Zhang Huaping often listened to her professional ghost-exorcist friends chatting. They likened the ghost's eerie and oppressive feeling to a heavy weight pressing on the heart.

And before her eyes.

If this uniform wave of smiles were to be weighed by the pressure on the heart.

She felt the weight of this smile to be a full three hundred pounds.

Creepy.

However, Zhang Huaping was ultimately professional, with an extremely strong mentality.

Years of tomb diving and demon hunting, dealing with all sorts of ghost incidents in Pingchang City, these life-and-death experiences told her:

The more you're afraid of ghosts, the quicker you die.

So she usually wouldn't show a shocked expression, unless she couldn't help it.

At this moment, it was just a mere surprise.

She quickly regained her composure, even showing a gentle smile and nodding to those strange fellows in the manor.

Then she acted as if nothing had happened and continued her work, hauling boxes to the manor's entrance.

"Did they come that quickly?"

The blacksmiths in the distance worked hard to maintain a polite smile.

Secretly glad that they maintained decorum as soon as they stepped out.

Otherwise, it would be like usual, madly rushing out of the dorm in a frenzy, disgracing our manor.

What about rummaging bandits, the fourth natural disaster?

All baseless rumors!

They had long abandoned martial arts for literature, cultivating their character, now honestly working as little blacksmiths.

At least when guests visit the manor, one must maintain the appearance of a normal person, with manners and dignity.

It's best to feign the aloof demeanor of a master blacksmith.

Suggesting to the outside world that a group of skilled and mysterious master forgers live here, aiming to be the world's number one manor in the future, otherwise, how could they raise prices and make money?

Without building a high-end image, without telling stories, how could they sell high-end weapons in the future?

Without selling high-end weapons, how could those female knights, saint children, come to exchange letters and customize weapons with them?

This path, Jiucai Rong and others explained clearly, don't do things that lower the class.

The manor blacksmiths need to be aloof, don't expose their failings today.

"Hahaha, you have arrived." Someone faked a human laugh.

"Welcome."

"Merchant purchase, a small matter."

More people maintained a cold, creepy, stiff smile, slowly nodding, and began to busy themselves.

Arriving at the medical hall and blacksmith shop, pretending to save daily work.

After several minutes, they couldn't help but return, hiding by the door, behind buildings, starting to exchange words.

Food God poked his head from the corner, complaining: "So you came before eight, couldn't the event let me log in at seven."

"How was my performance just now? My forging master persona is aloof and domineering!"

Shrimp Catcher looked a bit anxious, "In the future, when facing the Great Church Saintess from the letters, say this: Woman, beg me, and I'll give you! ... Woman, your weapon is under my control! ... Woman, I'm playing with fire! ... It's cold, take my weapon, your rival sect will be wiped out!"

Everyone called out in admiration.

Thinking this blacksmith's persona was high-end and cool, quietly copying the style.

They hid in the corners, fully relaxing as they chatted.

"Is this the new NPC? So beautiful, a mature businesswoman."

"What's in the box?"

"Such a beautiful mature businesswoman, I love her."

"It updated with a family and mentor system, can you earn favor points and recognize a master or mom? Grandma's not impossible either."

"Wait, is the cow that was bought to produce milk, quite exposed. What kind of strong backing does this game have to pass the approval?"

"That might be a new race, can I choose it?"

"You have such a big grudge, in reality, you're flat-chested, right... Sigh, a male? You're a bit scary."

"Scarier than the Medical Fairy? Yesterday her double bladder plan officially completed, darn, even this world has no trustworthy milk anymore."

...

They began to walk back and forth at a distance.

Positioning, climbed on the beams, switched windows, rode on the roof, changed angles and recorded.

This sister is too cool, post it on the forum, it'll surely explode.

They watched excitedly as box after box of goods was transported to the manor's entrance.

Later, they'll definitely fight for the job of unpacking and organizing, feeling that every item the old steward bought could be analyzed, forcing a filler post.

"What are these guys doing."

Zhang Huaping, after calming down, carrying box after box, began to ponder: "They seem like living beings, yet their expressions are Embers..."

"They all had rosy faces, very active, full of Essence, Qi, and Spirit, which is normal and not like the half-dead slaves I imagined."

However, although those Human Race slaves were very healthy, Money Child made her shiver inside.

Low Tier Money Childs have no intelligence.

So high intelligence, lurking in the distance with rich expressions.

Indeed, they are living soul bodies injected in, right?

This is the most brutally evil method.

Normal mortals are not suitable for physical labor, but Money Childs injected with living human souls, who can understand human language, are the best mining laborers.

However, such mismatched human souls and bodies often die a miserable death in less than a year.

So vicious.

The manor master is too wicked, extracting bodies and souls to make miners!

She was shocked by the inhumane nature of it, yet greatly admired as she watched the Money Child changing angles to film her, thinking:

"These Money Childs still find joy in hardship, with less than a year to live, and can still maintain such admirable optimism."

Ning Zheng occasionally glanced at the distant blacksmiths, who were already very docile.

Following the rules, not daring to disturb.

Chattering when there was no one, but acting cool when there was, not daring to say a word.

For more than ten minutes it went on like this.

Zhang Huaping finished moving everything.

Ning Zheng personally checked, finding no problems then nodded,

Ning Zheng said, "The handover of the manor's daily consumables is complete, let's talk about weapons next."

"Is it weapon blanks?"

Zhang Huaping got straight to the point: "Please tell me where the warehouse is, I'll move them over for inspection."

Ning Zheng shook his head, "No, this time we're not only selling weapon blanks, but we've also started selling finished Magical Artifacts that belong to our manor."

"Jiucai Rong, you're responsible for talking with this guest next."

Ning Zheng glanced at Jiucai Rong beside him.

He knew that different fields require different expertise, lacking experience in merchant negotiations, it naturally had to be handed to a professional.

"Please." Jiucai Rong stepped forward, very polite.

Finished Magical Artifacts?

Zhang Huaping didn't have much expectation for the blacksmithing skills of this manor.

She was quickly led by Su Yuniang, Jiucai Rong, and Daojiu to the storage warehouse for finished Magical Artifacts.

What entered her view were rows upon rows of racks.

Neatly displayed were various weapons, all sorts of dazzling patterns reflecting dazzling rainbow colors under the sunlight from the windows.

"This...??"

She couldn't help but pick up a Treasure Saber.

No traces of secondary carving on it.

Delicate, soft snow-white feathers naturally embedded inside the Treasure Saber.

Glittering with iridescence, the gorgeous reflection on the blade seemed to ripple in her mind.

Besides, the hilt and guard were elaborately and luxuriously micro-carved as if a living Thunder Dragon climbed over them, extremely cool.

Zhang Huaping was completely stunned.

This wasn't a knife meant for killing; it was a beautiful rainbow bridge upon which Thunder Dragons climbed, shrouded in clouds from the heavens.

This is way too cool!