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Chapter 269 Selling Inventions

So were the people coming Liu Yonglu's follow-up troops? Of course not, they were his great enemy Wordsworth.

Wordsworth was furious because he failed to kill Nicholas. Now he could only put his hope on the Painter's Hat. The planning of the Continental Exposition went smoothly in the first month, but since Dou Nivar appeared, things have not been going smoothly.

First solve the trouble at the Dry Well Bar, and then quickly return to New Newrent to continue the plan.

There was still a month left, and he couldn't let the Father down again. He led his defeated troops to the entrance of the Kujing Inn and saw, wow!
The six judges from the Holy Maiden Sect were standing in a row waiting for him.

When Jacob heard that Saint Baran's follow-up troops had arrived, he quickly called Bill and others. These are Saint Baran's men, so we should show them some respect.

Originally they were all in disguise, because the assassination of Nicholas was a secret operation that could not be known to the Moses THAAD officials.

But now that the person is in Saint Balaam's hands, there is no need to hide it. The Saint's Sect is also the number one folk belief in Moses Sad.

We have to change our clothes today, be smart and don't lose face!

These people were dressed neatly and stood in a row. When they saw Wordsworth, they first bowed.

Wordsworth was dumbfounded. He knew that the believers arranged by Father God in the Dry Well Bar had been cleared out, but he didn't know it was the Holy See who did it, and there were six more people!

Do you, the judges of the Holy See, have nothing to do? Do you just like to shoot mosquitoes with cannons?

He looked back at his group of minnows. A head-on battle? Don't be ridiculous. Even in his prime, he couldn't withstand the hammering of six people. Besides, the statue of the Father God was not with him.

But if we let these judges run away directly, we would have a hard time explaining to Father God when we return.

Let's go in and have a chat first. At most we can say a few polite words and then run away.

"You guys watch over the carriage. I'll go in and talk to the Inquisitors and then I'll leave."

Jacob and Bill looked at each other. It seemed that Nicholas was really on the carriage, otherwise these people would not be so careful.

However, looking at the bald man's expression and appearance, he exudes an evil aura. If he were to be the leader of a cult, they would both believe it. How could Saint Balaam employ such a passerby?

However, Jacob soon found the answer in the parable of the Holy See.

This is exactly how Saint Balan behaved. He liked to use sweet words to deceive those who were blinded by greed and use them for his own benefit, and he would always give these greedy thugs the punishment they deserved at the end of the story.

The people around will also be enlightened at the end and believe in the wisdom and kindness of the saint.

Yes, this group of people in front of me must have been used by Saint Baran.

"Sir, please take a seat. Is Nicholas in your car?"

Bill was focused on the mission and relied on his status as the presiding judge, so he went straight to the point. But as soon as he said this, he saw the flesh on the face of the bald man opposite him twitching as if he had eaten something dirty.

"Humph……"

Wordsworth first let out a long breath and then drank the water on the table.

"I had it in my hands, but I didn't expect someone to scheme against me... I'm going to make you suffer the next time we meet."

Wordsworth's words were incoherent, and he actually had mixed feelings. First, he was angry that he had messed up again. Second, he did not want to lose face in front of the Saint's sect and would have to explain to God the Father when he returned. Third, he did not know the other party's purpose, and if they gave away their secrets in just a few words, he would be in a passive position.

So it was the same as if he hadn't said anything.

"Don't be so defensive. Our goals are the same."

Jacob was quite understanding and gave Wordsworth a way out.

The goal is the same? No way, you Saints also want to kill Nicholas? Wordsworth stared at Jacob blankly with the cup in his hand, not knowing what to say.

"Although I am not sure of the specific goal, the general direction should be correct. As long as we are willing, that adult will give us Nikola's invention."

What Bill means is, would you consider trading Nikola for the invention?

"What!? Nikolai's invention is in your hands!"

Wordsworth's jaw dropped. How did the Saints do it? How could they steal the invention from Noviden without anyone noticing? Although they had a good official relationship with Mosesad, the royal family could never hand this thing over to outsiders.

"Invention...invention, can you give it to me?"

Unlike the Saints, Wordsworth wanted both people and inventions, and his desire for inventions was stronger. He wanted to kill Nicholas probably because of a personal grudge over the painter's hat.

His mouth was dry and his tongue was parched. If it were someone else, he would have turned hostile and started killing people and stealing things. But the people sitting in front of him were six white-robed people from the Holy Maiden Sect. It would be good enough if they didn't kill him, so how could he still want to steal their things?

"Oh, you want this invention?"

"Yes, I want it. Honorable judges, please name a price. As long as I can afford it, I will definitely not be stingy."

This scene is very interesting, the inquisitor from the Holy See and the cult leader are sitting at the same table and chatting as if they were discussing business.

"Price? What do you think of our Holy See, sir?"

If it weren't for Saint Baran's sake, Jacob would have wanted to take action. After hesitating for a while, he slowly said:

"We only want Nikola. Hand him over now and the invention will be yours."

Wordsworth was so angry that he hated Dou Nivar even more. If I had Nicholas, why would I waste my time talking to you about this?

"I need to go back and discuss it. We can make a deal when we get to New Newland."

Finally there was a clue. Wordsworth planned to stabilize Jacob first. It would still be in time to seize the city when he reached his own territory in New Newrent.

Both parties then left a note for each other with an address and a number. "Okay, then I have nothing to say."

Jacob looked at Bill, and the presiding judge also shook his head. The other party still had a relationship with Saint Baran for the time being, so they couldn't just break off relations and snatch him away.

We'll wait for Saint Baran to come down and find out his attitude later.

"One more thing, where is the owner of this store?"

Before leaving, Wordsworth wanted to show off his power. If the believers of God the Father were killed so easily without any explanation, he would probably be punished.

"Jacob, let him out."

Release? Didn't he die long ago? Wordsworth was full of questions. He saw Jacob find a key and open the back kitchen door. The turbaned boss came out in a daze and looked at the people in the room.

what's the situation?
"The boss is also your man?"

Jacob wondered in his heart, if he was really the bald man in front of him, why did he try to assassinate Saint Barlaan before?

"Of course not. Let me ask you, did you kill the previous owner of the store?"

The turbaned boss suddenly realized what was going on. Then his face turned grim. He rolled to the left and hid behind the bar, reaching for his weapon...

He swiped around in the cabinet with his right hand.

Oh shit! It’s gone!
He was dumbfounded and stood there in a daze, while the others looked at him as if he were a monkey.

"Your Excellency the Inquisitor, do you have any objection to handing him over to me?"

Jacob waved his hand like swatting a fly, and Wordsworth felt better. Although he didn't get the invention, at least he had a clue, and the thing was at least not in the hands of the Moses Sad officials.

The person who killed the Father God's believers has also been found, and we can get some information from him.

"Take it up, let's go."

The turban owner had a gloomy face and surrendered. There were so many people in the inn that he couldn't escape no matter what he said. Besides, after getting on the carriage and revealing his identity, the other party might not dare to make things difficult for him.

But Wordsworth's followers usually did things in a rough style. They first stuffed rags into the turbaned boss' mouth, then put a bag on his head, and finally punched him twice in the stomach.

He was carried onto the carriage only after a set of processes were completed.

The farce came to an end. The person who had been hiding at the staircase and peeping slowly walked upstairs, turned the key and entered the room. He walked to the bed and kicked Liu Yonglu in the butt:
"Mr. Rich, get up!"

The person peeking was Millie Tang.

It turned out that after the two of them fell asleep holding hands last night, Liu Yonglu woke up at six or seven in the morning. He was thirsty after performing crosstalk all night, so he carefully took a glass of water from the bedside and drank it.

Looking at Mi Li'er who was so close to him, he hugged her in his arms and took another nap.

When Millie Tang opened her eyes in the morning, she looked up and was startled to see Liu Yonglu drooling while sleeping next to her. She woke up completely from her nap, looked down at her pajamas, which were tidy, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

He first slowly pulled his right hand out of the other person's palm, then twisted Liu Yonglu's hand again, and then carefully got out of bed.

This guy was too tired last night, so let him sleep more. Millie Tang changed her clothes and disguised herself, preparing to go downstairs for breakfast. She passed by the window and glanced down.

Huh? When did so many carriages appear? She suddenly became alert. When Wordsworth and Jacob were negotiating, no one noticed that there was a person hiding at the stairs, which made Millie Tang hear it clearly.

Milly Tang could guess Wordsworth's identity because he knew the appearance of the leader of the believers who broke into his house when he interrogated them.

Considering the wheel tracks she saw on the Novidon Road, Millie Tang had already guessed most of what was going on.

Her heart was in her throat. She went downstairs to eat without her bag, so she couldn't cast the forbidden spell. If anyone mentioned Dou Niwar's name, the two groups would probably team up and go upstairs to arrest him.

But after listening for more than ten minutes, the two groups of people did not mention either black or white.

To show respect, Dou.Nivar was changed to "that lord" in Jacob's mouth. Wordsworth had asked Painter Hat to follow Dou.Nivar before, and the feedback he got was that the Saint's sect was secretly protecting him. He couldn't figure out the relationship between the two sides and didn't dare to easily reveal his hostility.

So the two sides played guessing games in tacit understanding for the whole morning.

Only after seeing Wordsworth leave the inn did Milly Tang breathe a sigh of relief and hurried up to report the news.

"I can't get up. I'm too sleepy. Please help me."

After expressing their feelings to each other last night, Liu Yonglu felt a little fearless. He put his hands behind his head and smiled playfully. The more he looked at his own Mi Li, the more he liked him.

"Humph!"

Millie Tang rolled her eyes, grabbed his arm and pulled him out of bed. After explaining the whole story, Liu Yonglu glanced out the window and saw that Wordsworth had disappeared.

"Let's wait a little longer and set off at noon. If we walk faster, we might be able to catch up with them. If we walk slower, it might be a problem if they set a trap for us."

"What about Jacob?"

Hearing that Liu Yonglu was preparing to withdraw, Millie Tang quickly packed her things.

"I'll go down and talk to them and try to get them as far away as possible. Use this time to load Nikola and the invention onto the car."

The weekend came in a blink of an eye. After I finished writing, I went to spend time with my child. I haven’t told her stories recently.

Everyone should relax on the weekend, hang out with friends, and spend more time with family. Haha, I wish you all a happy weekend.

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