Reincarnation Paradise

It was late at night, and in a bedroom of a two-story building, a fat middle-aged man with a big belly was sitting on the bedside. He had entered the saint mode. His name was Flanders, and he was the deputy director of the Bank of St. Melo Island. President.

The concept of banks only appeared in the past ten years. It flourished not long after its emergence. Of course, this is inseparable from the strong support of the empire behind it.

Only five years ago, banks were allowed to be privately owned, and various laws related to private banks were introduced one after another.

Flanders was the first to make gold, and he was also the best. He remembered that at the banquet a few days ago, the president of the Imperial Bank came up to him and chatted with him with a smile. Whenever he recalled this Something made him feel a little elated.

The presidents of other private banks were full of flattery when they met the big man. Flanders was different because he relied on his wealth to make friends with many senior generals of the Royal Navy. He paid tribute to these navy officers every year in the name of the empire. The general provides funding.

Note that it is funded in the name of the empire. Those gold coins will first be taken over by the empire in the name of taxation, and then transferred to the hands of various naval generals.

It's not that Flanders doesn't want to give gold coins directly to those naval generals, but he can't do so. With such a behemoth as the empire, he, the vice president of a private bank, dares to directly fund the Royal Navy? Doesn't he want to live anymore, or is he planning to unite these naval generals to overthrow the empire? Any crime placed on Flanders' head would be enough for him to die hundreds of times.

Flanders's approach was very clever. It not only relieved the economic pressure of the empire, but also did not affect the majesty of the empire. He also made friends with the naval generals.

For this kind of businessman, the high-ranking officials of the empire and the generals of the Royal Navy are very fond of it. They open the door to let Flanders make money and everyone has meat to eat.

Although Flanders is the vice president of Lijin Bank, in fact, he is the real owner of Lijin Bank. The so-called president is a shield for him to push out. It is a high-risk profession, and people often ask for money without giving it up. kidnapped by pirates.

Flanders has seen through it. In this chaotic sea of ​​demons, hard fists are everything. He is just a businessman. Too much wealth is a disaster for him. Those navy or pirates with extraordinary power can sneak away. Kill him silently.

When Flanders was sighing, a drop of blood appeared out of thin air, as if flying out of a different space. The blood touched Flanders' hand, but he didn't notice it.

Everything around me seemed to be illusory, it felt a bit like a dream, but also a bit real.

Flanders looked at the beautiful socialite walking out. His eyes were very dull. He had just entered the saint mode and was so tough.

"I'm sleepy. Let's talk to Brigadier General Murray tomorrow morning."

Flanders let out a long sigh. He was over 40 years old and he was quite lustful. Although it was all between you and me, Flanders' plump body could not withstand it and he was seriously weak. He had visited all kinds of witches, but none of them were Nothing was found. Extraordinary power could help him recover his weakening body, but if he wanted to carry extraordinary power, he needed a strong enough body, otherwise he would definitely die.

Flanders had no access to extraordinary items and potions that could be used without a strong body. The rulers of the empire did not have enough access to those items, and they were not even available to him as a businessman.

Tick~

The cold water dropped on Flanders' face. He shivered from the ice and looked up at the roof of the shed.

"ah!!"

The screams spread and echoed in the night sky for a long time.

boom.

The door of the bedroom was kicked open, and several navy soldiers rushed into the room. Two of them jumped on the bed and half-crouched on Flanders' left and right sides, while the others stood guard at the door and window.

"Mr. Flanders, what's wrong with you?"

"ah!"

Flanders, who was huddled in the quilt, poked his head out and saw that it was a naval soldier. He relaxed and almost collapsed from sweat all over his body.

"There's a ghost, no, no, no, that's a monster, take me out of here!"

As if seeing a savior, Flanders grabbed the arm of the naval soldier beside him.

"Is there a monster? What kind of monster is it?"

The navy soldier looked confused.

"that is……"

Halfway through what Flanders said, his body froze and his eyes looked frightened.

"is that so?"

The naval soldier squatting half-crouched on the ship smiled strangely, his head bloomed, and black tentacles with eyes stretched out.

"ah!!"

As if possessed by his wife, Flanders let out a scream while still protecting his chin with his hands.

Phew.

Black tentacles engulfed Flanders, and everything turned into darkness.

With a cry, Flanders sat up from the bed. He was panting like an ox with sweat all over his body. The dream that just seemed like a real dream made him a little exhausted.

"It turned out to be a dream, it scared me to death."

"Hmm~? Mr. Flanders, what's wrong with you?"

A lazy voice came from the side, and a beautiful socialite sat up and rubbed her eyes.

"It's okay, I had a nightmare."

"Nightmare?"

The courtesan turned her back to Flanders. The next moment, there was a crisp click, and the courtesan's head turned 180°, facing Flanders.

Seeing this scene, Flanders felt hot in his crotch, wet the bed and fainted at the same time.

In confusion, Flanders suddenly opened his eyes. It was still a familiar bedroom, with the familiar socialite beside him.

"ha!"

Flanders shouted loudly and kicked the courtesan out of the bed. The weak courtesan fell down with the quilt, and she sat up in confusion.

"Mr. Flanders?"

"You, you, you...don't come over."

"Why?"

The courtesan was completely confused, and she turned her head away feeling aggrieved.

"I……"

Flanders shook his head and took out a gold coin from the clothes on the side.

"I just had a dream. Anyway...it's very complicated. Take this gold coin and leave."

"Woooooo~"

The courtesan covered her face and cried, tears gushing out from her fingers, yes, gushing out, like a faucet with a valve turned on.

Seeing this scene, Flanders lay on the bed | and closed his eyes, it was a dream, it was all a dream.

Soon, Flanders was drowned in tears and the nightmare continued.

The next morning, Flanders sat up from the bed and had a nightmare all night. He was very energetic and did not feel as tired as expected, but he was very hungry, so hungry that he could eat half a cow.

After calling for breakfast, Flanders began to eat happily. For some reason, today's breakfast was particularly delicious and the taste was much brighter.

After enjoying the meal, Flanders was puzzled. He always felt that his body was much lighter, as if he was ten years younger.

This sudden change made Flanders happy from the bottom of his heart, but soon he found a note on the bedside table that read:

‘Flanders, with your current physique, there will be no problem in living to be over 120 years old, provided that you do not die in an accident. As a price, nightmares will accompany you. ’

Seeing this note, Flanders was scared and happy. He could feel that his body had indeed improved, but the nightmare last night...

Last night, Flanders was frightened to the point of fainting 12 times and urinating twice. If he hadn't had a wealth of life experience, he might have been embarrassed to the point of crying last night.

“Give and get.”

Flanders was pacing in the room. He often used this method against his subordinates. Today he experienced it personally. I have to say that this method is really effective. He was tightly controlled, far better than the general. After kidnapping, he threatened wisely.

Flanders was sure that he could get rid of the nightmare, but he had to pay a price. First of all, he thought that this was not Brigadier General Murray. The person who did this did not care about the apparent revenge at all.

"It's not Commodore Murray, it's not a pirate, it's a witch? No, a witch doesn't have the guts to do this to me."

Flanders eliminated the targets in his mind one by one. Soon, he recalled one thing. Last night, Brigadier General Murray hurriedly left on the way to meet with him. Through the power of gold coins, Flanders knew that Brigadier General Murray was Go meet a legendary being, the captain of the Doom.

"It can't be that... he's been targeted by that person."

Flanders shuddered. Intelligence channels were indispensable for him to reach his current position. He had received a piece of news before. The legendary man massacred Shipwreck Island yesterday and all the people related to pirates. No one was left alive, and the methods were so ruthless. Just thinking about it made Flanders feel chilly in his heart.

Flanders hesitated again and again, and finally decided that wealth was something he found in danger. He had no shortage of wealth, and having a healthy body to enjoy wealth was an irresistible temptation for him.

Rejecting the protection of the naval soldiers, Flanders took several of his own guards to the beach on the coast. When he reached the beach, he drove away the several guards.

The waves hit the beach, and a piece of ice floated over. Flanders hesitated for a moment, and finally climbed onto the ice with water flowing through it.

The ice suddenly accelerated, and the wind pressure made Flanders on the ice unable to open his eyes. He felt something grab his shoulders and take him flying.

When Flanders found his feet again, he was standing on the deck of a large ship.

"Welcome aboard the Doom, Flanders."

Baha landed on top of the captain's cabin, and the decks around Flanders were filled with cursed people.

"Don't be nervous, Flanders. You should have felt what you got last night. It was a precious medicine. I injected it for you when you were troubled by nightmares. Don't worry, there will be no side effects."

Baja paused here to give Flanders time to think.

"Since you are a businessman, let's make a deal. How many gold coins are you prepared to pay to get rid of the problem of nightmares?"

"This..." When talking about the deal, Flanders' courage emerged, and he continued: "It's up to you to bid."

"Okay, 30,000 Demon Sea gold coins."

"make a deal."

Flanders felt relieved. He thought he would lose everything.

"I'm sorry!"

Baja looked at Flanders up and down, and was a little stunned. This was not a wealthy businessman in front of him, but he was clearly the God of Wealth.

PS: (Two updates today, spring is here, the cervical spondylosis of Fei Mosquito has recurred, and it is an old problem. If it gets better tomorrow, I will try to update four times. If it doesn’t get better, I will try to keep three updates.)