This necromancer is going to seduce the beautiful girls who are already dead.

"What about his words and actions?" This was what Rebecca was most concerned about. Weapons were dispensable to the evil god puppets, since they all possessed superpowers bestowed upon them by the gods.

"There's nothing strange about his business dealings, it's just that his personality is a bit odd—we're just guards at the gate, we don't know much about him. We've heard that he seems to be particularly interested in pretty blonde girls, so we've warned him not to get any funny ideas in the city."

Rebecca's eyes narrowed.

A beautiful blonde girl, isn't there one over here?

"What time of day does he usually come here?"

"That's hard to say. His arrival time is not fixed, and according to his mercenaries, they also sell cloth in nearby villages at prices slightly higher than the purchase price in the city. Their usual activities are also unpredictable."

"Okay, thank you for your report. You can go back to work now." Rebecca nodded.

“Of course, Miss.” The squad leader stood up, bowed to Rebecca, and left.

He walked halfway and suddenly scratched his head.

"Tsk... Was I too obedient to that girl? But it doesn't seem like a big deal, she seems quite reliable... No, maybe not... Ah, right, reliable... Ah, no... Oh right, it's okay..."

Leaving the squad leader who was still debating whether the other party was reliable, Rebecca reported all her findings to the others.

Everyone seemed very happy after hearing Rebecca's words.

The evil god puppet has revealed its true colors, which is much simpler than if it had remained hidden in the shadows, ready to cause trouble at any moment.

“Very good, Rebecca is still as reliable as ever. Now, you can decide on the next steps yourself. See if you can find this guy and get rid of him without Flora’s knowledge.” Abyss nodded approvingly. “Although I can’t be of much help right now, just let me know if you need my cooperation.”

“Take good care of Flora. Make sure she gets some rest these next few days,” Rebecca said. “Do you know we’ve all been trying not to be jealous to cooperate with you? Don’t let our efforts go to waste.”

“Who…who’s jealous! I don’t care at all!” Leona answered even before Abyss.

"Why are you jealous?" Agnes's innocent voice came through—this was the only one who wasn't jealous at all.

Abyss chuckled, "I understand. Flora is probably trying to keep herself from thinking about anything inappropriate right now. Whether it's for you or for Flora, I'll do my best."

Abyss is right. Although Flora said she wanted to be an ordinary girl and enjoy a peaceful life these days, how could she possibly forget what she and her group were doing right now?

She just wanted to reassure Abyss and the others, and to make sure their efforts weren't in vain.

Having experienced the sudden disappearance of Rebecca and the others at that "high-end hotel," and the unexpected enthusiasm of the hotel staff, Flora had already guessed what might have happened, but she didn't ask.

“Since that guy is interested in a girl like Flora, you must protect Flora well. I have a feeling that this evil god puppet might be very powerful, and he will definitely not let us have an easy time—if the Abyss really fulfills Flora's wish, then the Lord of Delusion may be powerless to save her.”

Rebecca said in a deep voice.

“I’ll protect Flora closely for the next few days,” Sophia said. “With me protecting her in the shadows, it shouldn’t be so easy for them to get close to Flora and cause trouble.”

After some discussion, everyone assigned their respective tasks:

Sophia is responsible for secretly protecting Abyss and Flora; Abyss is responsible for playing with Flora and adapting to changing circumstances; Rebecca is responsible for investigating everywhere, with Leona as her team, acting as Rebecca's bodyguard when needed; Agnes has already established contact with the boundless flower sea surrounding this town, and now every plant here is Agnes's sentinel.

“Abyss, you’ve been a little distracted since earlier. What are you thinking about?” Flora suddenly tugged at Abyss’s sleeve.

She was unaware of the thought sharing that had just occurred to her; in her view, Abyss only occasionally showed a thoughtful expression.

Abyss chuckled and said, "Oh, I'm thinking about your next challenge. I don't want it to be too difficult; it'll be more fun if I tease you a little sometimes."

"You're teasing me?" Flora feigned anger. "Why are you teasing me!"

"Because I wanted to see you puff up in anger." Abyss affectionately poked Flora's nose.

Just as Flora was still feeling shy, a loud voice suddenly rang out in the street.

"Hey, hey, hey, make way! Young Master Parsons is here on patrol, don't bump into him!"

Chapter 368 The Eccentric Young Master

Abyss and Flora looked in the direction the sound came from, and saw a group of people walking towards them from the street.

There were five people in the group. Four of them were dressed in the same clothes and each had a knife at their waist. In the middle of these four people, a well-dressed young man swaggered around.

The young man's attire clearly told those who saw him that he was an aristocrat—expensive clothes, glittering gold jewelry, a neatly slicked-back hairstyle, and a well-trimmed mustache.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't block the way! Don't block the way! Young Master Paron is in a good mood today, everyone do your best and try to get a reward." The attendant at the front cleared the way for the young man called Young Master Paron while dispersing the tourists who were standing on the street and didn't know what was going on.

"The commercial street is bustling with activity today, not bad, not bad. Hey little flower girl over there, you're wearing a pink hat today, I really like it. Someone, give her twenty Imperial Coins."

Young Master Parsons was walking down the street looking very impressive when he suddenly spoke to a little girl selling flowers on the street.

One of his attendants immediately pulled out twenty imperial coins from his pocket, scurried over to the bewildered little girl, and stuffed the money into her hand.

"This money is a reward from Young Master Palen. You can spend it however you like, just remember that Young Master Palen is the future lord of Salt Lake Town!"

The attendant said earnestly.

Although the little girl didn't understand what had just happened, the Imperial Coins in her hand were indeed heavy, which made her immediately lie down on the ground and say, "Thank you, kind young master Paron!"

"Hehe, everyone, please continue. I'm just here to make an inspection. Everyone, keep your spirits up." Young Master Paron accepted the little girl's thanks with his head held high, his pride growing even stronger.

Abyss and Flora were both quite surprised to see this wealthy young man suddenly walk over.

Generally speaking, shouldn't these ostentatious young masters be considered scoundrels? For example, extorting protection money on this street, or bullying local vendors, leaving them angry but unable to speak out.

But this young master, although he looks somewhat mentally challenged, doesn't resemble a spoiled brat at all.

"Esteemed guests, this is Young Master Paron, the only son of our Lord of Salt Lake Town." Behind Abyss and Flora stood a candy vendor, who introduced them in a low voice. "Travelers visiting Salt Lake Town for the first time may find this strange. This is Young Master Paron's weekly routine inspection—his inspection involves giving money to anyone he likes. You just need to shop normally and not block his way."

"There are such young masters? How much money does his family have?" Abis asked curiously.

"This Xianhu Town is all the fiefdom of Young Master Palen's family. The wealth of Xianhu Town is directly proportional to the wealth of Young Master Palen's family." The vendor's words carried a hint of awe. "There are always lucky people who can receive rewards from the young master. He never expects anything in return for giving money; all you need to do is thank him properly."

"Then what's in it for him to do this?" Flora asked, puzzled. "What's the point of giving money to someone for no reason?"

"He seems to really want to be a wise lord, so he wants to gain the respect of the townspeople before inheriting his father's title," the vendor said, lowering his voice. "He probably thinks that doing so will make everyone like him, right?"

This young master seems to be a naive rich kid. His father's business acumen has not been passed down to him.

The local lord was the same shrewd man who led Salt Lake Town from an obscure little town to a multiplied economy in just forty years. Judging from the age of this young master Paron, the lord must have been over fifty when he had such a precious son, and it's very likely he was spoiled from a young age.

Small favors are unlikely to win people's loyalty, especially gifts given without any reason or whim.

Those who received the money might be overjoyed and immediately thank the young master for his kindness. However, the result would be that everyone would think he was a fool. If he were made the local lord, the people might worry that his lack of economic acumen would lead the town back to poverty.

"Yes, you tourist over there, that's you. I find your face quite pleasing to the eye. Take this voucher and eat at any hotel in town as much as you like; I, Parsons, will reimburse your expenses!"

"Hey, you old man selling hats over there, the tea you're drinking is terrible—someone, give him a hundred Imperial Coins—buy some better tea!"

Young Master Paron strode confidently down the street, occasionally giving a tip to passersby.

"Sigh, I wonder when my luck will turn around again." The vendor leaned on his cart, gazing at Young Master Paron over there, and muttered to himself, "It's been three months since I last received a reward from the young master, why hasn't it been my turn yet?"

"Does this young master Paron give money to a lot of people every time?" Abyss asked again.

"Yes, there are many people. Anyway, the Earl's family is rich. Even if Young Master Parsons sends out a portion every week, it's no problem at all. That's just a small part of the young master's allowance," the vendor said. "Oh, and that's not all. Sometimes when Young Master Parsons sees someone he particularly likes, he'll develop a 'love for talent' and ask that person to work in his house. In this respect, the young master is quite domineering. If that person is unwilling, the young master will pester them to the end and spend money until they agree."

“Hmm…he sounds like a very difficult person to deal with,” Abyss nodded.

Flora, however, had a bad feeling at this moment.

Could it be...?

"Hmm? There's a male and female poet over there. Judging from your attire, you must be top-notch poets, right? Come to my house and be my personal poets. Write me poems and sing for me every day. I'll give you both 500 Imperial Coins a month. How about it?"

It was at this moment that young Master Paron saw Abyss and Flora standing there and shouted.

"Congratulations!" Young Master Paron's entourage rushed over excitedly. "You've found a high-paying job in Salt Lake Town!"

"Huh?" Flora was stunned. How did she get entangled with him like this?

Abyss looked at young Master Paron's face with great interest, pondered for a moment, and then whispered to Flora:

"So, here's your next challenge: figure out a way to get this young master to give up without any conflict."

"Huh??" Flora turned around and looked at Abyss in disbelief.

Abyss, with a mischievous grin, winked at Flora.

Chapter 369 High-Paying Jobs for Poets

"Don't just stand there, come with us!" The attendants enthusiastically surrounded Abyss and Flora, as if they intended to welcome them home with great fanfare.

"Ah...maybe we should just forget it?" Flora looked timidly at the overly enthusiastic followers. "We don't want to look for work here..."

"Is there any need to refuse the job that Young Master Paron has introduced?" a follower immediately said. "In the entire Western Empire, you won't find a better job than Young Master Paron's."

“Exactly! Not only will you get a salary, but you'll also enjoy a stable life. You won't have to work long hours every day. Young Master Parsons will arrange comfortable housing for you in town, so you can enjoy the beautiful scenery of Salt Lake Town in your spare time,” another follower added. “And if you do well, the young master will give you a raise and bonuses!”

"Do you know what a wonderful future you're rejecting?" another follower asked, his expression one of utter disappointment.

Young Master Paron stood there confidently, arms crossed, watching them, waiting for Flora and Abyss to come back with him.

“Abyss…” Flora became nervous. The task Abyss had just given her was too sudden, leaving her at a loss for what to do.

Abyss walked up to Flora and whispered in her ear, "Come on, be confident. Aren't you supposed to be good at this kind of thing? To make it a little more challenging, I won't help you, but I'll cooperate as long as you give me the signal."

Flora calmed down after hearing Abyss's words.

Indeed, although Flora wanted to live the life of an ordinary girl this time, she was still herself. She had always been a girl who was very good at communicating with people.

Although she wasn't the talkative type, Flora's unique thoughtfulness and gentleness gave her a considerable talent for persuading others.

Flora wants to be an ordinary girl, but definitely not the kind of person who drifts with the tide and is useless without relying on her own efforts and wit to deal with problems.

“I’m sorry, my fiancé and I don’t want to settle down anywhere right now. We prefer to travel the world. We appreciate your kindness, Mr. Perrin, but if you really leave us here, it will be like putting a lark in a cage.” Flora looked up and said softly to Mr. Perrin.

"You think the wages are too low?"

However, Flora's words were like talking to a brick wall for Young Master Paron. This simple-minded young master, who had no manners and only a kind heart, was not impressed. He held up one hand and made a number.

"I'll give you a number... eight hundred Imperial Coins per person per month!"

"Young master! There's too much!" a servant shouted.

"Master will be angry!" another attendant immediately adopted a posture of remonstrance, "Young Master! You mustn't! If you give too much, Young Master's allowance won't be enough!"

"Don't stop me! This is my appreciation of talent! Look at these two poets, they're like a pair of beautiful white swans! Paying them this much! Isn't eight hundred Imperial Coins appropriate?" Young Master Paron said angrily.

The passersby all grinned.

This young master Paron is indeed generous; eight hundred Imperial Coins is quite a high salary.