In any case, due to a phone call, my life took a 180-degree turn. While I was adjusting to my new identity and struggling in the business world, an anticipated fish quietly appeared.
He seed like an ordinary fabric rchant, a family business with a good reputation and a long history. He appeared to be one of those old-fashioned rchants who treat business as part of their lineage. In many urban legends, these old-fashioned figures liked to join eccentric clubs or churches.
In fact, it was true. The garland pattern on his lapel pin was extrely familiar.
Up to this point, I had so doubts. Most of the high-ranking executives of Lily of the Valley had seen when I was unconscious. So if this person was sent by Lily of the Valley, he should recognize , right? Why would he wear this lapel pin and co to see openly? Wouldn't that expose everything the mont we t?
I discreetly engaged with this person, and he genuinely seed to be here to discuss business, hinting that he hoped to expand his business into the werewolf pack, all because of my 'assistance'.
So, we discussed business, and I couldn't pretend to know nothing. That wouldn't be a proper way to conduct business.
Fortunately, the entire company's managent was loyal to the queen, and they personally taught . Surprisingly, it gave a sowhat imposing presence in front of outsiders.
However, even though the business negotiations went well, I couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness. Where was the espionage? Where was the gathering of information? Were we just here to make money?
But this peaceful interaction didn't last long. Soon, the fish revealed its true intentions.
I didn't particularly enjoy sports like golf. To be honest, from my werewolf perspective, I couldn't understand why it was considered a sport. You stood, swung a club, and watched the ball roll into the hole. How was that a sport?
Sotis, when I saw middle-aged businessn with big bellies, I could sowhat understand. Their bellies were larger than any ball, and looking at them made your back ache. I guessed it could be considered a 'ball sport' that tired people out.
In any case, standing on the golf course and looking at the smiling businessn around , I thought, 'Ah, the anticipated mont has finally arrived.'
What surprised , however, was that this person was very candid. He didn't beat around the bush like when we discussed business. As soon as he opened his mouth, he got straight to the point. "I know you, Miss, not in the sense of business, and I also know that you recognized at first sight. I deliberately wore the lapel pin in the most conspicuous place."
With his statent, I had no chance to feign ignorance. I replied straightforwardly, "Actually, I don't understand you. Aren't you afraid that the werewolf pack will co after you for approaching so openly, considering the unresolved issues between your master and us?" "My master? Whom do you an?" The rchant didn't engage with that topic. "I'm just a humble believer and can't converse with the supre deity. An officer? Not exactly. We just mutually benefit from each other."
His words hinted at sothing deeper.
"So, you want to tell that you don't follow your god's orders but rather soone else's, like an officer?"
"As I said, it's not a superior-subordinate relationship. It's just cooperation. I'm a businessman, and all businessn seek their benefit."
He didn't deny it.
He was indeed a strange individual. He believed in a cult but wasn't devout, and worshiped a deity, but didn't show respect. Did he truly consider the Lily of the Valley a path to riches?
He continued, "Actually, I'm an atheist. You don't need to be surprised. It's the 21st century now, and many young people believe more in cigarettes, alcohol, and marijuana than gods. I don't believe there are no gods in this world; I just think that gods are optional. People have long since passed the era where they couldn't survive in nature without gods. Nowadays, even the gods themselves are weakening, so who can they manage?
"Of course, I respect your faith. The Moon Goddess is a kind deity, and I have no intention of disrespecting her.
"As for , it's embarrassing to say, but when you inherit the family business, you also inherit the family's sins. One of my ancestors believed in this deity, so our family has believed in her generation after generation."
I asked, "And you? This doesn't testify to your helplessness regarding your faith; it only makes think you're a cult lunatic rotting from the inside out."
He didn't seem upset by my words. "It's natural for you to think that way, and it's also why I'm unwilling to let this faith continue in our family.
"No one likes cultists. I'm a businessman. If people don't like , who will I do business with? Since we made a commitnt to our faith, it hasn't brought anything except continuous investnts of manpower, resources, and funds to support a group of lunatics causing trouble."
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