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Shutting the door and putting the cabin up for sale, this seemed like a complete loss no matter how you looked at it.
Killing the goose that lays the golden eggs is far inferior to a steady trickle of profit.
"I need True Divine Spirits."
Milton Cheney said flatly.
He didn't really want to sell the cabin, as acquiring it initially had not been easy.
He had a long life ahead of him, but time waits for no one.
The Stars Tower was about to open, and he had to take a risk.
Although his foundation wasn't particularly solid as he had been a Ninth Stage Demigod for only four hundred thousand years, this was all relative.
Compared to the present Red Blood Demigod, he could definitely be considered well-grounded.
"Are you going to try your luck in the Stars Tower?"
Upon hearing Milton Cheney's words, the Red Blood Demigod instantly understood.
He, like Milton Cheney, was a Ninth Stage Demigod.
