It's just that I've been quite busy recently.
I happen to have a lot of things at work that I want to complain to you about.
It was only after I worked three jobs a day that I realized there was something wrong with High Level Paradise.
For example, there is no salary at all. I think it is necessary to make some adjustments.
It just so happens that there are a lot of specialties in the high-end paradise, so you can pay the bill with gold coins.
The gold coin comes from the devil.
Doing this seems to also promote humans' enthusiasm for killing demons."
In Prius said casually.
Then he saw the fiery eyes of the barbarian ancestors around him looking at him.
"Then what, what do you think about my idea?"
It was a little surprising because of the Prius.
He was quite used to being looked at with eager eyes.
He is the Archangel of Courage after all.
When he was normal in high-level heaven, he would often get this kind of look.
"Is there wine among the specialties of that high-level paradise?"
Cassius asked with red eyes.
The Prius was stunned for a moment.
"This still exists, although it may not be the same as what you like.
But for you, you can’t get drunk no matter what kind of wine you drink, right?
Then the only difference is probably that the wine in High-end Paradise doesn’t burn your throat?”
Prius gave the answer with some confusion.
"Then how are the specialties of high-end paradise sold?
Are we going to arrange for angels to be dumped among the churches in human cities?
Or do you want to go somewhere special?"
Herab asked with a crooked mouth.
He still doesn't feel very comfortable right now.
I was choked by Cassius for a while before, which was not an easy experience.
Cassius used the strength to find seven or eight garbage demons and tie them together, which was enough to strangle them to death.
"I haven't thought about this yet.
But if you don't mind, I can take the initiative to open a canteen at the gate of the Holy Mountain?
Is that where you can go and spend money?"
Prius said helplessly.
He almost forgot that every one of these barbarians on the Holy Mountain was a rich man...
The piles of demons they killed would definitely be enough to create a mountain of flesh and blood...
Correspondingly, the number of gold coins in their hands is also the same...
“Then the souvenirs from High-end Paradise shouldn’t be very expensive, right?
We guys are not fit to compete with young people for demons.
I also don’t want to have to shamelessly drink from juniors for a few years.”
Olongus asked as he sat cross-legged.
Although this guy is relatively weak in melee combat, he is the most shameless type among the ancestor spirits.
Old General Qualkek, who was more shameless than him, had already left.
"As for weapons and equipment, they should be quite expensive, right?
But things like drinks should be pretty cheap.
After all, things produced in high-level heavens have a somewhat restraining effect on demons.
Using this stuff as holy water is definitely more reliable than those guys at the local church."
Because Prius had other worries in his mind.
He was worried that if the high-end heaven really started to supply wine, things like wine would never reach the hands of ordinary people.
But this is not a big problem. The big deal is just bottling the spring water from the high-end paradise and selling it to ordinary people.
As long as the high-level paradise returns to normal, there will be as much spring water as possible.
It really doesn’t work because Prius can still sell its own foot wash...
Footwashing water contaminated with the breath of the Archangel of Courage can also pose a threat to low-level demons.
As long as no idiot takes it to drink...
"Shut up!
You guys haven't learned how to make wine after all these years.
Dead people just can't become stronger in strength, it's not that they can't learn skills.
If you are serious about it, let alone making wine.
Even textile embroidery should be learned!”
Gruchak curled his lips and pointed.
"Then what did you, Gruchak, learn?"
Cassius grabbed his beard with one hand, and he was ready to spray directly.
"Learned nothing!"
Gruchak said confidently.
The surrounding ancestors all focused on Cassius.
It seemed like he was going to listen to how he trolled people.
"I can't help you with your answer.
You haven't learned anything, how can you show your face like this?"
Cassius said this after a long while.
The ancestors around him were visibly disappointed.
"Every time I come to Harrogas, I always feel like I'm out of tune with you guys.
Is this my problem or your problem?"
Imprius said casually.
But no one paid attention to him at this time.
One by one, everyone turned their attention back to Bulcaisu's beating of the first ancestor.
“Work harder!
If you can’t knock out his teeth with your fists, then just put your hand into his mouth and break them off!”
Cassius watched the excitement and shouted without fear of trouble.
"I bet a hundred punches!
Within a hundred punches, the first generation ancestor will definitely lose his teeth!
Three bottles of wine!”
Hailab took out three bottles of wine from somewhere, held the bottle mouth between his fingers, and raised it high.
To be continued...