“The game is called ‘Guessing Hearts.’”

“Now you have 1 gold coin and 6 silver coins in your hands. After the game, you don’t have to return them. Use them to feed the sorcery spirits.”

“The rules of the game are as follows: first is the answering phase. Each person will ask a yes-or-no question, and then everyone will use a gold coin to give a truthful answer, with the face representing ‘yes’ and the flower side representing ‘no.’”

“Next is the guessing phase. Everyone has to guess how many people answered ‘yes’ and bet the corresponding silver coins. Players who guess correctly will earn a point, and the person with the highest score at the end wins.”

“But before and after the game, no one is allowed to ask for information from others, or reveal their own answers.”

“Very simple game, right?” Annan smiled. “Anyone who scores higher than me, I will fulfill their wish, whether it’s going to the sewer to pick up a corpse or wanting to put money into the game.”

The game suddenly seemed to have no tricks, but Harvey quickly found a loophole: “But how can you guarantee that everyone will give a truthful answer in the answering phase?”

“Very simple,” Annan said. “Pancake, Mr. Harvey, Mr. Bokin, and Asho, you will give truthful answers in the upcoming game. It’s your turn, Asho.”

Asho lowered his head and said to the little girl, “Lis, you must answer honestly in the game. If you lie, then all your dolls in the future will be made by Uncle Harvey himself.”

Little Lis turned pale with fear. “I will definitely not lie!”

It was Harvey who looked at Asho strangely. “How do you know that I will make dolls?”

“After all, making dolls sounds like a very fitting hobby for a pervert…”

“Wait,” Igura squinted his eyes. “Under the constraints of our contract, we naturally won’t lie on purpose, but what about you, miss?”

“Doesn’t the contract also have terms that bind me? As long as I speak the binding spell, then my subsequent words will also become a binding oath for me. Once violated, our contract will end. And the binding spell is…”

“By the name of Morblan,” Annan raised her head. “I will uphold the virtue of honesty in the upcoming game.”

“No!” Asho suddenly became clever. “Shouldn’t there be some sorcery spirits or miracles that can detect the situation of the gold coins? Or even directly read the thoughts of others! Isn’t this kind of cheating undetectable?”

Annan was very accommodating. “I swear I will not use any sorcerer’s power in the game.”

Then everyone looked at the one ranked second on the “Two-Winged Soul List,” the fraudster who had just brushed his teeth and had the taste of lies in his mouth. He clasped his hands together, making a gesture as if he wanted to be handcuffed, and shrugged, saying, “It seems that my promise won’t win your approval, but you are really disrespectful to me.”

Asho said, “It is precisely because we respect you that we must restrict your cheating methods.”

“This is the greatest disrespect—how can you think that I need to cheat to win in this kind of game?” Igura raised his head, with a mocking smile on his lips. “The rules are the skirt lifted by the goddess of victory for me.”

“Why would the skirt be lifted? Aunt Bokin, do you want to see the little panties of the goddess of victory?” Little Lis was puzzled.

“Lis, you don’t understand,” Asho said. “It is said that Veela and males with Veela bloodline like to lick—”

Before Annan could speak, Igura had already turned over the table and used his hands to cover Asho’s throat, preventing this 0-star waste adult from saying anything inappropriate in front of the child.

“Oh my goodness—”

Annan said very seriously to Lis, “If you want to change this dad, I am very willing to help.”

“No way!” Lis went over to pull Igura away. “Aunt Bokin, don’t bully dad!”

“Really, I am the most normal adult among us. Igura, do you think I would say something very perverted? I’m not like Harvey!” Asho struggled to open Igura’s hand. “I just wanted to say that people with Veela bloodline like to lick legs!”

“That’s already very perverted!”

After a lot of commotion, not only Igura, but everyone was ordered not to use sorcerer’s methods. The six of them sat around the coffee table on the sofa, and Pancake also thoughtfully brought drinks and a fruit plate, giving it a party atmosphere.

“Can I play too?” the young butler asked.

“Of course, you are also a member of the funeral home. This is the first team-building activity after the expansion of the funeral home. If you win against me, I will also fulfill your request.”

“Miss, you are joking.”

“Speaking of which, I feel like it’s a bit unfair.” Annan suddenly said. “If you win, I will reward you, but if I win, shouldn’t you also reward me?”

“But now we are all under your control. What can we reward you with?” Igura sneered. “You can ask for anything with just a command. Can we refuse your orders?”

Harvey reminded, “Our contract allows us to refuse sexual activities, so we can indeed refuse.”

“`”Come on, don’t be so gloomy. Maybe the boss just wants us to show that we care,” Asho said. “Besides, we do have gifts we can give. For instance, Lis, as a young girl, you could make a flower crown; Harvey, as a Necromancer, you could craft a talisman from one of your own ribs; Igura, as a Mind Sorcerer, you could carve out your own heart…”

Harvey looked puzzled. “How did you know I once took out my own rib to make a gift? Although it wasn’t crafted into a talisman…”

Igura was about to retort sarcastically, but Harvey’s words choked him up—Asho’s wild imagination couldn’t keep up with Harvey’s strong execution.

“It doesn’t need to be that serious,” Annan chuckled. “How about this: if I win, I’ll still fulfill your wishes, but you’ll have to do something for me. Something that might not be related to work, but something I want to do with you.”

“What is it?”

“I’ll tell you after the game,” Annan said, releasing the vermilion dragon lizard. “I know you don’t trust me. It’s normal, who would trust a super beauty who enslaves others with tricks and schemes?”

Igura showed disdain, while Asho and Harvey had no reaction—their looks weren’t enough to oppose her statement.

“But I really have no intention of enslaving you. In my eyes, you are all equal partners, and the profits from the Festival of Weaving will be shared among us. We are colleagues striving together. The funeral parlor will only be a platform for you to advance further, and these 101 days will become a precious experience in your lives.”

“Let this game prove my sincerity.”

“Since I proposed the game, I’ll start with the first question,” Annan said.

“Question: Do you wish to obtain the Divine Patron’s wish?”

Everyone was taken aback.

“Hide the gold coin in your hand and then place it in this handkerchief.” Annan extended her hand into the handkerchief on the coffee table, placing the gold coin from her palm inside. “It’s your turn now.”

They looked at each other, but had no choice—bound by the contract, they had to answer truthfully and couldn’t deceive.

“Next is the guessing part,” Annan said. “I think everyone answered ‘yes,’ so I’m going to bet six silver coins.”

Everyone, including the loyal butler Pancake, also bet six silver coins. When the handkerchief was lifted, there were indeed six gold coins with the face up, indicating that everyone’s answer was ‘yes.’

“What wish would you make if you got the Divine Patron’s wish?” Annan asked Pancake curiously.

“I haven’t thought about it,” Pancake shrugged. “Probably ‘Please fulfill Miss’s wish,’ I guess?”

“I don’t believe it. You must have your own wish,” Annan said, looking at the others. “It’s only natural. Everyone has desires. I do, Pancake does, and so do you. As long as you can breathe, you definitely want the Divine Patron’s blessing that can fulfill any wish.”

“I may be selfish, but I’m not so selfish as to think others are selfless.”