"Boss, you should know that even the most low-level props that come out of the main god's space will be popular in the real world, right?"
Squirrel asked anxiously.
"Of course I know!"
Charles nodded.
It is already a big expense to exchange the props, and bringing them from the Lord God's space to the real world also requires a large amount of handling fees, sometimes the cost is even equal to or even higher than the purchase of the props themselves!
Therefore, many reincarnations have slandered the main god, so he must have the attributes of a vampire.
Even so, as long as it is brought to the real world, some rich people, chaebols, and even countries are willing to buy it.
If you simply count the economic value, it must be more profitable than Charles's method of exchanging gold.
But after he did such a few businesses, he got into trouble without accident, seriously injured the squirrel at that time, and almost died, so Charles immediately cut off his thoughts in this regard.
Those national forces will not let go of any channels and clues to obtain extraordinary items. If they go on like this one by one, following the vines, they will definitely implicate a large number of reincarnations.
Charles had thought of this problem early on, so he would rather endure the slow growth of wealth than deal with those forces.
But even so, he still exchanged a few props that are beneficial to ordinary people, and let the squirrel bring them to Mettler's family.
"I've hinted at them already, but you know Mettler's wife, she's a vain woman who likes to show off, she almost used me as a cash machine..."
The squirrel complained: "After she owed a sum of debt due to her extravagant life recently, this woman actually wants to sell them on the black market..."
"Damn..."
Charles clutched his forehead and had nothing to say.
"Because of this, she was immediately targeted!"
Squirrel said frankly: "Originally it was just a gang, and I wanted to get rid of them alone, but when I got to their headquarters, I found out that they were a subordinate force of the Kingdom Black Club, and I had already informed the boss of this news …”
When he said this, his tone was also very depressed.
Charles understands this very well. After all, no matter who they are, they will go crazy when they meet such a pig teammate.
"It's really hard work for you!"
It is wrong to know that this squirrel is still hard-working, and Charles also knows through the monitoring of other reincarnations that he has not done anything that is not conducive to the team in the real world, otherwise their team would have disposed of the squirrel and replaced it with another one. Obedient agent too.
"Has the Black Clothes Society of the kingdom noticed the Mettler family?"
Charles got up and sighed: "This is really unfortunate news!"
"Boss, what are you going to do?"
Squirrel asked in horror.
"Of course I'm going to solve the trouble!"
Charles took his coat and put it on, and said it as easily as if he had gone shopping.
"Here... but... the kingdom..."
The squirrel even stuttered when he spoke.
It wasn't until this time that he vaguely remembered that this guy in front of him was a man who slaughtered cities and destroyed countries in countless reincarnation worlds, killed people in the wild at every turn, had a great power of thought, and was known as the king of thoughts.
In the real world, even if the power of thought can only be used halfway, fighting against ordinary gangs or even small-caliber pistols is just like talking and playing.
"Boss, when I beg you, don't make any big news, a werewolf Siegel is enough..."
He almost begged.
"Don't worry, do you think that the strength of us reincarnation lies in fighting and killing?"
Charles turned around and gave him a relieved smile. For some reason, Squirrel's mood became heavier.
…
Mettler's villa.
This family has a widow and a pair of cute baby girls who just moved in recently, but Mrs. Mettler seems to be very rich, and she always wears the latest designer coats, and there is no duplicate.
All this is naturally a gift from the squirrel.
After getting a large amount of cash, Mrs. Mettler immediately fell into intoxicated material desires, became intoxicated and dreamed of dying, doing nothing all day long, and even became a little crazy in her mental state.
If Charles saw this scene, he must be very regretful.
"The latest fashions, cosmetics, cars..."
Inside the villa, Mrs. Mettler was staring at the brochure, with a hot light in her eyes.
"I want them!"
She said to herself, went upstairs again, opened a safe, and took out a black crystal necklace.
The black necklace shone with a mysterious light, just holding it in the hand, it seemed that there was a cool air gushing out of it.
"Since this is Mettler's relic, I naturally have the right to deal with it!"
When Squirrel gave her these supernatural items, his statement was rather vague, let alone the specific value of these items.
Therefore, in the eyes of Mrs. Mettler, they are just a few precious accessories, and the style is still quite outdated.
There is no need to hesitate to sell them in exchange for more gold dollars.
"Did you know? Baby... there is a businessman who is willing to pay you two hundred thousand gold dollars, my God... that dead Mettler was a wimp when he was alive, how could he have such a thing?"
That's one of Mrs. Mettler's concerns, too.
She even suspected that her husband had been engaged in some illegal activities before, and that squirrel was his partner. Naturally, he felt a little hot and uneasy about what the other party gave him, and wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible.
But he didn't know that if these things were really stolen, if he took them rashly, he would bring himself huge troubles.
Of course, Mrs. Mettler, who has been dazzled by so many luxuries at this time, would not take this into consideration at all.
She hummed a light tune, put the black crystal necklace into her handbag, stepped on her high heels, and walked out the door.
…
Inside a trading company that looks ordinary on the outside, in the office of the general manager.
"Boss, this is the profile of the woman who is going to trade with us today!"
The person in charge of the trading company was dripping with cold sweat, staring uneasily at the boss who had come all the way.
The other party is a big shot in the Black Clothes Club, the general manager of this area, whose power is far beyond his comparability, but now he came here specially for the news he reported.
"Hmm... a very ordinary woman with a husband called Mettler? Died in an accident?"
The leader in black visibly moved when he saw this.
"That's right!"
The person in charge wiped his sweat: "According to our estimation, this Mettler should be selected by that place and become a reincarnation!"
For them, the matter of the main god's space is no secret at all.
At present, the "Reincarnation World" must be indispensable on the bedside bookcases of almost all powerful people.
Even, in order to obtain that illusory chance, there are not a few people who actively seek death.
It has to be said that this world is already crazy, and anything can happen.
"That necklace seems to have extraordinary power... It doesn't matter, I brought the latest detector this time, it can't be fake!"
The boss is obviously very satisfied with this discovery: "But this woman, we must take good care of her, no! We will lure her step by step, let her fall into various shopping traps, and clean up her family. Let's see what's coming out!"
When he said this, a gleam of coldness suddenly flashed in his eyes.
"Obey!"
The person in charge immediately saluted and promised.
"It really is a vicious plan!"
At this moment, an abrupt third-person voice suddenly appeared in the room.
"who?"
The person in charge immediately turned around vigilantly and put his hand on his waist.
The leader sitting on the deck chair also got up, staring at the sudden intruder with a gloomy face.
The other party has simple and honest eyes, and seems to be a little bald on the head, but his temperament is quite extraordinary, unlike ordinary people.
"Didi!"
"Didi!"
At this moment, on the black-clothed leader, an instrument suddenly resounded, making a sharp sound.
"The Transcendent Detector responds, are you a Transcendent?!"
He immediately exclaimed.
"Huh? Is it a good thing? It can actually sense my power!"
Charles was a little surprised, as soon as he stretched out his hand, the instrument flew to his hand automatically.
Seeing this scene, the two members of the Black Clothes Club have already determined that this guy must be the legendary reincarnation.
"You don't need to waste your time!"
Charles played with the instrument in his hand, and suddenly smiled: "From the moment I came in, the whole room was under the blockade of my thoughts. No matter what signals you send, your subordinates cannot receive them!"
"Are you here for Mrs. Mettler's affairs? Sorry... We are a little insincere in this matter!"
The leader of the Black Clothes Society immediately completed a 90-degree waist and apologized very sincerely.
He is also quite aware of the power of those supernatural beings and extraordinary beings. It is very dangerous for himself and his subordinates to come into contact with them unexpectedly at such a close distance.
"Don't worry, I'm not someone like Siegel. Besides, although you have bad ideas, they haven't been implemented after all, have you?"
Charles suddenly smiled: "A friend of mine often warns me not to resort to force easily for things that can be solved with resourcefulness, and compared to mind power, some small skills are more useful, such as..."
He took out a black pocket watch, but there was no pointer inside, but a small black magic circle: "Sorry... I'm not proficient in spiritual magic, I must use this little thing to assist, the Forgetting Curse!"
Swish!
A white light flashed, and Charles suddenly disappeared.
The black-clothed leader looked dull, and suddenly put on his coat: "Okay, I should go too, after all, it was just a misjudgment, and it's nothing serious!"
"I'm so sorry, boss!"
The person in charge apologized again and again, and both of them seemed to have completely forgotten about Mrs. Mettler.