better? Money is not a problem, I want a corpse coffin made by the top craftsman with the most precious materials!"
Fang Qingyan turned back, looked at Thomas, and asked.
Thomas was stunned for three seconds, and then showed a shocked expression: "You don't look down on any of them, do you? Look at the three coffins next to them. These are very high-end corpse coffins. Ordinary nobles can all can not afford."
"I've already seen it, no."
Fang Qingyan shook his head.
Thomas immediately looked at Fang Qingyan with a suspicious look in his eyes. He wanted to ask, how high-end coffin would you like to sleep in as a little baron?
Fang Qingyan hid most of his strength, and the fluctuations of his blood and energy were only at the level of an ordinary baron.
"Cough cough, I bought it for Lord Carstein, so I can't settle for it, I have to get the best."
Fang Qingyan said without blushing.
When Thomas heard the words, he suddenly realized that he also heard that Count Carstein was seriously injured on the battlefield. In this case, he really needed a good coffin to heal his wounds.
But this is really the best corpse coffin in his shop…
"If you need a better coffin, you'll have to try your luck at the auction house."
Thomas sighed, "The real top corpse coffins are monopolized by the royal family, where can ordinary nobles afford it? You will never find a better coffin than mine in any trading house in Laimia City. "
I see.
Didn't expect the black and gold coffin of Count Castine to be so precious? Want to buy can not buy.
Fang Qingyan was a little disappointed and didn't stay long.
After walking out of the trading house, he left the black market and took a carriage to the auction house.
If it really doesn't work, he can only settle for a second and use a lesser coffin.
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