National destiny: Starting with a coffin, building an aircraft carrier is broadcast live globally.

A brief exchange of whispers among the crowd.

Randomly and quickly observed everyone's expressions and found no disgust or surprise, just like...

Like a landmark building such as a church, which was originally a hidden feature collectively forgotten by the entire town, it has now suddenly been brought to the forefront.

Although he is not religious, this is clearly abnormal.

In this small town where everyone seems to follow a routine every day, no one seems to feel pain or have any worries.

But the phrase "not taking a penny"

To the townspeople, it sounded as magical as "free shipping" or "discounted eggs" from some other dimension.

After chirping to each other for a while, the tired-looking guys nodded expectantly.

Renyi nodded to himself.

Originally, I just wanted to find an excuse to let Aurora hear some gossip... uh, intelligence in the confessional, but judging from the townspeople's reaction, there's something fishy going on at the church!

"And what about you?"

Renyi was pondering his next step.

One of the girls who were boldly staring at Ivan suddenly teased Renyi:

"With such good looks, could he be a heartless boss who just orders others around and collects the money all he wants?"

Heartless?

Ren Yi raised an eyebrow slightly, looking both surprised and innocent. "How could this be!"

"I am a magician."

The conversation ended.

He raised his right hand, and a gold coin appeared out of thin air between his index and middle fingers.

The gold coin seemed to come alive, rolling from the index finger to the ring finger between the long, slender, and flexible fingers, then obediently falling back between the thumb and index finger, disappearing into thin air.

Basic techniques for creating fancy coin collecting patterns.

He only knew the basics because of his nimble fingers, and was only responsible for fancy designs. As for coin hiding?

That's a system task o(*￣︶￣*)o

However, this scene was quite magical in the eyes of the simple and honest townspeople.

They all craned their necks to search the ground, and the girls and children exclaimed in surprise, trying to find a clue.

"Stop looking."

He calmed the crowd's commotion with a gentle smile.

"This doesn't even qualify as a small warm-up."

"Tomorrow morning, in the open space in front of the church, the 'Raising the Coffin for Fortune' circus will bring a real shock."

He looked around at the excited faces of the townspeople, approached the girl who had asked the question, and placed two gold coins in her hand.

"Real steel forging, superhuman strength that pushes the limits, mysterious exotic customs, and miracles never seen even in dreams."

"Tickets are two gold coins each... Ma'am, consider it a treat from this heartless boss. Please be sure to come tomorrow."

The crowd erupted in thunderous cheers.

Since there's nothing much to buy anyway, this novel entertainment activity completely ignited the passion in the dull town.

People spread the word excitedly, discussing how early they should arrive the next day to secure a good spot.

Ren watched the townspeople gradually disperse, his hands in his pockets—

Is it difficult to earn six thousand gold coins?

"Boss, didn't she notice?"

After everyone had left, Klaus asked in a low, respectful voice, "Dog."

"Um."

Of the two gold coins he gave the girl, one was crafted by Klaus, and Nathan was specially made to look old so that the color and wear matched.

At least, from the perspective of these six people, they are exactly the same.

"It's not just a matter of whether we find it or not..." Klaus began pacing back and forth, his fingers constantly fiddling with the lever handle.

This was the first time in his life he had ever done something like "illegal minting"...

And in such a strange place!

The boss just slipped it into the hands of that female townswoman. Maybe she was so captivated that she didn't look closely... Maybe it will only be discovered when she spends it or takes it to the casino?

Klaus was already envisioning a documentary in his mind about how his team would be dragged to the harbor and sacrificed because of his forgery.

"no......"

"Let's find a shop and buy something, and see if this damn town will honor its promise!"

He randomly picked up the half-eaten apple that had just been thrown away from the ground and threw it into the trash can.

"Relax, this can't be blamed on you at all."

The evaluation of the gold coins in the town already states that the material is pure gold.

Furthermore, his system can stack the gold coins created by Klaus in the same storage slot as the others, indicating that they are completely identical at the game rule level.

"To put it another way... you're just a fallback plan."

"?"

Klaus, who was about to continue his anxiety, stopped abruptly and pointed a finger at the tip of his nose:

"Plan...D?"

Isn't that just a backup of a backup of a backup?

"Me?" His voice rose a half-octave. "Even if, even if I'm just a backup, where are A, B, and C?!"

Why did I get ranked D directly?

Ivan, always eager for drama, chimed in, "A might just pry that fat guy's gold tooth off."

Nathan, fixing his hair with a red nose, chimed in, "B burned down the casino and robbed the vault."

As for C,

Klaus rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"I'll sell you to the mayor to work as a porter!"

"Why should I sell myself? The boss won't agree!" Ivan shouted in rebuttal.

[These two silly roe deer didn't even notice the blind spot...]

[This is truly the ultimate level of being sold out and still helping to count the money (doge)]

[How can you sell something that belongs to a big shot? The circus laborers have no say in it.]

[Hehe, I'm guessing there will definitely be a traditional performance, like breaking a boulder on one's chest.]

He glanced up at the sky, then turned and waved to the newly ordained nun of the town:

"Aurora, let's go to the church together."

Aurora was somewhat surprised.

She was prepared to go to take up her post alone.

Originally, the church was just a side project, and I was idly gazing at the distant, seemingly shadowed, spire-shaped building.

But the townspeople's reaction to the church was strange.

It's not about dislike or taboo, but rather a subconscious avoidance.

"There might be danger in places with hidden storylines, and we're worried about you going alone."

......

It was already dark.

On the dimly lit street, a group of people, dressed in clothes provided by the tailor, walked along a gradually secluded path toward the church.

Just now, when they passed by the tailor shop, Uncle Bud, the tailor, stopped them.

"Halt, outsider!"

The middle-aged man, who spoke as if he were performing in an opera, put on his glasses around his neck with a serious expression and scrutinized them from head to toe, especially Ivan.

"If this is for tomorrow's performance, you need a more presentable appearance!"

"Wearing these rags... is a desecration of the stage and the audience!"

As he spoke, he waved for everyone to go inside.

The tailor shop had a scent of linseed oil and the fragrance of agarwood in the fabric.

Upstairs was where the Bud family lived. Bud's wife and child—a chubby little boy—curiously ran down to look at them.

When the group emerged from the tailor shop, the disheveled state of the refugees at sea had completely vanished.