Who hid My Corpse!

Yes, selecting suitable "seeds" in the No-man's Land to expand the scale of Black Merchants has always been an old tradition.

Because in this world where divine power surpasses everything, even those keen on becoming Black Merchants hold some degree of reverence and fear towards the gods, making them cautious and restrained in many dealings and trades. But the residents of the No-man's Land are different; they have never known of the gods in this world, and naturally, they have no fear, allowing them to be more unscrupulous, just like Lair.

Of course, not all residents of the No-man's Land are like Lair; otherwise, they wouldn't have been trapped in the No-man's Land for so many years, never considering exploring the outside world.

At that time, Lair still didn't understand the reason, but later he guessed roughly the cause.

That is, some people don't want them to leave the No-man's Land, don't want them to see the outside world, only hoping they would forever watch over there.

Forever.

Seeing Harlow still glaring at him angrily, Lair waved his hand: "Alright, alright, don't look at me like that. Haven't I become a Gold Merchant yet? If I really do become one, I'll give you a hand."

Find a new scapegoat for Visas.

Lair thought to himself.

"What do you mean by give a hand?" Harlow said discontentedly, "Clearly it's cooperation, making big money together! You think I'm doing terribly? Let me tell you, recently I've been..."

"Alright, alright, stop with that nonsense." Lair impatiently interrupted Harlow, "I came for serious business."

In the past, Lair would definitely want to know what big money deals Harlow had recently, and would plead him to take him along, anything for making money.

But now, with Mr. Visas, those previous jobs no longer impressed him.

So he pulled out a large bag of money from his luggage, tossed it in front of Harlow, and raised an eyebrow: "The usual."

"Woah... you really made big money." Harlow asked, "All for me?"

"What do you mean give you? It's for my son!" Lair glared at Harlow, "Of course, take your share, but as per rules, the rest you need to..."

"Exchange for popular goods here, then take them back to your wife and children, I understand." Harlow swiftly put away the money bag, "I just want to know, you're almost a Gold Merchant, yet you still care about your son? Clearly, you can have a better life now."

"So what? If I don't use this to slap their faces, how will they know I was right back then!" The large bag of money taken away by Harlow made Lair feel somewhat reluctant; most of this money was scavenged from punks and the Rhein Knights. Visas generously gave him all the money without concern for wealth, yet he didn't use much, now giving it all to Harlow, but he must pretend not to care, "I clearly asked them to leave with me back then, but they didn't want to, even forbidding me to take my son. Heh, someday I'll personally return, throw these things on their faces, make them realize what a badass I've become now. Make my wife kneel pleading for my forgiveness, let my son experience the life of superiority!"

Harlow gave Lair a thumbs up, smiling: "Very ambitious."

Lair felt words couldn't accurately express his ambition, he wanted to continue speaking, but somehow, when the words reached his mouth, he was unable to articulate them, his mind filled with the foggy sky and his sobbing wife and son.

"Hmph." He turned and left, "That day is coming soon."