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Chapter 73 I wish you a good dream
"You don't have to eat so hard, do you? It only took one breakfast time... You have eaten up the food in the whole half of the warehouse! It's no wonder you don't feel so uncomfortable!"

The 'Priest' had a dark face, and he grabbed the minstrel's creaking nest with both hands, and transported him towards the staff rest area like dragging a corpse: "And where do you want to go in a hurry?"

"I signed an employment contract with a tavern owner, I want to apologize to him, and then pay my own compensation for breach of contract... Hiccup!"

Angelo clutched his stomach, with an uncomfortable yet contented expression on his face: "I'm sorry supervisor... hiccup... I haven't had enough food for a whole year... so happy..."

"I will deduct all the food you ate from your salary!" The pastor's forehead was full of veins: "And how do you compensate? You, a poor man who can't even get a few copper coins from your body, what can you do to compensate? Dragon blood?"

"Of course it will be compensated with dragon blood."

Charles:? ?
"Our historian has the extraordinary characteristic of ignoring the mysterious weight, so even if a mortal accepts the gift of the dragon, he will not be affected by the abyss."

Angelo's tone was extremely calm: "The diluted dragon blood has the magical function of prolonging the lifespan of mortals. It is a priceless treasure for them!"

"So you don't have any money, so you use the extremely precious dragon's blood as a reward?!"

Charles was finally stunned: "How many times have you done such a thing?! How many people are willing to believe your crazy actions?"

"This... I can't remember how many times... But I won't tell them directly that what I gave is dragon's blood, I will only say that it is a special life potion."

Angelo smiled embarrassedly: "Most people are still willing to believe me, only a small number of people think I'm a liar, and then scold me and tell me to get out..."

The bard scratched his head: "During my hungriest period, I used to exchange my own blood for money, but as soon as the news of the dragon's blood spread, I immediately fell into the hunt of the Royal Army in the imperial city. And hunting, caused a lot of trouble."

"You did a great job, don't do it next time."

Charles' face became more and more helpless: "I will handle the compensation for that tavern myself, and you can just stay in the company and recuperate your weak body now."

After hearing the other party's promise, Angelo's face was completely relaxed. He smirked, and the dragon let out a grateful voice.

"You've been so kind to me, Charles, I can't thank you enough..."

"Okay, okay, shut your mouth and take a good rest now, you will be busy in a few days."

Charles angrily interrupted the other party's words. As a "nightmare businessman" who is good at trading, when he heard that the other party actually exchanged the legendary abyss dragon's blood for food, the Red Moon Angel almost lost his anger.

What is a blood loss?This is the real 'blood loss'! !
The Red Moon Angel sighed helplessly. He didn't expect that this domineering black dragon, who summoned all things in history to suppress him in the abyss of dreams, was simply a brainless and innocent ghost in this world.

Charles originally planned to let him take over his job after the dragon recovered, but now it seems that the 'staff training' proposed by the Storm God is simply too important!
Training is a must, hard training!The kind of training that can't escape!

While talking and laughing, the two had already entered the interior space of the airship.

After being swallowed by the black rain, the interior of the airship, which was originally bloody and full of wreckage and severed limbs, has taken on a new look at this moment. Coupled with the cleaning of the recruited laborers, the environment in the entire church is much brighter.

If the fallen giant airship is seen from the outside, it is almost in line with the surrounding tall buildings, and even faintly higher than one head, so its internal space is naturally very large.

However, Roy no longer intends to let this giant airship fly again. It would consume too much manpower and money to keep this giant beast suspended in the air day and night.

It is possible to fly, but it is not necessary.

The only meaning that the airship never landed before was simply the most direct means for the Church of the Holy Light to declare the supremacy of theocracy to the world.

But Shenhai Company didn't intend to waste this money, just turn the airship into a characteristic building. This will also make it easier for future migrant workers to come and go, and save them a lot of taxi money.

How good.

In the sight of Angelo and Charles, the resplendent church hall was shining with pure gold and precious stones.

After all, this church is a luxurious holy place built with the bishop's painstaking efforts and a lot of money.

There are layers of steps that rotate and interweave in the center of the hall, arching the only seat in the entire space at a high place, which is a symbol of glory that belongs exclusively to Bishop Shengguang. He always likes to sit on a high place, overlooking the humble The mortal and the girl dolls he made with his own hands.

It's a pity that the bishop is currently enjoying an eternal vacation in the Black Sea at the bottom of the abyss, and he may not have time to worry about the management of the airship for the time being.

What a deep shame...one can only wish him the best of luck in the water.

Hope people are okay.

In addition, the church hall is connected to many passages to branch rooms. Apart from the narrow and cramped bedrooms of mortals and the airship operating room, the other rooms inside the airship are enough to make anyone creepy.

The Yongxin Hall, which looks like a factory workshop, the bishop's doll room, the execution chamber specially used to torture mortals, and the crematorium for disposing of corpses...

Even though Roy washed away all the blood with the black rain, those sins were still deeply rooted in the utensils in these rooms.

So the Storm Lord simply wiped everything that the bishop had worked so hard to build with thunderbolts, and then prepared to re-decorate the interior in these empty rooms.

From now on, this place is no longer the Holy Light Church, but the first stronghold of the Deep Sea Company stationed in the present world.

The current staff lounge has probably also been decorated in a prototype.

Sofas, tables and chairs, bar counters for serving food, bookshelves, shower rooms, potted plants and other facilities are placed in a bright room, which seems to make people feel comfortable inside.

boom!
The door of the rest area was slammed shut by Charles with a stinky face. He thought he had hired a good colleague to share the pressure, but he was the only one working...

Only the very handsome bard was left lying on the sofa belching with his full stomach.

Silence fell.

Angelo lay on a soft pillow, staring blankly at the white ceiling of the room, and the bard fell into a trance for a moment.

It's really quiet...

There are no more crazy ravings in my ears, no more vicious crazy laughter, no more dense eyes that represent pain, anxiety, remorse, anger, sadness, and hatred.

so good……

The bard closed his eyes, and the dragon guarding history finally embraced the long-lost peaceful dreamland.

The crimson moonlight shone softly on the room, and a relieved smile appeared on the face of the middle-aged gentleman leaning outside the door.

His lips moved slightly, whispering the long-forgotten moon blessing in an ancient language.

"May the crimson moon... illuminate your dreams forever..."

"have a good dream."

(End of this chapter)