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The carriage reached Altdorf at almost the fastest speed, and then purchased a large number of local pottery.

Without any stopping time, we headed towards Marienburg, the only place where Windlow had suffered business losses.

It is also surprising to return to such a port city.

As the most prosperous city in the entire Old World, Marienburg can indeed be described as changing with each passing day.

After just over a year away, the entire city has changed almost completely.

This is how it is in places where business competition is fierce, with stores opening up one after another and closing down one after another.

Gold coins and business are constantly flowing, it is the dream place of all merchants and the best business capital.

It doesn't matter what bloodline or background is, it only matters personal ability. People with ability may be suppressed by bloodline in other places, but in Marienburg, people with ability are all very capable.

The latest issue of the daily newspaper came out, and Windlow spent two copper coins to buy a copy.

Unlike the feudal knight system of Bretonnia and the Renaissance Empire, Marienburg has almost touched the edge of capitalism.

"Capitalism? What are you talking about? Is it that the winds of magic haven't been cleaned up?"

Mousse was completely confused by some of the words Windlow said, and considering what the vampire queen Neferata said, Windlow would involuntarily absorb the wind of magic.

The more winds of magic there are in his body, the more they affect his reason and consciousness. Could it be a new wind of magic?

“Capitalism is the private ownership of the means of production. The bourgeoisie that owns the means of production exploits labor by purchasing it.”

While speaking some knowledge that seemed to come from another world, Windlow opened the daily newspaper in his hand and read the information on it.

Food prices, business disputes, upper-class gossip, imperial jokes, finally, in a corner, Windlow found the information he needed.

On the advertising page, he saw the news that a cemetery was recruiting gravekeepers.

Guarding the cemetery outside Marienburg, working 30 days a month, the monthly salary is 30 copper coins, and food and accommodation are not provided.

This very strange recruitment information can only mean one thing: this cemetery is not really recruiting.

After confirming the interview time, Windlow didn't even deal with the pottery and hurried to the location of the cemetery.

A huge statue of More is placed at the entrance of the tomb, and the skull in the statue's hand symbolizes eternal peace.

In this world, death is not the end, and it is not easy to obtain eternal peace.

After death, in addition to being eaten by corpse-eating creatures, one will also face the black magic of various undead creatures.

Gently knocking on the wooden door of the tomb entrance, the observation hole on it suddenly opened, revealing a pair of pale eyeballs.

"Who are you?"

"Applying for a job as a gravekeeper."

"Have you brought the coffin?"

Upon hearing this, Mousse immediately realized that something was wrong. Could this be a hideout of Chaos believers?

When she was in Naggaroth, she often encountered the strongholds of various Chaos Cultists, disguising themselves in various strange identities and hiding in various hidden corners.

Although the Dark Elves are unruly, they will never fall into the arms of Chaos and hate the corruption of Chaos.

His right hand slowly moved down and placed on the golden badge sword.

"Yes, I brought the coffin, one, Lamia."

"Talk inside the house."

The originally solid wooden door was opened like a leaf by the person inside. Standing inside was an old woman with patches all over her body.

If she hadn't been wearing all kinds of ornaments that only Mor worshippers would wear, she would have been targeted by witch hunters long ago.

Mousse stretched out his hand to block Windlo's way, and then his sharp elf eyes took in the situation of the entire underground space clearly.

Above, safe, below, safe, the indoor space is free of ambushes and traps.

Even the Lord of Fear remained extremely vigilant when he stepped into such a tomb space.

"Safety."

As she said this, Windlow entered the catacombs carrying the coffin.

The old woman guarding the grave gently closed the wooden door, and Mousse could clearly hear the mechanism inside the door working quickly.

It seemed that underground, one gear set after another was running rapidly, and then the wooden door was completely blocked by thick stainless steel, ensuring that any magical detection from outside would be in vain.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the skin on the face and fat on the body of the old woman guarding the grave were changing rapidly.

Almost in the blink of an eye, she turned into a beautiful woman, a standard vampire of the Lamia family.

Mousse didn't care about the appearance of such a vampire, but he could tell at a glance that she was a shadow magician who had the ability to change the shape of objects and disguise herself.

Then he lifted up the coffin that Windlow had dragged in, and opened the coffin lid with one grab, revealing the vampire who was still dormant inside.

"We have delivered the person, please pay the bill."

Even the Dark Elves, who were known for their cruelty, could not stand the smell and feeling of the undead creatures and were eager to complete the task.

After confirming that his sisters were intact, the gravekeeper almost floated over, then blew a black breath, and the vampire in the coffin woke up.

For her, more than half a year was like a long sleep. There was no trace of the passage of time for a vampire.

"Let's talk about the mission, sister. These two are trustworthy."

Not dizzy, not drowsy, and not dazed.

The female vampire who woke up from hibernation recovered to her best condition in an instant.

The vampires of the Lamia family are the most united among all vampires, so they naturally would not doubt sisters of the same blood.

"The Marienburg expedition has returned and found a lot of bad news."

"The Lustria expedition team brought back several golden slabs, which are obviously slabs from the Lizardmen. The spiritual vein network left by the Old Saints may have been destroyed. We need to convince some imperial nobles to protect the slabs used to resist chaos on that land."

"Several tribes in northern Norse were wiped out, and the scouts we sent out haven't returned yet. We have lost any news about the Norse Peninsula."

"The new emperor of the empire has been elected. His name is Karl Franz. A civil strife broke out in Reikland during the election of the emperor, but it has now been completely resolved."

"Nothing is happening in Bretonnia, just like it was two hundred years ago."

"The Brass Mountains in the Empire's central mountain range are once again filled with Chaos power. We may send a new investigator later."

"Let's garrison Marienburg first. Later, this place may be attacked by Bretonnia or Reikland. We need to maneuver between the two."

Windlow waited for a long time and heard a lot of useful information, but now he needed something more important.

Slowly walked between the two female vampires.

"Where's my reward?"