MTL - Start Trading Space Battleship (From The Start, I Traded A Galactic Warship) - Chapter 232 : Hold a market opening fair

The boy named Ulysses has longed for the respected profession of priest since he was a child, and has been working hard for this ideal. However, by chance, he became the heir to the Demon King chosen by the “Book of Curses”. After experiencing many setbacks and blows, he is still working hard, trying hard, trying to return to the path of priesthood.

However, there are many powerful enemies in front of him.

Always getting lost, the heroic fiancee of Ulysses is single-minded, Rasha; guarding the “Book of Curses”, the little devil Aya who will do anything to turn him into a demon king; very worried and worried about his own children, the extreme north. Earth’s Ice Phoenix mother; Helen, the strongest weapon girl who can destroy the world for her father.

A witch with very bad magic but excellent swordsmanship, a saint with divine power, a dragon who burns like a flame, a Hydra who loves to mate and love everyone together… Today there are also many brave warriors who are ready to crusade against the Demon King.

In front of these lovely and enthusiastic warriors, can he really become a pure-hearted priest as he wishes?

(In this story of love and justice, the girls who can “tear down” the demon king are all brave)

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“Yin Fu Jing” has a saying: It is also a stealth machine, and no one in the world can see it or know it.

Xu Hong travels through another world and finds that there is an extra volume of “Longevity Picture” in his mind.

Relying on this, not only can you monitor your own and other people’s lives in real time, but you can also steal secrets to convert abilities and lifespans.

The picture of longevity, the picture of longevity.

Therefore, Xu Hong set a small goal…to live 100 million years.

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The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”