She gritted her teeth and said, “Let me punish the evildoer severely and extort a large sum of money from him!”

Any evil will…

All will…

Hey, please come in.

Xidejia looked at the pale blood demon standing a little distance away, smiled awkwardly and put down the crossbow in his hand.

“Lateran Langdon Guard?” Acardo recognized the weapon of Liberi. Or rather, the Langdon Monastery. The monks there have been the defenders of the will of the church for a long time, maintaining a very high individual quality. The core purpose of its establishment is to protect the personal safety of the Pope and important clergy. The biggest difference between the monastery and the notary office or other Lateran institutions is that the monastery actively accepts believers from outside the Lateran and provides them with the opportunity to serve the Pope.

He had killed many monks from Langdon Abbey, and those special arrows and crossbows caused him a lot of trouble when he was young. The legendary hunter Van Helsing, who was born in Gaul, had learned the skills of using crossbows to assassinate targets in Langdon Abbey.

Now the soul of a certain bishop of the monastery of Langdon lies in the dead river.

Damn it, why would a blood demon come here! Miss Xidejia felt bitter in her heart. All the wheat she planted last winter was ruined, and she had no way to ask for compensation… God knows whether the bloodthirsty blood demon will directly solve the problem from the source.

Akado walked towards Sidjia. According to the doctor’s memory, this girl from the Liberian tribe later joined Rhodes Island for various reasons and acted as a sniper operator under the code name “Empty String”.

The financially distressed Langdon Monastery successfully raised her into a girl who was keen on making money. In another world, she had a reputation that was almost comparable to that of Krusil, probably because her active and high-frequency product promotion and sales were indeed quite disturbing.

Good at brewing, baking, weaving, singing, dancing… People can really become omnipotent in order to make money.

As Akado thought about this, he looked at Xidejia and said meaningfully, “6 Timothy 10:.”

The other person was startled and responded subconsciously, “The love of money is the root of all evil. Some people, eager for money, have strayed from the truth and pierced themselves with many sorrows.”

“You should recognize me.”

“…” Sidja had traveled to most of Terra and of course knew this strange and ancient blood demon. Instead, she took a step back.

Damn it, a blood demon is more familiar with scriptures and doctrines than me… It’s so bad. I always feel as if I am unworthy of the bishop’s training and I must immediately prostrate myself and pray to apologize to my faith.

“I have a close relationship with your elders,” Akado glanced at Xidejia. He did not intend to leave Quill with a bad international network.

At least he hoped Quill would be able to befriend Rutland.

Those Sakotas had given him great inspiration and had considerable international status. If the Quill Pen had to face this deformed era alone, it would have to maintain a good relationship with Lateran.

Hildegard laughed, his calves trembling, thinking about how to get out safely. There is indeed a connection. In the church of Langdon Abbey, there is still a monument to the monks’ heroic struggle to protect the Pope and the Blood Demon King.

In theory, it would be reasonable for Akado to chop off her head.

But the reality is just the opposite.

“Come here.” The Blood Demon stopped Xidejia like an order.

The other party shuddered violently.

“I haven’t seen the Lateran believers for a long time. Please pray for me, for your faith.”

written request for leave

I need to ask for leave. I have spent too much time on the lab report today. There will be a flag-raising ceremony at 6 am tomorrow, so I have to go to bed early.

I apologize a lot, I am still accumulating manuscripts, and I expect to have a wave of updates in a few days. Tomorrow I will finish writing the Seqin extra story “Margaret Linguang Becomes a Toy of a Big Entrepreneur” and upload it to the full subscription group.

I strongly recommend a series of Seqin extra stories in the full subscription group – the if line of my old book “Don’t Joke with Lateran”. In this series, the protagonist is a follower of Slaanesh. Those who understand will understand. The personal chapter of Margaret mentioned in the previous paragraph is from this series.

Chapter 8 starts to introduce restrictions, please be aware. If you are interested, you can go and have a look.

Finally, the recommendation votes need to be refreshed, please don’t let them rot in your hands, please, please, please.

198. A man came to buy melons

The Great Knight Territory is a city surrounded by forests and plains, with relatively developed agriculture and animal husbandry. However, as the flames of war spread across most of Terra, this city of knights, which was already behind the times, inevitably suffered invasion by foreigners.

Investors swaggered into Cavalleria with their own businesses, not armed with knives or crossbows, but with landships loaded with advanced instruments and precious metals, breaking the rule of farmers and pedantic knights and nobles. They formed a “commercial union” to bring new life to the oppressed people.

The old bunkers or low walls were demolished and replaced by tall buildings rising from the ground.

An old knight said that it was capital that destroyed the long-standing and noble spirit of chivalry.

Then, filled with resentment and regret, the family’s glory turned into a handful of yellow sand.

But what destroyed chivalry was not capital, but time, the system, and the blind and greedy oppression and exploitation of the nobles.

The will that has inspired generation after generation to move forward in desperate situations will not die. Although it may be temporarily tainted and corrupted by the ugliness of human hearts and turned into gray sand mixed into the soil, it will also become nutrients that urge the next generation to grow.

Margaret had been away from the country for four years. When she once again stepped into the city that taught her how to fight and live, the sky was no longer dark, but had sparse clouds, probably because the sun was about to rise.

……

The distant mountains are dark green, and lush forests spread along the mountain ridges, reflecting the bright sunshine and blue sky.

Xidejia led the way holding a small flag, and behind him was the Rhine Life Tour Group headed by Akado… the Rhine Life Scientific Expedition Group.

It was not a strange scene. As a country famous for its “commercial competitive games”, Casimir had no shortage of foreign tourists from all over the world.

People were coming and going in the shops with words written in different languages. In terms of product types, Casimir had the same diversity as Longmen. However, the difference was that Casimir had no choice but to pay the suppliers after selling the goods, while Longmen was superior. Any enterprise that wanted to sell goods here had to take care of all the relationships inside and outside. The tax rate was frighteningly high, and it was obvious that they were aiming to take advantage of the big capitalists, but they were still happy to do so.

“Good morning, Miss Xidejia,” a passing vehicle mechanic greeted the golden-haired Liberian girl. “The tractor I bought from your store a few days ago is very useful. My father likes it very much. But it has a little trouble handling dry land mixed with rocks. Do you have any models with stronger pulling power?”

For a moment, Xidejia forgot the fear of being dominated by Akado. The passion to make money overcame death. She threw away the small flag in her hand, took out the communication terminal from her waist bag, and searched for the preview pictures of the tractors on sale.

This is a customer! This is a business order! This is money! This is money!

You can’t afford to be careless when it comes to making money. Business opportunities are fleeting.

She glanced behind her cautiously, and saw that the blood demon had disappeared long ago, so she couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Akado left quietly, leaving Quill to manage the team.

The old marble floor stretches into the distance, copper street lamps are lined up on both sides of the road, and pedestrians come and go beside the smoothly polished lamp posts.

The chalk-like buildings are bathed in sunshine, the white-painted brick walls blend with the steel and concrete load-bearing columns, and they are embedded between the high-rise buildings that reflect the dazzling light like prisms. The chivalrous culture of the last century can still show its strong colors in the emerging and transformed Casimir.

An ebony board was fixed to the right side of the door with long nails and iron rods, and on the board was written in Casimir: “Hotspot for Registration for the Knights’ Competition No. 3”.

Knight competition is the focus of the most attention among the people of Casimir. It affects the economic lifeline of the entire Casimir, the lives and work of millions of people, and is also the core of the operation of the Chamber of Commerce.

The Federation of Commerce has invested in it with all its heart and soul: every registration point is built according to the specifications of the event service center, with catering, tobacco and alcohol, lounges, giant screen live broadcast equipment, etc. In order to help contestants enter the venue quickly, a direct highway has been opened between the registration point and the venues.

The hall of registration point No. 3 was bustling with activity.

Gamblers, dressed shabbily or elegantly, moved around in front of several gambling tables, sighing with disappointment or shouting with surprise from time to time;

Tourists and local residents of Casimir stopped in the hallway to watch the fun. They looked up at dozens of screens of different sizes to find their favorite games. Waiters carrying trays of snacks or drinks walked through the aisles.

The knights who had taken off their armor gathered around a large round table, smoking or drinking. They stared at the giant electronic screen in the center of the hall, which was broadcasting a live broadcast of two sword-and-shield knights who were fighting fiercely.

Amid the lively discussion, Accardo, wearing sunglasses, walked towards the counter.

The burly man was mixing cocktails with skill.

“Boss, are your melons ripe?” Akado put Rhodes Island’s cooperation certificate on the counter.

“Are you looking for the badger on purpose?” ACE happily poured the liquor in his hand into the goblet.

This is the secret signal thrown out by Skadi.

199. Skadi and Skadi

The lobby of registration point No. 3.

The huge walls are inlaid with large and small display screens, transcribing the live broadcasts of all the knight competitions held today.

The most watched live broadcast scene showed a golden-haired Kuranta girl holding a large shield and a cross sword, using the glowing Originium technique to enhance her swordsmanship and defeat her opponent.

From the discussions around, it was clear that the girl in the live broadcast was the younger sister of the famous Knight of Glory, Maria Linguang.

Akado glanced at the enthusiasm and passion of the spectators around him for the game, and felt firsthand the exaggerated influence of the Knights’ game in Casimir.

The country’s breathing gradually became stronger and more powerful thanks to the knightly competitions, and countless industries spread and grew around it.

He took the wine glass handed to him by ACE, and a bright red business card was placed on the table with a pale sheep’s head pattern printed on the surface of the business card.

“Just promote it.”

“right here?”

“It doesn’t matter what occasion you come to, if you want to,” Akado walked away with his glass in hand. “Anyone is welcome to participate in the APEX competition.”

ACE quickly took out his mobile device and searched the Internet for the APEX competition.

Sure enough, the entry was updated a minute ago and had the following red words in it:

Form a three-person team to participate in the competition, regardless of background or origin. The champion prize…

What’s the prize money?! How many zeros? ACE took off his sunglasses and his eyes widened.

Champion prize: 500 (000 million Longmen coins).

Who wouldn’t be confused after seeing this!

ACE’s hands were shaking as he thought about how to get Logos to join his team… He still needed a crossbowman. Should he call Scout in? This guy didn’t seem to be short of money, and he didn’t like to join in the fun…

Also seeing this new news at the first time was Skadi, who was handling government affairs on Rhodes Island.

“It’s hard to be reserved with so much money,” she glanced at the latest income and expenditure list of the landship, feeling a little eager to make some money.

But thinking that he would be on Accardo’s suspension list as expected, he gave up in disappointment.

The communicator on the table suddenly rang. It was a call from the Human Resources Department.

The doctor answered the phone, “This is the Doctor.”

“You have an appointment…”

“Oh!” The doctor suddenly realized and couldn’t help laughing out loud.

“You seem very happy…”

“Hahaha, of course. Let Miss Skadi come over quickly. Don’t neglect this powerful bounty hunter.”

The doctor hung up the phone happily, then took out his mask from the drawer and put it on, then leaned lazily in the soft chair waiting for his own visit from this world.

I must tease that silly girl.

No one understands Skadi better than her.

ten minutes later.

“Bounty hunter Skadi, come here…” The white-haired Agor sat upright.

“Stop!” The doctor interrupted her. “According to Casimir’s social understanding, you should call me by my name first, but in Rhodes Island, you should call me by my code name.”

“Code name?” Skadi’s breathing paused slightly, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

“Call me Doctor.”

“Doctor…”

“Okay, Miss Skadi, now let’s get to the point.”

“Oh, oh…” The other party was even more confused.

The doctor crossed his hands and said in a low voice, “First of all, before we talk about your application to join Rhodes Island, we must first resolve the issue of your identity.”

“I’m a bounty hunter.”

“No, no, no, I mean Agor.”

“I am indeed an Agor.”

“What else? I remember there is another title used to describe you. Deep Sea Hunter.”

Bang! Skadi stood up suddenly, and the chandelier on the ceiling swung back and forth with a huge tremor like an earthquake.

“Don’t get excited,” the doctor comforted her, “let’s have a good talk.”

“how do you……”

“Listen to me, or I won’t.”

Skadi immediately shut up and sat back in her seat obediently, her expression full of confusion and anxiety.

She left her hometown and came to a strange land. Loneliness and nightmares had tortured her spirit to an extremely tired level.

She couldn’t speak the language, wasn’t understood, and wasn’t received. People from the outside world either coveted her beauty or wanted to use her power. She was surrounded by countless malice.

She didn’t dare to return to the sea, and could only search tirelessly on land for clues about her compatriots. She came all the way to Columbia, and was brought to Casimir by the blood demon.