Most of the cave explorers who went to explore the road had returned, and the news they brought made Bokov anxious.
"No way...Why is it so serious this time?"
He muttered and glanced at the helpless blacksmith next to him.
"You go first, just build it according to what I asked just now."
The blacksmith fled from Bokov's house as if he were running away.
Bokov was not idle either. After the blacksmith left, he led his lieutenants straight to the temple area.
He wanted to find Bishop Pastine and prepare for the worst.
However, Pastin was nowhere to be found, and Bokov was so angry that he smashed everything in Pastin's room.
Venting emotions won't solve the problem, but it can make people mistakenly think that the danger is still far away.
Bokov felt much better after being angry for a long time. He frowned and came to his hotel, preparing to enjoy his meal at the unbeatable time.
Jovi served the meal with a flattering look on his face. He was good at observing people's words and could see the deep sadness in Bokov's brows at a glance.
"What's wrong? You look unhappy."
Seeing his uncle's face full of false concern, Bokov laughed dryly.
"What's wrong? If I tell you, you can do something about it?"
"What about that?"
Bokov smiled again, his laughter full of mockery.
"Your ability is limited to defrauding my mother's money."
Yovi, who was accused face to face, did not take it seriously and continued to accompany Smiley.
"In this way, if I help you come up with an idea, you can do me a favor. If you think my idea is not good, then you can do it, how about it?"
Bokov exhaled, and he thought for a moment that it seemed like he had nothing to lose.
"Dark Star City is besieged by borers, and Bishop Pastin is missing. I need to rely on his status in the hearts of the people to unite them to fight against the upcoming borers.
Now, now you know what I'm worried about. "
Yovi rolled his eyes and asked with confusion on his face: "Besieged? Is it so serious? Why are those borers besieging our Dark Star City?"
Bokov would not tell Jovi that each of the emperor's nine cities would take turns guarding the sacred objects. With Jovi's temper, he might steal the sacred objects and sell them.
"Is your idea just a series of questions?"
Jovi quickly waved his hand.
"No, no, no...nephew, you are perfect in everything, but you are not so impatient.
To mobilize the people, not only faith can do it, but hatred can also..."
Yovi pretended to look around in the empty box, then leaned over and whispered a few words into Bokov's ear.
Bokov's brows widened, and a dry laugh caused his whole body to tremble.
"What a solution..."
Yovi chuckled and said, "Look, my uncle is not useless."
Pokov was thinking in his mind. He picked up a glass of wine, thinking and sipping.
After a long time, Yovi saw that Bokov had almost eaten. He cleared his throat and said, "I really have a small favor to ask you for."
Pokov was very happy that the problem was solved, and he waved his hand.
"explain."
"Borrow money."
Upon hearing these two words, Bokov's face fell.
"You owe me twelve gold coins for two years! You haven't paid me back. If I hadn't given you a job, you would still be growing mushrooms outside! Borrowing money again? Why do you have the nerve to ask?"
Yovi didn't speak. He listened quietly to Bokov scolding him. He knew that this nephew would not listen to anything you said until he finished venting.
Until Bokov gradually regained his composure, Jovi took out a vial, uncorked it and placed it on the table.
The fragrance quickly filled the entire box, and Bokov's anger completely dissipated with the fragrance.
"What's this?"
"Perfume has become popular among upper-class believers. I bought it from others at a high price. The supply exceeds the demand!
I already know who owns this thing, and I plan to buy it out and produce it myself. "
"Haha, the property owner doesn't know that this thing is easy to sell, right? He still buys it out."
"As long as the price is right, there is nothing you can't buy. Guess how much a bottle of this thing costs now?
Thirty silver coins a bottle! And this has just become popular. When it spreads, all the nine cities under the emperor will be sold. Imagine what a huge fortune it will be! "
Bokov touched his chin. He was not stupid and knew how much wealth this was. Likewise, he also knew that the money needed to buy out the exclusive production rights of this thing would also be a sky-high price.
"Looking at it this way, it's probably not a small sum of money to buy out its production and sales, right?"
Jovi slapped his chest and stretched out a finger.
"You give me a hundred gold coins, and I'll take care of the whole project."
"One hundred gold coins..."
Bokov touched his chin and kept thinking in his mind.
Compared with the prospects of perfume, this price is indeed very small, but precisely because it is so small, Bokov thinks that this number is fishy.
Yovi is such a shrewd person, he knows what Bokov is thinking when he moves his eyebrows.
"Of course, being able to win this business at such a small price depends on your backing. I will ask you to cooperate when the time comes."
Bokov narrowed his eyes. He knew who Yovi was. He didn't mind if Yovi used his name. He could pretend he didn't know, but he couldn't really help others do evil. That was not in line with his teachings.
"I won't do anything about taking advantage of others."
Jovi's face was straight, like an upright man who was angry at being slandered.
"Hey! You can rest assured that I will never trap my nephew in an unkind place."
One of these two people knew each other very well, and the other could see through the other at a glance. They looked at each other and suddenly laughed. The laughter was like the sunshine after the rain, warm and gentle.
Mersin never expected that Dark Star City was on the verge of collapse.
"This, this, this... why are the borers besieging Dark Star City?"
Bishop Pastin sighed and told the story of His Majesty's nine cities taking turns to protect the holy relics.
"Why is this happening? You know that the holy objects will attract borers and you still bring them into the city?"
"That's why His Majesty's Nine Cities take turns preserving sacred objects. If they stay in one place for a long time, the borers seem to sense them.
We have no choice. This has been a tradition for thousands of years. We only know how to protect the sacred object, but we don’t know where those endless borers came from and what we intend to do with this sacred object..."
Mersin closed her eyes, as if she had seen the destruction of Dark Star City.
"When I was a child, every two and a half years, the Holy Knights from the Imperial City would come to Dark Star City to stay for three months, right? It's for this thing, right? What about now? Where is the Holy Knights from the Imperial City?"
"The imperial city has been silent for ten years. I am afraid it has been destroyed by borers..."
