Who hid My Corpse!

"Lair... Gold Merchant?!" The Black Merchant with glasses looked at Lair as if he had seen a ghost, his face full of doubt, "You're not joking with me, are you?"

"What do you think?" Lair said, "The letter is right in front of you. Can't you tell if it's real or fake, Torre?"

As one of the division managers at headquarters, Torre naturally knew the contents of the letter from a certain branch head were real, but he still wasn't quite willing to believe that this smug guy in front of him had already become a Gold Merchant.

Oh... saying he was already a Gold Merchant isn't quite accurate. More precisely, he would only become a Gold Merchant after completing this transaction; he just had the privileges of a Gold Merchant now.

But what does it matter? This guy indeed had the opportunity to become a Gold Merchant. You have to understand, in the established interest distribution of each jurisdiction, such an opportunity is hard to come by. So after reading the letter several times, Torre sourly said, "Heh, turns out the North Bishop of Rhein died, no wonder you managed to... Damn it, what kind of dumb luck is this?"

Halfway through talking, he couldn't help cursing, because Torre had been at headquarters for so many years and never got such an opportunity.

Lair beamed with excitement and said, "It's not just luck, but strength as well."

"Haha, don't get too smug," Torre said, "you haven't succeeded yet. If you bet on the wrong horse and the person you support couldn't smoothly take over as the North Bishop, you'd know it was a mistake. Do you think the new Bishop will let you off? Even if you run to the ends of the earth..."

"What's the point of all this nonsense," Lair impatiently tapped the table, "sign it quickly! Give me the stuff! A small-time division manager like you is chattering away with me."

Torre glared at Lair angrily, but he had no way to respond. Once Lair became a Gold Merchant, his status would be worlds apart.

So even if he was unhappy, he could only suppress his anger and obediently go to the back to get the items.

Torre's reaction naturally made Lair feel overjoyed, and he couldn't help but hum softly.

"Oh, it seems you have a grudge with this guy?" Bai Wei's voice sounded in his mind.

Lair instantly showed a look of being terrified and nervous, "Ah, Lord Visas, you've awakened."

"I was never asleep," Bai Wei said calmly, "Let's hear it then."

"Uh, it's not really an interesting story..."

"I'll be the judge of whether it's interesting," Bai Wei said, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"Of course not!" Lair was nearly scared out of his wits, shaking his head repeatedly, "How could I dare to teach you how to do things? You are my light! My sun! My..."

"Cut the nonsense."

"...Oh." Lair scratched his head.

As mentioned earlier, Bai Wei had a persona with Lair.

His persona was of someone who had awakened from a millennium-long slumber that was so extensive it led to boredom, making him interested in the current world and quite curious about a lowly figure like Lair.

Of course, this persona wasn't new; Bai Wei first used it on Ulu.

The biggest advantage of this persona was the justified way of learning about unknown facts from the host's mouth.

For instance, now it's Bai Wei's first time at the Black Merchant's headquarters; if he directly asked Lair what this place was, it might seem lowbrow. But if he feigned interest in Lair's experiences and let him describe the place from his perspective, everything would be different. It wouldn't make Lair think "Why does Lord Visas know nothing?" but rather that "Lord Visas cares about me," making him more reverent and loyal.

Just like now.

"I do have a grudge with that guy. When I first came here, he not only mocked my origins but also embezzled my quota, causing me a significant financial loss." Lair lowered his voice while watching Torre enter the small room, "Later, when I went to confront him to get my goods back, I failed and even got beaten up."

Currently, they were in a place similar to a pharmacy window.

The Black Merchants procured there goods that only the headquarters could produce, such as various contraband, fake Corpse Blocks of Visas, and also the "Contract Seeds" that only Gold Merchants could possess.

This means that during Lair's time as a Copper Merchant, even at headquarters, he could be ripped off by the people there, truly living up to the name of Black Merchant.

But Bai Wei naturally wouldn't call for justice for Lair and instead said with subtle mockery, "Did you really go to argue with him?"

"Uh, I brought a stick, but didn't succeed," Lair awkwardly said.

At this time, Torre returned, placing two bright, golden Contract Seeds on the table.

"These are it," Torre said irritably, "Take them and go."

The moment he heard Torre's tone, Lair's anger surged within him.

This damn guy, it was one thing to bully him so harshly before, but now he could totally disregard it. The problem was, now that Lord Visas knew he was bullied before, as a self-proclaimed Chief believer of Lord Visas, what would happen if Lord Visas thought he was an incapable waste?

Moreover, if you dared to treat me this way before Lord Visas came, that's one thing, but you dare do so after Lord Visas is here?