Running A Cemetery in North America

"Okay, where should we meet? I'll come find you now."

Sun Yan naturally wouldn't refuse such good news, and agreed without hesitation.

But in the next moment, Zhao Chuan Yi's response made him pause.

"Northern Europe."

"..."

Sun Yan was silent for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh wryly: "What kind of joke is this, going to Northern Europe to negotiate with him? That's across continents, is it necessary to run so far? Nowadays, the internet is so advanced, why can't we just use video chat?"

"That's what the other party requires, I can't do anything about it, brother. I heard that the wealthy man is very sensitive and suspicious. He bought a castle in Northern Europe and moved his family there, without internet, only using letters to communicate with the outside world. I just received a call from his secretary yesterday."

Zhao Chuan Yi laughed: "But let me tell you, the Wind Stabilizing Pearl you want to buy is quite sought after. The wealthy man's secretary said there are six other people interested in buying it, so the wealthy man plans to organize a meeting for all interested parties to communicate with him face-to-face, and he will choose the most suitable person for the transaction."

"Isn't this just an auction? No kidding…" Sun Yan scratched his head, feeling troubled in his heart.

Although he recently earned over a million US Dollars through several exorcism commissions, which is a decent amount of savings.

But for the truly wealthy, this amount is nothing.

When rich people buy yachts and private jets, they calculate by the billions; if all the participants in the meeting are wealthy Westerners, he shouldn't expect to buy the Wind Stabilizing Pearl with money.

Remembering that he must acquire this item to save his own life, Sun Yan couldn't help but feel a headache.

"Oh well, brother, you know how rare the Wind Stabilizing Pearl is. Since someone is willing to sell it, there will definitely be many willing to buy it; the buyer won't be only you." Zhao Chuan Yi comforted.

What he said was straightforward but sensible, leaving Sun Yan with no choice but to reply helplessly: "Alright, when do we leave?"

"Ideally in the next couple of days; the wealthy man's secretary will arrange someone to pick us up in Oslo City, Norway, and take us to his castle."

Sun Yan frowned, "So soon? I haven't even applied for a visa yet."

"Don't worry, the wealthy man has a private jet in Los Angeles with visa exemption clearance for transport personnel. We can just take his plane over, quickly."

"Such meticulous arrangements…" Sun Yan was somewhat surprised.

He wondered what kind of economic crisis compelled such a wealthy individual—to play with castles and private jets—to sell off his rare artifacts.

But now was not the time to ponder someone else's family affairs. For those wealthy people, no matter how bankrupt they are, even a casual expense is a lifetime's worth for ordinary people.

After hanging up, Sun Yan quickly headed upstairs, not forgetting to tell Sosia and Elise, who were watching TV on the sofa: "I have to go out for a while in the next few days; I'll be back soon. You two stay back at the graveyard to look after the house."

"Where to? Is it dangerous, do you need me to come with you?" Sosia asked.

"It's just a business deal with a rich man, nothing much. I'll handle it myself; too many people wouldn't be convenient." Sun Yan shook his head and returned to his room to quickly pack his luggage for the trip.

Thinking he probably wouldn't stay in Northern Europe for long, if the negotiation went well, it would just be a few days.

And if it didn't work out, he might return the same day he went.

Sun Yan casually packed some clothes and hurriedly left the graveyard, driving straight to Saint Anna City.

...

Northern Europe, located in the northernmost part of Europe.

Oslo, Norway's capital, the airport.

Snow was falling from the sky, and the ground had accumulated a thin layer of snow.

Wearing sunglasses, Sun Yan walked out of the airport gate alongside Zhao Chuan Yi, shivering from the cold.

Behind them were two white men in black suits, seemingly unaffected by the weather.

"Gentlemen, the car is here, over there."

One of the white men, with a calm demeanor and a gaze hiding a bit of contempt, pointed to a Mercedes S parked by the roadside.

These two were the employees arranged by the wealthy man to host Sun Yan for the Wind Stabilizing Pearl meeting in Northern Europe.

Throughout the journey, Sun Yan could vaguely feel a subtle discrimination towards Asians from them.

Even as a guest invited by the wealthy man, he could sense the disdain in their tones.

Neither Sun Yan nor Zhao Chuan Yi failed to notice this.

"Damn, if I had the means, I'd teach these guys a lesson; their attitude was so unpleasant throughout the trip. I should have learned Lu Ban Skill and Exorcism Skill from Lao Lu earlier." Zhao Chuan Yi cursed; he had a fiery temper and couldn't stand such things.

"Do people in our Folklore Association know it?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Yan immediately asked curiously.

Both Lu Ban Skill and Exorcism Skill were notorious for their ability to deal with adversaries—historically used to punish wrongdoers.

However, as more people learned these skills and unscrupulous individuals wielded them, they gained an unfavorable reputation for causing harm and taking lives.

But in truth, skills are neutral; whether they are used for good or evil depends entirely on the user.

A righteous person utilizing them would be considered virtuous, whereas a wicked individual would fall to lesser ends.

"Of course, we have several people in our association who excel in these techniques and make a living in North America. But they say there's 'Five Deficiencies and Five Drawbacks' associated with learning them, which sounds terrifying, so I didn't dare learn them." Zhao Chuan Yi explained.

"That's really strange; they never seem to talk in the group chat."

"Exactly, they're busy with different affairs compared to us; unless you @ them, they won't casually chat. They can earn several thousand US Dollars in minutes." Zhao Chuan Yi chuckled mysteriously, further piquing Sun Yan's curiosity.

But now was not the time to discuss these matters. After boarding the Mercedes sent by the wealthy man, Sun Yan and Zhao Chuan Yi quickly left the area.

As Zhao Chuan Yi mentioned, the castle bought by the wealthy man was located in the outskirts of Oslo—a place connected with the primeval forest's landscape.

Due to this, the castle maintained a tranquil distance from cities throughout the year, requiring a four to five-hour drive, seldom visited.

In Northern Europe, with winter approaching, the weather was exceptionally cold.

If the car's heater weren't strong enough, Sun Yan would regret not bringing his thick clothing.

The road up the mountain was covered with thick snow; light snow fluttered between the mountains, causing the distant peaks to be draped with a layer of white, looking beautiful.

After the driver circled the mountain road repeatedly, ascending to the summit, a towering medieval castle appeared before Sun Yan and Zhao Chuan Yi.

The area surrounding the castle was enclosed by tall fences, its main entrance adorned with a pair of lion crests and bearing a prominent iron plaque.

'Ymir Castle'