Upgrade Points From Attack On Titan

Imperial Capital Central Avenue.

This is the most prosperous place in the imperial capital, and it is also the area with the most developed commerce.

But today it looks a bit deserted, 80% of the shops are closed and they are doing cleaning work.

The doors of the shops that were supposed to be people entering and exiting were all wide open.

If someone is careful, they can find that these shops have a characteristic, that is, there is a wind chime on the upper right corner of their shop door, and the word "Lin" is engraved on it. This symbol is not a word in this world. .

Therefore, many people think that it is some cultural symbol of a certain religion.

"Is today a special day?"

"I don't know, it's really strange that even the number one restaurant in the empire has closed down."

Some pedestrians were walking slowly on the street, looking at the strange scene on Central Avenue, all of them were confused.

You must know that this is the Central Avenue of the Empire, where every inch of land is expensive, so even if the business is closed for a day, the money lost is unimaginable.

Dangdangdang...

With the ringing of the bell, the bosses of shop 21 came out one by one.

All of them were dressed in black, with extremely solemn expressions.

Qiqi looked towards the street entrance.

"Is there some important person coming?"

"It can't be that the little emperor is coming to inspect, but how could the puppet little emperor let these adults greet him spontaneously.

Seeing this scene, the passers-by on the street became curious.

You must know that every store in the central area is the object of competition from the major forces.

Being able to gain a foothold in a place like the central area of ​​the imperial capital, the boss behind him cannot be simple, so in the eyes of passers-by.

Each of these rare shop owners is a real big shot.

And how can it be easy for so many big shots to stop and wait.

The passers-by followed everyone's gaze and looked over.

Time passed by every minute and every second, but no one dared to make any noise.

Central Avenue, which should have been extremely noisy, was extremely quiet at the moment.

Suddenly.

Under the setting sun, two figures appeared at the intersection of the street.

The tall black-haired young man who led them walked in front.

Behind him is a girl with purple hair.

The black-haired young man slowly walked over from the street.

His steps were very light and slow, but in the silent street, he was watched respectfully by hundreds of big men.

The extremely slight sound of footsteps also seemed to have some magical power.

Every step seems to be able to manipulate people's heartbeats, stepping on the hearts of everyone step by step.

The black-haired young man is Lin Yan, Zhang Yang is not his style, but the current strength of Reaper is no longer afraid of anyone.

In five years, Lin Yan has controlled the economy of the entire empire relying on commercial means.

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as Lin Yan gives an order, the entire imperial capital can't even eat rice.

Lin Yan is extremely dissatisfied with being passively provoked by others, such an annoying thing.

Therefore, Lin Yan wants to put the god of death on the table openly, so that those who covet people or forces will jump out.

Get rid of it all at once.

Crash

When Lin Yan walked to the middle of the street, hundreds of people bowed to Lin Yan in unison.

These shop owners are all trained by Death himself.

Although they are very famous in the imperial capital and are regarded as big men, but in the whole death, they are not even elite members.

"Let's all back down."

Lin Yan's pace did not stop, he responded to everyone's salute with a wave of his hand.

With Lin Yan waving his hand, everyone standing on the street raised their heads and watched Lin Yan leave.

"That purple-haired girl looks familiar."

"When you put it this way, I seem to have seen her on the Empire's most wanted list. She is the God of Killing Hill!!!"

The many passers-by who reacted disappeared with a bang.

Although the God of Reaper didn't make many shots, every time he made a shot, the scene was extremely tragic.

Coupled with the fact that it is extremely mysterious, and under the constant exaggeration of people with a heart, the God of Reaper has completely become an organization that does all kinds of evil.

Therefore, in the hearts of the people of the empire, the god of death is simply the same existence as the super dangerous species.

But Lin Yan didn't care, fame didn't matter to him at all.

And this reputation is not a bad thing.

At least it can make some actions of Reaper a lot easier.

Much less drag.

"A lot of books.

At a corner of Central Street, Hill pushed open the door of a room.

Row after row of huge bookshelves appeared in front of her.

This is Lin Yan's new office in Imperial Capital.

"It was cleaned very well."

Lin Yan walked slowly in the bookstore, the ground was spotless, and the bookshelves were brand new.

There is also a special fragrance of ink permeating the air.

The suburbs of the imperial capital.

Castle town slums.

In a very dilapidated and dark basement.

There was a pungent musty smell in the air, as well as a faint smell of blood.

A steady female voice broke the long silence:

"How is Leone?"

"I've treated her wounds and she almost died."

"By the way, who is that black-haired man who actually caused such great damage to Leone with a single punch.

The voice of the reply was a little frivolous and immature, and the voice should be that of a young boy.

His tone was full of deep curiosity.

"La Burke, you will investigate later. As the pioneers sent by the organization, we are bound to get what is in the hands of the god of death.

Hearing the woman's words, the boy leaning against the wall nodded slightly, and patted the dust on his green windbreaker.

The upper body leaned forward slightly and looked at the woman who was looking at the documents by candlelight, pretending to be relaxed and chuckling:

"Hey, Najie Xitan, how about we open a bookstore in the imperial capital after we get the things from the god of death.

"bookstore?"

Najie Xitan raised her head from the document, and the arm made of alchemy machinery on her right arm made a slight "click" sound.

Seeing the bright smile on the face of the green-haired boy in front of her, she sighed, then reached out and rubbed Lubbock's head fiercely.

"Let's talk about it, if we can get the things in the hands of the God of Death this time, our mission must be completed soon.

"Certainly possible."

Lubbock had a disapproving smile on his face, and his tone was firm:

"Although the God of Death is powerful, we don't have a chance. I have a solution. Najie Xitan might as well listen to it."

Rolling the thread wheel on the red glove in his hand, a length of transparent silk thread appeared between Lubbock's slender fingers.

Seeing Najie Xitan looking at him with interest, Lubbock smiled slightly and continued:

"We can do this..."

The two were talking in the room, and quickly determined the way to deal with Death. .