"Is the corruption within the Holy See that he mentioned the same thing as what we suspected? Or is it just a power struggle within the Holy See?" Ned asked.
"Actually, there is no need to think about this issue. We just need to know that none of these people can be trusted. It happens to be an opportunity to intervene in the internal fighting of the Holy See. It would be great if we can take the opportunity to disperse them in one fell swoop. Three bishops, leaving One is too many.”
Mo Bei made a decision when he entered Kartim City. When facing the only remaining Holy See of Zakarum, he appropriately gave up his principles and bottom line.
Since you have chosen to do nothing, then just rest completely.
And those stupid people who can't see hope don't need faith. It would be great to keep the pitiful money to buy rice and wheat noodles, so why throw it into the offering box and listen to the sound.
"Could this be a trap?" Milor asked.
"It's possible. Although the soul beacon on our bodies has dissipated, and Perona has been wearing underwear to increase her height, the chance of being directly recognized is very small, but there is always a possibility."
The soul beacons on the three of them seemed to be completely exhausted when they encountered Lucien and were teleported to Duriel's lair. When they returned to Rogge's camp, Noble checked them carefully. He could react. With the introduction of detection methods, there are naturally ways to detect that the soul beacon has dissipated.
Perona wrinkled her little nose, expressing her dissatisfaction with Mo Beiti's increased internal pressure.
Mo Bei chuckled and continued:
"There is definitely a danger. That Witzel should be very strong. These old guys can hide their background and past experiences, and they don't know what level of strength they have reached. Moreover, the biggest threat has always been lurking. dark place."
Several other people nodded in agreement, but they seemed to be discussing some topics that had nothing to do with them. They did not show any fear about the dangers and enemies they were about to face.
Even with ordinary experiences in the wilderness, no adventure team can determine the next enemy and threat they will encounter. They are fully capable of handling it with their own strength, but there are still many people who are indomitable.
Before Mo Bei traveled through, it might have been difficult to understand this mentality. In addition, the plan they were formulating now was to find ways to subvert the Holy See of Zakarum, which had always shown itself as the protector of the kingdom.
It made him feel more or less like he was in a group. . .
Desperado.
"Electricity bill." Perona asked the question that concerned her most.
Mo Bei understood what she wanted to say. The plan for the patent bill had not been realized. If they didn't keep a tight guard here, it would be difficult to ensure that the generator technology would not be stolen.
"Don't worry, this is an important part of our plan. We must not let them take advantage. While they are suffering, let's talk to Virgil and the others."
When Perona heard this, she immediately took out her notebook and prepared to design her lines according to Mo Bei's plan.
In the afternoon, Virgil, Borg and others received Conrad's invitation. Although they strongly did not want to accept the invitation, they still came to the living room where Conrad was.
"this..."
As soon as they entered the living room, Virgil and Berg were attracted by the huge metal objects placed on the long table, and their eyes instantly became eager.
Although there were no fan blades installed, they could still tell at a glance that this was the core component of the generator.
"You can call this a generator." Conrad chuckled and continued before the two of them could continue asking questions:
"For this thing, I even emptied my family's treasure house. You may not believe it, but it is all true."
"Where on earth did you get such a thing?"
Borg reached out and turned the generator, but he still couldn't see the principle of this thing. The outside was just an ordinary metal shell. Could it be the inner seal formation?
"That's not important. What's important is that we can't live without it. To be fair, you two, the fees I charge are not bad at all compared to the original consumption of gems."
Vergil and Borg were silent. How could they not know this? They couldn't accept that the original equilibrium was broken, so they tried their best to get rid of Conrad's use of the generator to restrain them.
To them, it was the same as strangling their necks with a rope until they suffocated to death.
"Let's stop hiding it. I don't have to guess what you two want to do. To be honest, I'm tired of this kind of confrontation."
Conrad's words made Virgil and Borg's eyes light up. Considering the core components of the engine placed in front of them, it is not difficult to think of what Conrad is planning?
"Make a price!" Virgil followed Conrad's words directly, appearing to have no negotiation experience.
"Two million gold coins, each family." Conrad stretched out two fingers and waved them in front of them.
"Ha..." Borg turned around and left after hearing this, scorning the price.
But he was surprised to find that Virgil did not turn around with him, and then heard Virgil agree in a relaxed tone.
The short beard on Borg's lower jaw trembled, and he almost suffered a cerebral hemorrhage from the anger of his pig teammate.
But then, he figured out what was going on.
The Virgil family has a background in the stonemason union, and the mine accounts for the largest proportion among the three, close to 45%. It is indeed not a loss for him to accept the two million gold coins, but their trade association does not have such a large share. You can't just pay two million! ?
This damn fat man tricked me!
Thinking of this, Borg's vision turned black. After all, he was a level 40 job changer. It was not easy to be so angry.
"Based on the proportion of mining operations, we cannot accept this price."
He immediately turned around and argued with reason.
Conrad spread his hands and said no problem, I won't force you.
"..."
Borg almost wanted to initiate a duel between the great nobles. He wanted to kill that damn fat man Virgil first!
"We can't pay it all in one lump sum." He once again fought for a buffer.
"It doesn't matter, I can wait, but for the sake of fairness, I must hand over this technology to both of you at the same time." Conrad said calmly.
"Fair..." Borg laughed in anger.
This is naturally not for the sake of fairness, but to forcefully sell the goods to two families. If it is sold to Virgil first, Borg can buy it from Virgil later.
Virgil has always had a harmless smile on his face since he came in, and he didn't even say much. He didn't know what he was planning.
This made Borg extremely puzzled. The two of them were at a disadvantage now and should have joined forces. Why did this damn fat man want to trick him? ?
This buyout transaction was finally completed according to Conrad's wishes. Because of Virgil's unusual attitude, it went very smoothly, which made Perona look a little disappointed as she flipped through the two pages of dialogue she had written.
Mo Bei suddenly understood something when he saw that she couldn't get enough of the drama.
It turns out that your drama queen attributes need a carrier!
It didn't take much effort for Borg to collect two million gold coins from the big businessmen. In fact, in terms of capital, the Federation of Commerce and Trade ranked first.
Virgil didn't play any tricks. After a day of preparation, he delivered the gold coins in full.
Mo Bei put four million gold coins into a bottomless pit-like inventory, but he was not excited because he was now truly rich. Instead, he missed the days when he had a dozen gold coins in his hand and selectively repaired equipment.
So empty. .
Just as empty as the pockets of the great nobles right now!
