Balund didn't ask Ed how he planned to "make the most of" the two men, but simply nodded in agreement:
"Traitors are of no value, even if they are High Tier."
"After the interrogation, they will be sent to Valhalla."
"Okay, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now."
Ed glanced at Balund beside him. The previous battle had been so intense that Baron's face had aged considerably, and he now looked to be about fifty years old.
"I will seal this clone in the storage room of the Rotating Library, and activate it only when needed."
"No problem."
Balund responded immediately.
Given the current close relationship between the Graycast Corridor and the Theocracy, this small matter is actually unnecessary to explain.
Ed looked at the brightly lit Lost City and couldn't help but feel a little emotional at this moment:
"What a pity, you've only been retired for two months at most, and you've already been 'rehired' to help out."
Balund waved his hand:
"Don't say that, you still can't let go of this place."
"Alright then, once you've finished here, any river in the Theocracy is ready to welcome you anytime."
Ed laughed and joked:
"The fish in that river don't have internal organs; at most, they're just a bit temperamental."
Balund's face, weathered by time, showed no reaction whatsoever.
After exchanging words, Ed's figure disappeared into the sky above the Great Labyrinth City.
In the city below, [ Shit Appraisal Master ] and [ Good Times Don't Last ] casually slung their Corridor Guard coats over their shoulders and slumped back to back in the open-top carriage.
The two docile Hoofed Beast received their orders and began to navigate back to the imported parts shop that the two had opened in the outer city.
Between fighting and capturing people, they were busy for most of the night. Their stamina was already completely depleted, and if they didn't go home and eat something soon, they would have to undergo a willpower test.
If the check fails, a slow health debuff will silently appear in both players' status bars.
Fortunately, all the houses around them were intact along the way. The three battles either broke out in the inner city or in the air, and none of them affected the outer city where their shop was located.
It was truly a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.
Thinking this, the delivery wagon turned another corner and then lurched.
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] glanced to the side and saw a long crack running across the road beneath his feet, like the aftershock of some kind of attack.
His gaze darted left and right, and he saw that the "sword energy" started from the middle of a three-story building on his left, slashed diagonally across the road beneath his feet, and extended all the way to the buildings across the road, leaving deep scratches on the surface of each building.
The "sword energy" at its last gasp didn't leave deep marks on those metal-framed buildings; it could be restored to normal with just a little repair.
However, among the affected buildings, there was one exception: a two-story wooden building that had been reduced to ruins, looking both strange and familiar.
Looking at the scene before him, the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a word. Only a familiar melody echoed in his heart...
Tears fell.
He nudged with his elbow [ Good Times Don't Last last long], and for a moment he was speechless.
"What?"
[ Good Times Don't Last ], who was dozing off, looked at his friend with a puzzled expression, and followed the other person's despondent gaze.
Not far ahead at the street corner, a wooden building that was intact when the sun set had now been reduced to ruins.
Three half-dragon shop assistants, carrying a small amount of salvaged goods, were squatting on the side of the street, hugging their knees, completely bewildered...
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] He felt his heart stop beating, and when he turned around, he saw [ the Shit Appraisal Master ] lying down, completely limp.
"Bro! Dude! Don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep yet!"
"Hello? Why are you calling me all of a sudden?"
"What nonsense are you spouting? I'm a university student, of course I'm attending my major courses! Do you think everyone's got nothing better to do than you?"
"I know, wasn't it three days ago? Recruiting players to impersonate the Corridor Guard to help capture spies; quite a few people went to Klaf City."
"Oh, you were involved too? So what happened?"
"Dude, how could you lose money like this? You two are something else, always coming up with something new to watch. What's wrong this time?"
"Ah, I see. I'm sorry, there's really nothing we can do about Calamity..."
" The Great Labyrinth City doesn't have insurance? That's a shame."
"Then why don't you find a local construction team to rebuild it? It's not worth it for us to go all this way."
"Oh, you ruined three streets too. Don't worry about not having work, there's definitely some profit to be made. Let me think..."
"What?! Thirty streets?! The Amber Dragon is rolling around in the city?"
"Okay, thanks for the message. I understand. I'll go invite some people to the group first, and then check the details when I log on tonight."
"I've said it so many times, it's the 'Civil Engineering School,' not the 'Ancient Tomb School.' Are you lisp or some jinx?"
"I'm hanging up now, we'll talk again tonight."
"Of course I'll pay you, don't worry."
In the game, Sailesi's small sword aura transcended time and space, instantly cutting [ Shit Appraisal Master ] offline.
However, he quickly regained his composure and then remembered a new business idea.
It's true that my own little shop was destroyed, but the city center of the Great Labyrinth City was obviously damaged much more severely.
If we could contact [ Zhongde ] and others, and have their " Concrete Pouring Club " send a large force to the Great Labyrinth City, the reconstruction speed would naturally be much faster.
In this way, the civil engineers made money, the residents of the Great Labyrinth City had a home again, and the trust level of those important NPCs in them inevitably increased rapidly.
That's killing three birds with one stone!
Why is my shop so unlucky, dying in a one in ten thousand chance?
Later that day, [ Zhongde ] personally visited the Great Labyrinth City with [ Concrete Mixed with Spaghetti ] for inspection.
After witnessing the traces left by [ Giant Arms ] in battle, [ Zhongde ] had already equated the opponent with the monsters of the Ultraman world in his mind.
Although it's a bit unethical to say this, he really hoped that [ Giant Arms ] or some other large enemy would come at him a few more times, provided there were no casualties.
He comes to the city every few days to do some work, and his construction team will have an endless stream of business.
Just like the Ultraman world where demolitions happen every day, or the Detective Conan world where landmarks are blown up daily, that's the promised land for civil engineers!
In the following days, everything unfolded exactly as [ Shit Appraisal Master ] and [ Zhongde ] had planned: the Theocracy's construction team won the bid and officially took over the reconstruction of the Great Labyrinth City.