This time, Wool Ryan had listed a great many wool products. Across all categories, there were more than a million items. Most were priced at three gold coins each, while those with greater artistic value or more difficult craftsmanship were set at five gold coins.
Even so, everything sold out in less than three minutes.
The instant the sale ended, a menacing middle-aged man in pajamas rushed in from outside, his face filled with fury and impatience.
"Lane!!! The Shepherd Church and the Wool Guild are going to be ruined by you today! Selling at such a loss—if the cash flow breaks, we're finished! You... you... I'll beat you to death, you little bastard! Today, I'm cleaning house!!!"
The more the Shepherd Pope spoke, the angrier he became. He directly blasted Wool Ryan with a divine spell.
Bang—
With a thunderous crash, Wool Ryan was sent flying backward.
The viewers in the livestream seemed about to say something, only to discover that the screen had already gone black.
It seemed the Magic Net Ring had been knocked onto the ground and could no longer capture anything.
"???"
"Holy shit?!"
"This guy isn't going to get beaten to death, is he?"
"The streamer's in deep trouble now. He sold over a million wool products dirt cheap. Even the Shepherd Church probably can't handle that."
"If he were my son, I'd hang him up and beat him for three days and nights!"
"I wonder if the Shepherd Church will decline because of this. They used to monopolize almost all wool. Now that their funds have gone wrong, it'll probably be hard for them to buy up wool on a large scale."
"Poor Brother Lane. He gave us these benefits, and even if he doesn't die, he'll lose a layer of skin. Who