Speaking was an art

After several days of travel, Mo Lin arrived at the outer edge of the Frozen Forest.

Following the map's markings, he found the largest city in the vicinity: Skywater City.

Due to the climate, this area is covered by extreme cold year-round.

Coupled with underdeveloped technology and untapped resources, the population is relatively sparse.

However, this doesn't mean there are no advantages here. For example, ice-attribute Soul Master really like this environment.

The environment is filled with Bing Yuan, making it the perfect place for Soul Master with ice-attribute Martial Soul to cultivate.

For this reason, Skywater Academy, one of the Four Elements Academy, is located here.

However, Mo Lin didn't come here for the Skywater Academy; he came to find the branch of the Spirit Hall that it had established here.

He needed manpower to do the work, and he mentioned that he had already spoken to Qian Renxue.

He didn't seem to care much about revealing his whereabouts and purpose.

He's the only one who can handle Soul Tool right now, and as long as Qian Renxue isn't out of her mind, she wouldn't scheme against him.

He could tell that the other party was quite wary of him.

He was afraid that if he were unhappy, he might send her off to keep Xue Qinghe company.

He's usually just a bit cold, is it really necessary to go to such lengths?

He's a good person.

Indeed, not everyone can be as understanding as Ye Lingling.

Prejudice in people's hearts is like a mountain; no matter how hard you try, you can't move it even a fraction of an inch.

Regardless of all that, Mo Lin stood at the main gate of the Spirit Hall's Tian Shui branch.

Seeing the guards standing at the door, Mo Lin forward and took out the identity token that Qian Renxue had just received.

"Summon your manager."

The guards, who had been somewhat languid, immediately perked up when they saw the token that Mo Lin had taken out.

"Damn! This is a big shot from above."

They had been notified a few days earlier that a very important person was coming.

Although they didn't know why the important figures from above would return to such a poor and remote place.

However, how could lowly underlings like them understand the thoughts of those in power?

I originally thought the other party would make a high-profile appearance, and that they would be at least a middle-aged person in their forties or fifties, or an old man.

But to everyone's surprise, the person who came was such a young boy, and he came alone.

At the time, he thought the other party was just an ordinary Soul Master who came to collect the monthly Soul Master.

"That's it, I think I've hit the dead end."

With a heavy heart, the guard hurried to find the steward of the branch hall.

Soon Mo Lin saw a moving ball of flesh rushing towards him.

"Is the food at the Spirit Hall really that good?"

That was his first reaction upon seeing the other person; after all, how could a normal person eat like that?

"Greetings, Your Excellency. I am Ao Debiao, the Lord of the Tianshui Branch Hall."

Ao Debiao rubbed his fat hands together, looked at the young man in front of him with a fawning expression, and was extremely respectful. He did not neglect the young man at all because of his youth.

"Ao Debiao? Can you pull a banana?"

Upon hearing the name, Mo Lin instinctively asked this question.

Upon hearing this question, Ao Debiao immediately knelt down on the ground.

There was no way around it; it was an instinctive reaction. After all, someone had asked him the same question before in Suotuo City.

That's right, he's the steward from Suotuo City.

Because he was credited with bringing Tang Hao's body back, he was promoted.

He actually chose this place himself, thinking that since it was far from the emperor's reach, there wouldn't be so many troubles.

He definitely didn't want to encounter something like what happened with Mo Lin again.

The problem is, he's gone so far, how could we possibly run into him again?

"Your Eminence, what are you doing here?"

"Ah? Your Eminence? Have we met before?"

Mo Lin looked puzzled; the other party's actions had completely baffled him.

Also, all you did was ask if you could poop a banana, why did you react so strongly?

"Your Eminence, don't you recognize me? You asked me the same question back in Suotuo City, haven't you forgotten?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Lin suddenly realized what was going on.

It seems we're still acquaintances, but instead of seeing myself, I saw his Evil Face. No wonder he reacted that way when I said that.

"You've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not some Your Eminence; I just recognized your name and it reminded me of an old acquaintance."

"His name is also Ao Debiao, and his profession is banana hauling."

Mo Lin's attitude was gentle, completely lacking the extreme oppressive feeling that his previous Evil Face had given to Ao Debiao.

"An old friend? May I ask if you know the Heaven-Defying Sword God?"

Upon hearing this, Ao Debiao stood up and patted off the non-existent dust on his trousers.

"Oh, that guy? He's from my clan."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ao Debiao had just stood up, immediately knelt down again, making the already bewildered guards even more confused.

What's wrong with this new temple master? Is he having leg problems?

Ao Debiao by this statement.

No wonder they came to remind him that an important person was coming and to treat him well; they agreed to whatever the person asked for.

The only requirement is not to anger the other party, since we're related to that person.

Ao Debiao was really about to cry; he had almost peed his pants from fright.

And who is that person with the same name as you? If you're going to pull a banana, just pull a banana, don't ruin it for him!

However, he finally understood why the other person had asked him if he could pull bananas back in Suotuo City.

She even asked him if he guaranteed the bananas were ripe, implying he was selling her unripe bananas.

"Alright, stop kneeling. I don't have the habit of making people kneel before me."

"Get up, let's get down to business."

With no intention of delaying, Mo Lin simply wanted to resolve the existing problems as quickly as possible.

"Sir, please speak."

Ao Debiao up, his attitude even more respectful than before.

"Send someone to find nearby mineral veins. Once they find them, bring them back and tell me. Don't act rashly. If you encounter any danger, run immediately. Don't let anyone die out there."

After all, who would report information to him if he died outside?

As he spoke, he pulled out a cloth bag and a Gold Card from his personal Soul Tool.

"This card contains one million Gold Soul Coin; consider it my reward to you."

If you want a horse to run fast, you have to feed it well, and feed it properly.

It's completely unnecessary to skim money from those below you just to get a few coins.

He just wanted to snatch the goods that came to him directly—simple and efficient.

Upon hearing this, Ao Debiao and the other members of the Spirit Hall standing nearby had their eyes light up.

Offering a million like that, the other party must be digging for gold.

But calling it gold wouldn't be wrong, since rare minerals are much more expensive than gold.

"That bag contains [Hand Warmer], a Soul Tool. It only requires a small amount of Soul Power to generate heat, so you won't freeze to death when you go out."

Temperatures in the Far North are indeed very low, especially the deeper you go, the colder it gets.

Ordinary people simply cannot withstand it, and even high-level Soul Master find it difficult to penetrate deep into the realm.

So he made some of these before leaving home, which would greatly improve his work efficiency.

"Soul Tool? My lord, this thing is far too valuable. The men below are all roughnecks; what if they break it?"

Soul Tool are something only nobles would use; ordinary Soul Master would never need them.

After all, a single item can cost anywhere from tens to tens of thousands of yuan.

If it gets damaged, not many people can afford to pay for it.

"So what if it's broken? Are human lives less important than this piece of junk?"

Mo Lin frowned, his tone turning colder.

"Everyone is born of parents. Tools can be replaced or repaired when they break, but can you bring people back to life when they're gone?"

"Let me tell you, the only principle for working for me is to come back alive and well. Do you understand?"