A seemingly refined person sat down across from me. "Come, have some tea!"

I looked at him with a half-smile. "You were originally a hero of the martial world; why force yourself to be an elegant scholar?"

I picked up a human bone cup and placed it in front of him. "This is a cup for drinking wine. Using it for tea is a bit of a misapplication!"

The other person was stunned for a few seconds before laughing heartily. "I knew it! I'm just a carpenter; why pretend to be a scholar? Taste? Style? Those things have never been related to He, the carpenter, even eighteen generations back."

He, the carpenter, kicked the paper figure. "Go! Get the wine. A good brother is here; what's it all about if we don't drink? Hurry!"

The paper figure reluctantly grunted and carried in a wine jar almost as tall as itself, placing it heavily on the table.

He, the carpenter, glared at the sulking paper figure, then lifted the wine jar with one hand and poured me a bowl of wine.

My gaze remained fixed on the paper figure. I'd seen moving paper figures before, but I'd never seen one with changing expressions. The paper figure standing behind the tea table was clearly angry, and occasionally glared at He, the carpenter, behind his back.

He, the carpenter, squinted and said, "That little bastard is definitely glaring at me behind my back. Don't mind him, brother. If you like paper figures, go find the woman who paints them at the end of the street later and have her paint you one. All the paper figures in this village are painted by her. Come, drink!"

After clinking cups with me, He, the carpenter, asked, "Brother, what do you think of my furniture?"

I said bluntly, "The items are good, but I wouldn't dare bring them home. I don't mind sitting on dead people's bones, but my clients probably wouldn't accept it."

He, the carpenter, wasn't angry at all; he even nodded. "That's true. Although my family passed down the 'Human Bone Carpenter' craft, few people actually dare to buy the furniture we make. The last time a set of furniture was sold was during my father's generation. I haven't sold anything yet."

He, the carpenter, suddenly asked, "Brother, aren't you going to ask me where all these human bones come from?"

When I entered, I could tell that the human bones weren't ordinary.

Although I didn't have the skills of a coroner, I could tell that these bones belonged to people who were in their prime when they died, and some of them should have practiced martial arts.

Especially the four wine cups on the table, which were clearly the heads of Xiantian (Acquired Realm) experts.

The Human Bone Carpenter killed four Xiantian experts for a set of wine utensils. That alone made the set worth a lot.

I said calmly, "Why should I ask?"

The Human Bone Carpenter asked again, "Aren't you afraid that I, this devil incarnate, will turn your relatives and friends into furniture one day?"

I smiled again. "Has someone hired me to kill you? Or do you and I have some past grievance? Since neither is true, why should I act on behalf of Heaven?"

I raised my hand and pointed to the sky. "In this world, someone can represent the law of the land, but no one in the martial world can represent Heaven."

"The so-called acting on behalf of Heaven in the martial world is all for profit. Even if those great heroes don't want anything at the time, as long as they can earn a reputation, it can still be converted into profit."

"A true hero would never act on behalf of Heaven. Instead, they should arrest those who commit crimes and hand them over to the government. Let the law of the land carry out the will of Heaven. That's what it means to act on behalf of Heaven."

"Does anyone in the martial world do that?"

"I've done things that involve risking my life without profit. But I won't do things that involve acting on behalf of Heaven without profit."

He, the carpenter, looked at me for a long time before laughing heartily. "Interesting, interesting. Everyone in the martial world knows this, but few dare to say it out loud. You kid, you're alright!"

I also laughed and said, "I'm already a heretic in the martial world. I've already done it, so what can't I say?"

He, the carpenter, reached out and patted the tea table. "Besides making furniture, the Human Bone Carpenter also takes other jobs, but I don't charge money; I only collect human bones. If you want to do business with me, you must leave your own bones behind. As for how much? Which piece? It's up to me to decide."

I didn't find He, the carpenter's, statement strange.

The rewards wanted by warlocks are varied. Wanting the employer's ghost, wanting the employer's corpse, are not strange. There are also warlocks who only take jobs from female employers, and the reward is the employer herself.

If a warlock sets a price, there will naturally be an employer to pay. As for whether it's worth it, it depends on what both parties think. If the employer thinks it's worth it, the transaction will be made.

He, the carpenter, patted his chest and said, "Brother, since you're so straightforward with me, if you come to me for help in the future, I'll give you a 20% discount, no, a 40% discount."

I laughed and said, "I don't have that many bones to give you. But if you want me to do business, I'll also give you a 40% discount on the commission. I don't collect bones; I only collect money."

"Haha…" He, the carpenter, laughed again. "Not bad, it's been a long time since I met someone as interesting as you. If you didn't have to enter the village, I would have kept you here for a good drink. When you come back from the village, don't forget to come find me for a drink."

I clinked cups with He, the carpenter, again before standing up and walking out. When I reached the door, He, the carpenter, suddenly said, "Be careful of the woman at the end of the street! She's not easy to deal with."