Ever since Milo completed the mission to assassinate Jacoob, he did not leave his yard for two days straight. He even planted five Potato Shooters in the yard to prevent anyone from sneaking up on him.
But to his surprise, everything seemed normal even after he caught the paper crane. The other party still deposited the reward money into his anonymous account, while further missions were still systematically sent to him as usual. Nothing had changed at all.
Milo suddenly felt a little pained about the five gratitude tokens he had spent. He even thought of setting up a stall in town to start selling potatoes.
Honestly speaking, Milo would definitely lead a very good life wherever he went, and neither would he need to do any farming. He could just plant a few Potato Shooters in his own yard, and it would not only prevent thieves, but he would also have potatoes to sell every day. He would have no worries about having no money to spend.
The reason why he could sleep with peace of mind every day was due to the existence of the Potato Shooters. Even though they might be weak, supernatural beings would still grimace in pain if they were not careful. As for the average person, needless to say, their bones would at the minimum break if they got hit.
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