Pastor of Tomorrow's Ark

A young man in ordinary clothes came out, his back slightly hunched, this is his habitual action.

"Ah, I remember you... I remember when you had your own small company, you broke in like this to get my sponsorship." Zofia stared at the man for a while , suddenly realized.

"Marku..." Zofia wanted to call out his name, but she really couldn't remember it. It was her limit to have a general impression.Moreover, it was nine years ago.

"Markowitz... I didn't expect you to remember me. But it doesn't matter who I am." Markowitz then walked to Zofia's side and said softly, "The key is... I have some information here... maybe Some are rumors..."

Markowitz's expression seemed to be submissive, and it seemed that it was quite difficult for him to confide these things:

"Please don't say anything! Whether it's true or not, these tournament arrangements are secrets among secrets...but I think maybe you should know... just treat it as a favor from me..."

"Also, uh, I hope you guys can have a good result...I haven't seen good knights for too long...you can have a good result."

Markowitz continued to lower his voice as he spoke.

As the news came out, Zofia's face gradually became serious, and her eyes kept changing.

"Well, that's all..." Markowitz sighed helplessly after finishing speaking, "That's what a little person like me knows..."

"Actually, I didn't have any qualifications to know these things, but recently, it seems that some big shots have taken a fancy to me."

"I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing... But, what qualifications and methods do I have to refuse for a small person like me?"

Markowitz said and saluted Zofia, bent over and turned and ran out of the manor.

Zofia looked at the back of Markowitz's departure, and her face gradually became gloomy. The news that this kind person told her made her originally joyful mood dark and gloomy again.

Ignoring the servant who was talking aside, Zofia walked into her mansion worriedly.

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"The next one, plastic... tsk tsk, as the name suggests, was knocked down by a newcomer in this way..."

Charney glanced dismissively at the sign at the entrance of the mansion, but after ringing the doorbell, he put on another expression.

Walking into the residence of the "plastic" knight Serkiak, Charney saw the knight playing with the child.

"Ah, it's you..."

Serkiak looked at Charney. Before the game, it was this spokesperson who conveyed to him the request of the Howl Guard to demonstrate the performance of the new power armor.

Try to delay the competition as much as possible, and fully display the new products of the Howling Guard, so that the company can win the bid for the long-term trade contract.

In addition, the popularity of the topic and the income from the special championship will allow the Howling Guard to have more say in the Chamber of Commerce.

It's a pity that I couldn't even survive a round in the hands of Maria Linguang.

All plans fell through. After that match, Maria Linguang's popularity exploded, while the "plastic" knight became the opponent's background board, a stepping stone.

Sergiak felt like a joke.

Although he wasn't seriously injured, he was pre-cooled in the whistling guards, and the whistling knights haven't contacted him since then.

Fortunately, he still has family members and a child who is about to celebrate his tenth birthday. This is his only consolation.

And now, this man came to the door again.

The spokesperson of the business union for this year's knight competition, Charney, the mouthpiece of the board of directors, has extremely high authority and can act freely within the framework.

With rather complicated moods, Sergiak led Charney into the living room.

After sitting down, Charney looked at the plastic knight who had taken off his armor in front of him, and asked slowly:

"What is a knight's contest? What do you think, Mr. Sekiak?"

After hearing the words, Sergiak frowned. He didn't believe that Charney would have time to discuss "Knight's Athletic" with him here.

In the final analysis, no one knows better than this group of commercial capitalists what "knight games" are.

So, Sergiak couldn't help but said:

"Stop messing around, Charney, I'm busy. Just tell me, what are you going to do?"

He has no intention of dealing with these guys, they always wear masks, and they always hide their thoughts in their hearts.

Charney put down the teacup in his hand, restrained his smile, and said in another tone:

"Unfortunately... The Howling Knights have decided to replace your starting lineup for the special championship. The newly added support knight is also among the best. In the team competition, his spells can come in handy."

Obviously, this is not good news.

As soon as Charney finished speaking, Sekiak stood up from his chair with a "hoo":

"You! This is different from... what you said!"

As if he didn't see Sergiak's actions, Charney continued to speak slowly:

"Of course, the promised deposit will still be paid. But the tax for the replacement of the Knights is different, you understand, right?"

"You!" Sergiak's breathing gradually became heavy, and he reached out and grabbed the collar of the disgusting guy in front of him.

Being caught by the collar and lifted up, Charney was also forced to leave the chair and stand up. However, he ignored the discomfort in his throat, and he didn't care about the knight in front of him who could kill him in an instant. He said calmly:

"Oh... don't be impulsive, your child is about to celebrate his tenth birthday, you don't need to lose your job because of attacking an insignificant me. The money that the Howling Knights pay you is still a lot, at least this year, you don't need to work harder .”

"call……"

Sergiak stared at Charney, and after a while, he let go.

Charney slumped back to his chair, even though he was treated like this, he still had a smile on his face, and straightened his wrinkled clothes.

"What I need is a place in the main match! I..." Sekiak's voice was full of anxiety and uneasiness.

"It depends on your own performance, Sergiak, there is always a way to survive, isn't it?" Charney interrupted the plastic knight's speech.

Sergiak was silent, and after a while he nodded:

"You're right... Just ask any employee to contact me for this kind of thing. Why do you come here to find me in person? Are all the spokespersons so free?"

Charney slowly sat up straight, put down the pocket watch he was playing with, and looked up at Sergiak's eyes:

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't come here specifically to find you, I just came to confirm some competition arrangements. We seem to be a little too lax. There are some small problems in each competition area, and some criminals can take advantage of it."

Sergiak immediately realized that this is what this guy has to do:

"Are you threatening me? Threatening the "plastic" knight Serkiak to do your dirty work?"

"Where?" Charney was still smiling, but there was a trace of coldness in the depths of his eyes. As he said before, Serkiak had a son.

Sergiak obviously noticed this, he kept changing his expression, and then, as if he had given up, he asked resignedly:

"what do you want to do?"

"I have two Cavaliers I'm concerned about who need to get ready quickly to be ready to play...but unfortunately, they obviously don't have enough points yet."

Charney nodded with satisfaction, and then spoke out his request.

"Bah... You really want the knights to qualify, there are plenty of means."

Sergiak clenched his fists, then loosened his hands weakly. He knew that he had accumulated enough points in the previous trials to allow the entire Howling Knights to qualify.

After working so hard for so long, the starting spot for the Special Championship was originally his. However, now, the Commercial Union not only took back his starting position, but even demanded his points.

These devils who eat people without spitting out their bones are more disgusting than the most hateful demons... Serkiak couldn't help cursing in his heart.

"Don't say that, occasionally you need to abide by the rules and act secretly—" Charney looked at the knight in front of him, and he didn't care what this down-and-out guy was thinking.

"As long as you nod your head and agree, we will arrange all the extra events and procedures for point transfer. Of course, in this way, I will also take care of your internal issues within the Howling Knights... What do you think?"

Sergiak was silent for a long time, and finally spit out a word:

"it is good."

Just uttering this word seemed to exhaust all the strength in his body, and he struggled to maintain his tall and straight figure.

"A wise choice." Charney got the result he was satisfied with, he patted the plastic knight's shoulder affectionately, and then left the mansion.

The door slowly closed behind him.

Charney's face gradually became gloomy. He grabbed his tie, and a small athletic knight dared to shoot at him... The suffocation at the mouthpiece seemed to still remain on his skin, which made him very uncomfortable.

With a sneer, Charney left the plastic knight's house without looking back.

However, at least his goal was achieved.

Some things can no longer be delayed, and some people above can't stand it anymore.If he can't handle these things well, don't look at him now, who is looking good and planning strategies, and he will end up not much better than Serkiak if he doesn't do things well.

"Hmph, I managed to climb to this position. Even if I am like this, I am nothing more than an insignificant little mosquito in front of those big shots."

"However, even if this is the case, all things that stand in front of me and oppose me should be damned!"

It is impossible for Charney to give up his current position, because only he knows how he climbed up.

In order to secure this position, he has paid too much and done too many things.

At this point, he has offended too many people, and now he seems to be stable, because his current position can give him corresponding protection.

Once he falls from this seat, he will be torn to pieces by the guy who is staring at him.

Therefore, he absolutely does not allow himself to lose everything now.

Absolutely not allowed!

To this end, he can do whatever it takes.

This is a battle for survival. What does the life and death of other people have to do with him?

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"Uh huh ah ah ah..."

The "plastic" knight Sergiak slammed his fist on the wall beside him.The fist that vented his anger smashed a cobweb-like depression on it.

"call--"

Letting out a long breath, Sergiak sat back on the sofa weakly, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

In just one week, he seemed to have lost everything he owned.

Although he was outside, he was still the main force of the Howling Knights, that powerful "plastic" knight.

In reality, however, he is nothing now.

"I should have seen through all this..."

My own misfortune, the root of all of this, started from the match where Maria Linguang knocked herself down in an instant.

At that moment, he became a joke.