The prices have doubled!

"Give me twenty."

One of the mercenaries took out a silver coin and flicked it into his hand, grinning broadly, "A silver coin can be exchanged for a hundred copper coins... roughly, you have no objections, right?"

"Silver?" Gou Shi wiped it and stuffed it into his waist pouch, "Okay then, hope you guys can bring some Joss Paper next time."

Silver might have some collector's value.

Both parties felt they had gotten a bargain.

After the last pot of sweet potatoes was ready, Gou Shi closed up shop, and the rats scattered, while the two mercenaries used their clothes to carry a big stack of sweet potatoes back to the outpost.

Looking at the pile of sweet-smelling dark objects, the fellow members of the mercenary group cast curious glances at them.

"John, what did you buy here?"

The mercenary entering the door said with a smile.

"Brought you guys some late-night snacks! Hehe, don't be shy, there's enough for everyone!"

The shift guard was only sixteen people, including the six preparing for duty.

The mercenary named John distributed the newly bought sweet potatoes among the on-duty folks and narrated the news about Joss Paper vividly to everyone.

After hearing his words, the expressions on people's faces varied, with surprise, delight, and also skepticism and caution.

"I think you must be out of your mind, trusting something from the Demon King?"

"Exactly! Aren't you afraid of divine punishment!"

The two speakers were devout believers, but in John's view, they were just pretenders who hadn't probably even seen what the 'Holy Word Book' looked like.

Of course, he hadn't seen it either, but at least he attended church to pray... about once a month.

"Bah, get real, would that entity have the free time to punish a mere mercenary? If He really has the time, better to punish a few more wicked demons."

Even so, that mercenary carefully avoided mentioning Saint Sis's name and silently said a prayer in his heart.

Inside the outpost, everyone nibbled on sweet potatoes and gossiped endlessly, quickly shifting the topic from how to earn Joss Paper to what Joss Paper could do.

Although there was a clear debate in the mercenary group about "whether everyone needed Joss Paper," surprisingly, there was absolutely no dispute about "at least being able to do with Enchanting Demons."

Unfortunately.

None of those present had actually been to Hell, had no concept of a "High-level Demon" identity, and were unaware that "the unattainable is always the most irresistible."

Everyone chimed in one after another, the discussion became more and more absurd, eventually leading to a conclusion—

Joss Paper was pretty useful after all!

Even the two seemingly most devout believers couldn't help but swallow their saliva, feeling that going to Hell might not be so bad?

As the corruption of Hell was spreading among the "Brave Sword" mercenary group, one of the deputy leaders, Phinis, walked in from outside and asked the flushed mercenaries.

"What are you discussing?"

A few people were embarrassed to admit they were fantasizing about Enchanting Demons, so they quickly said.

"We were discussing Joss Paper!"

"Joss Paper?" Phinis was stunned; it was his first time hearing this term.

The crowd then remembered, this guy was the only Mage in the mercenary group, and as everyone knows, Mages are well-read and knowledgeable.

Thus, the crowd immediately started to tease.

"Exactly! Lord Phinis!"

"You're a Mage, you must have heard of it, right?"

Phinis was Alex's assistant.

Although he didn't have a noble title, the mercenaries still habitually teased this easily embarrassed young man by addressing him as "Lord."

Faced with the teasing of the mercenaries, Phinis helplessly shook his head.

"No... I haven't heard of it, where did you hear about it?"

A mercenary with a beard said with a smile.

"John ran into a skeleton today on duty, and the skeleton told him that even after death, you need to spend money using Joss Paper... and then this guy started planning his own funeral."

"What do you mean planning my own funeral!" John grumbled back, defensively adding, "Isn't it just being prepared for the unforeseen since you never know when you might be gone in our line of work."

Phinis cut him off, speaking earnestly.

"I think you don't need to worry too much, those who are truly devout won't end up reincarnating in Hell."

Hearing this, a mercenary laughed and asked.

"Lord, how devout do you need to be to count as devout?"

"That's a question for the Priest," Phinis shrugged, suddenly attracted by the aroma next to him, his eyes landing on the remaining two baked sweet potatoes, "What are these?"

The mercenary named John said with a smile.

"Baked sweet potatoes! Try some, they're really delicious!"

"Sweet potatoes?"

Aren't those for feeding pigs?

With a skeptical attitude, Phinis picked up the dark object, peeled off the crispy skin, and took a bite.

Instantly, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"So sweet!"

The taste was soft and mushy, somewhat like pumpkin, but not quite! The refreshing sweetness was not cloying at all, and it had a faint scent of pine!

Feeling a bit hungry, Phinis couldn't resist gobbling it down; so quickly did he eat that he nearly choked on it.

"Surprised, right?" John said with a laugh, "I never expected that the pigs at my old home were eating so well."

The other mercenary who was with him interjected.

"I bet it's that furnace's trick, but who would've thought of using an iron-smelting furnace to bake sweet potatoes that nobody eats?"

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