The man's movents were quite agile.
He gently put away the tape asure, and his words also had the intention of sending the guest off.
Miss Gavin was still a little unsatisfied.
However, from the corner of her eye, she saw her servants and attendants standing upright on the porch.
There was also a pot-bellied rchant beside her.
"Sorry, I have other guests to receive."
The man revealed an apologetic expression.
Miss Gavin hurriedly nodded. Her heart was pounding as she quickly lowered her head and left the backyard.
Until she left the tailor shop.
She couldn't help but look back.
However, what made her a little strange was that the owner of the tailor shop closed the door on his own initiative even though it was the afternoon when business was the best.
" That rchant must be a big client. Only then can he receive such thoughtful service from Mr. Farian.
" Ah, in two weeks, my grandfather will probably pass away. I should be able to get a large amount of inheritance by then. Mother once promised that I can use this money freely. Can I hire Mr. Farian to be my personal tailor?
"But what reason should I use to convince my parents…"
The girl left with a worried expression.
In the tailor shop.
The man carefully tidied up the silk and cloth that had just been unfolded.
His fingers were fair and long, and no matter what he did, there was a unique rhythm that gave people a beautiful enjoynt.
Setrunk looked at the man quietly.
He did not speak.
This was because he knew that the other party did not like to be disturbed when he was focused on his work.
After a long ti.
The man finally sorted everything out.
He raised his head and glanced at Setrunk.
"The mission failed?"
Setrunk shook his head.
"I can't say it's a failure."
The man said bluntly,
"In my case, if you can't kill everyone present, it's a failure!"
Setrunk looked at the man quietly.
"Sener, you are a little too extre.
" Wait, let get rid of this damn skin first. This perverted businessman doesn't fit my personality at all. I'm going crazy from his greasy experience!"
As they spoke.
He began to tear his skin with his hands in frustration.
The man nad Sener carefully handed over a bottle of oil.
Setrunk grabbed so randomly and wiped it on his body. In a short while, the skin on his body was completely peeled off.
Imdiately after.
His height and weight had also undergone subtle changes.
From a pot-bellied rchant, he had turned into a young man with a tender face.
"You have no idea how disgusting this stupid gem rchant is. I was affected by his sissy personality. The more I think about it, the angrier I get. If it were who was talking to that tree-planting mage just now, I would definitely cut that bastard into pieces!"
After shedding his skin, Setrunk seed to have beco a completely different person.
His eyes were extrely fierce, like a wounded lone wolf.
His tone was filled with irascible elents. Even just hearing him speak would make one feel annoyed.
"No, I have to go back to the scene now. I have to kill them all!"
The more he spoke, the more excited Setrunk beca. He raised his knife and wanted to leave the tailor shop, but Sener grabbed him.
"Calm down, little Set. You are a little too extre."
Sener said gently.
Setrunk glared angrily.
Puff! Puff!
Sen pulled out two bananas from nowhere and quickly peeled them. Then, he stuffed them into Setrunk's mouth.
"Listen to , calm down.
"Do you want to give you more bananas?"
An even more furious fla flashed in Setrunk's eyes.
But for so reason.
However, he was unprecedentedly calm.
There was silence in the tailor shop.
The only sound left was the sound of Setrunk chewing a banana.
After a while.
He lowered his head and said to Sener,
" I'm sorry, Sener, I shouldn't have been so stubborn. The mission has indeed failed."
Sener said gently,
" It's alright, Little Set. I'm your ntor. It's my responsibility to tolerate you.
" But if you fail again, I will dismber you myself.
"You've watched dismber people many tis. You definitely don't want to experience it for yourself, right?"
Setrunk couldn't help but shiver.
He knew very well how terrifying this elegant gentleman in front of him could be when he went crazy.
His ntor was a super terrorist who had slaughtered more than 100,000 people in two cities!
In the entire southern lands.
The na of the red-letter hunter, Sener, might not be able to stop children from crying, but it could make countless adults with professional levels fall into nightmares.
"I won't fail."
he hastily swore.
Sener casually threw the banana peel into the trash can.
"So, how is the progress?"
Setrunk reported truthfully,
" I've succeeded in diverting the disaster. At least for the next period of ti, Shadow Leopard and Windseeker will focus their attention on the Dark Shadow Fist Sect and the descending Babasha. My Conspiracy has made a small progress. I'm only one step away from the final ritual, and I can try to step into the legendary realm."
Sener shook his head.
"I didn't ask that. I just want to know how far you and Matthew have progressed."
Setrunk sighed and said,
"He's very cunning. Perhaps it's because I was too careless and exposed my identity in advance. In short, he didn't accept my gift and even snatched the Earth's Crown from …
" However, we had a rather friendly conversation. I wonder if this will help to distort the writing of the contract?"
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