When it comes to Selu's requests, Ferron always has doubts after completing them.
Just as he was returning to his office, wondering why the saint was interested in growing mushrooms, his servant hurried in.
"Master, that man refuses to leave, just rush in!"
Before the servant finished speaking, a hand reached out and pushed the servant aside.
"Oh! My dear Master Ferron! Please allow me to introduce myself..."
Feilong closed his eyes, feeling extremely depressed.
What a scoundrel Yovi is, everyone in Dark Star City knows it, and there is nothing he can't mess up.
"If you have anything to say, just say it, don't show off your bad reputation."
Jovi was not angry when the words were thrown on his face. He waved his hand at the servant with an arrogant look on his face.
The servant did not abandon him, he stood at the door and refused to leave.
"Then I'll tell you openly! I'll buy your perfume business."
Ferron almost laughed, grinning despite his good upbringing.
"What's going on? Have you paid off your entire debt?"
Jovi smiled and threw a money bag on the table. Ferron didn't even look at it.
"Stop chatting, let your technician clean up, and come with me."
Feron was very helpless. Just by hearing the sound, he knew that the bag of money was no more than ninety gold coins. If he wanted to buy a perfume business, it would be a dream.
"Hurry up and reveal your trump cards. Are you annoyed by the grinding?"
"My nephew is the leader of the teaching army. He and his teaching army are outside. Ferron, I am an honest man. Don't make me anxious."
Jovi's tone was no longer the same as when he first walked in. His tone was now full of hatred, as if the anger of being despised for a long time was about to explode.
"If he is outside, he is outside... We are loyal upper-class believers, and all our actions comply with the dogma."
"Yeah?"
Jovi narrowed his eyes, like a poisonous snake that chooses people to eat.
"Is your son like this too?"
Ferron was stunned. He didn't know what his son had done, but if his son did something outrageous, he would be taken away by the teaching army, and at worst, he would be burned at the stake, and at worst, his skin would be torn apart.
But judging from Jovin's determined attitude, he must have solid evidence.
Then I thought about it, if Yovi forced his son to accuse him of an unfounded crime, it would be a loss to him whether he accepted this unfair deal or not.
Suddenly Feilong thought, there are three gods living in his house, why are you afraid of you, a little leader of the religious army?
Even if my son is wrong, he is right!
Thinking of this, he stood up and looked directly into Yovi's eyes.
"I'm going to start my ugly talk. There are distinguished guests in my house. If you act nonsense, something happens to you and your nephew and you won't be able to eat and leave."
Jovi chuckled. In Dark Star City, Bishop Pastin, who could nominally suppress his nephew, had already packed up and ran away.
"I want to see who has such a big arrogance and can't walk around carrying food. There is nothing in Dark Star City that Grandpa and I can't carry!"
Ferron nodded and said to the servant: "Go and invite your highness. I just said that a friend is here and wants to see your highness."
Hearing the word "Your Highness," Yovi's heart tightened.
Your Highness? What Your Highness? People from the Imperial City? But thinking about the current situation in Dark Star City, Yovi felt relieved.
I'll kill your pope first when he comes. Anyway, the news won't spread. Once the borer incident is over, this matter will be almost normal.
He had thought about it all, and when he met Bokov, he directly said that the man was pretending to be from the imperial city. Bokov did not tolerate contempt in his eyes, and he would never tolerate this kind of thing.
Soon, Ampton and Schliemann walked in one after another. Jovi was stunned for a moment. Judging from the temperament of the other party, he did have the demeanor of a person from the imperial city.
"Ferlon, where are your friends?"
"Back to Your Highness, this is the one."
Yovi quickly waved his hand and said, "Outside."
"Outside? Aren't you going to see His Highness?"
Now that the matter has come to this, Yovi is ready to fight. He waves his hand and curls his lips.
"Felon, please stop deceiving me with such fake goods! Please return it to Your Highness... My nephew is a paladin who was honored in the imperial city. You will know if you are real or fake when you go out and meet him...
Hiss, Feilong, you still dare to find someone to pretend to be a saint in the imperial city. You really don’t think your life will be long. Let’s go! You go out with me! "
The more Yovi talked, the more energetic he became, and his rogue attitude made it impossible for anyone to start.
When Schliemann heard that there was a paladin who had been honored in the imperial city outside, his heart skipped a beat. He glanced at Ampton, who still had a calm expression on his face.
In fact, Ampton was also panicking. He was just holding it in check, and showing off now would only prove that he was a fake.
He decided to carry this attitude to the end, even if he faced the paladin, even if he was questioned on the spot.
"I really can't stand you fools..."
He muttered and walked out of the door first.
The master didn't say anything, and the two people who were arguing were naturally speechless. At this moment when the cards were revealed, the two of them were looking at each other with faces, waiting to see each other get slapped in the face.
However, when they came to the door of the Balaang Chamber of Commerce, they found that there were no paladin, no teaching army, and no such magical nephew as Yovi mentioned.
"Eh? This..."
Jovi was dumbfounded. He entered the door after moving the religious army here. Where had everyone gone?
Ampton turned around and left. Before entering, he raised his hand and said, "Tear open his lying mouth."
Without anyone else taking action, Schliemann rushed over, knocked Jovi down and started slapping him. He shot left and right, and the loud slaps made passersby on the street look at him.
Seeing that Jovi's teeth were flying out, he stood up and walked into the suite without saying a word.
In a way, Ferron admired Jovi. A guy who was slapped a dozen times in a row and didn't make a sound was considered a ruthless person.
Yovi turned over with difficulty from the ground, and his words were already unclear.
"Where did this idiot go..."
Bokov was feeling overwhelmed now. He received an urgent report from the patrol team in Dark Star City. There were traces of borers on the edge of the dome in the southeast direction of the upper city.
"Why is it so fast this time..."
When he arrived at the scene of the incident, there was no trace of borers except for a large amount of black paste-like substance and pieces of collapsed caves.
"Who's in charge here!"
A man who was trying to dig out the injured from the rubble ran over, his dusty hands wiping mud marks on his sweaty face.
"It's me, my lord."
"Where's the borer?"
"Drive it away!"
The man patted his chest and looked ready to receive the reward.
Bokov raised his leg and kicked the man on the stomach, causing the man to scream and get out far away.
"Stupid thing! If you let one of those ghosts go, it will attract a bunch of them!"
