The Dark King

The Lane family, in the study on the second floor.

At the desk night light, Fulin dismissed the maid next to him. Only Sandro was in the room. He sighed, looking at the night outside, with some worry on his face.

Seeing his expression on his side, Sandro couldn’t help but ask, “Father, are you also worried about the savages’ crimes? With the military’s heritage, it shouldn’t be difficult if you want to hold the'wall of protection', if If the army fails, the Light Holy See and the Tribunal will not sit by and ignore it. Besides, when the wall of protection is captured, we can also retreat to the edge of the inner wall and wait for the reinforcement of the inner wall."

Fulin shook his head slightly and sighed, "Child, I am not worried about the war in the army, but our war."

"Our war?" Sandro slightly stunned.

Fulin Road: "War is a disaster and an opportunity. The six major consortiums are estimated to be aiming at the huge profits brought by this war. You see the mineral industry on the market recently, prices are rising, but it is a pity that you have earned wealth but lost it Fame. Look at the Guangming Holy See and the Tribunal again. The Guangming Holy See has set up blessing platforms in various squares. When the war is over, it will pray to God. Oh, if there is a God, why not destroy this savage? Civilians, I don’t know how much material and wealth to donate to the Bright Holy See. As for the evil dark Holy See gathering magic potions and alchemists, it is likely to push the direction of this war on the back. All forces are using the hands of savages to fish What we need, only us, not only can't get any benefit in such a war, but will be remembered by other forces and destroyed by the opportunity!"

Sandrew's face changed slightly, "You mean Mellon Consortium?"

Fulin sighed, "The disaster is unavoidable, the blessing is irresistible, I hope the Mellon Consortium is drawn by the Scott Consortium, otherwise we will become its appetite during this chaotic period of war."

Sandrule wondered and said: "Is this father's words too negative and pessimistic? We still have the Du Dean messenger behind us, and the Mellon Consortium has always wanted to deal with us to no avail, now even in the chaotic period, bright The authority of the Holy See and the Elemental Temple should not be provoked. Should they dare not provoke our anger at this time?"

Folin smiled bitterly and said: "But the problem is that Dean is now outside the wall. At this critical juncture, he is not sitting in the Temple of Elements. It is really a mistake. He did not know that he deliberately exposed such flaws to lure Mellon. The consortium offensive didn't really take this into consideration before going outside. If the latter is the case, I'm afraid that we will plant it hard this time!"

Sandro froze, thinking for a moment, and said, "Father, since the situation is so urgent, I will send someone to call him back immediately?"

"He is outside the wall, and he can call it if he wants to call. We haven't built a stronghold outside the wall. It is impossible to contact him. We can only find him when he actively contacts the wall." Fulin sighed, "But hunting outside the wall often takes two or three days, or even a week to two weeks before returning. I am afraid that when he returns, the foundation has been pulled out and becomes a prisoner again."

Sandro was taken aback, only to realize that the matter was serious, and couldn't help saying: "Father, wouldn't it be too exaggerated to say this? How could he be the Prisoner of the Elemental Temple? How could he become a prisoner again? Can the Mellon Consortium intervene? Can't get into the Elemental Temple?"

Fulin said bitterly: "We have less family business in the Ryan family and less opportunity for individual experience. You will understand it later, maybe you will understand it after this happens, and many things do not go by the same way. In many cases, there are many roads to achieve the goal, but those roads are hidden too deep, and the average person can’t see it, even if someone sees it, but they are self-confident and don’t want to go! Know that, if you go outside, you are dead!"

Sandro was shocked. Although Fulin didn't say it clearly, the last sentence made him instantly understand his father's worries as if he was indoctrinated. He felt chills in his heart and couldn't help saying: "Father, can't we just sit back and die now?" "

"I have sent someone to notify, and when he contacts Bibi, I will get the news." Fulin sighed and said: "The rest can only be seen by destiny. Perhaps our Ryan family is gone and destined. It’s hard to turn over, but it’s a pity that if this young man is cultivated, he will be given five more years, and he will definitely be the culmination of the outer wall area in the future, even the Sludi of the Bron family, the Chesterov of the Scott consortium , It’s hard to match!"

Sandro was stunned for a moment, and said: "If he can't get through this difficulty, even if he is dead, it's not a pity."

Folin glanced at him without saying anything, leaning on the chair and closing her eyes slowly.

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The next day.

Fulin had just accompanied her family's juniors to finish breakfast, but before she could leave, she heard the butler inform the outsiders. While shocked, she sat on the chair and told the steward to bring someone in.

However, before the steward turned around to lead the way, the entrant had broken through the door, and the voice was first heard in the ears of the restaurant: "No need to be polite, go back after collecting debts." During the speech, a middle-aged man stepped in , Followed by two young knights, handsome and vigorous, built with the official knight medal awarded by the knight palace, and it is intermediate silver.

Folin's face changed slightly, and he quickly settled in his face, saying, "You are too rude to break into Benbao!"

The middle-aged man looked arrogant and heard a sneer. He seemed to be poked in laughter, with a disdainful look around his mouth, and said, "Disrespectful? Patriarch Fulin, your family owes us 42,860 gold coins. Isn’t it rude?"

Forint was startled.

Sandro and Jick on both sides of the table, as well as other children, all looked up in amazement, suspecting that there was something wrong with their ears.

Folin sullenly said, "What are you talking about? Why did our Lane family owe you money?"

"Humph!" The middle-aged man sneered slightly, shaking a sheepskin roll out of his arms, and said: "This is a contract. It is clearly written on it. Even if you have the same lawsuit to the trial office, you can see it clearly!" said Then, throw things to Fulin.

Things were not missed and fell at the feet of Fulin.

The middle-aged maid beside him quickly stooped to pick it up and handed it to Fulin.

Fulin's face was gloomy, opened it, just glanced at it, the gloomy color on his face changed suddenly, his face pale, and when he saw the end, the paleness of his face turned into anger, and the sheepskin roll was put away, turning his head Jake glared at the table below and said coldly: "You filial son, how come I gave you such a thing, this is what you owe, you still go!"

After he finished speaking, he slammed the sheepskin roll at him.

Jick was startled, he couldn’t hold the knife, he grabbed the sheepskin roll in a hurry, and hurriedly opened it to look. He suddenly opened his eyes and stood up suddenly from the chair. He said, “Impossible! I, what am I? Ever signed such a contract? Impossible!!!"

The middle-aged man seemed to be happy to see the scene in front of him, and said with a smile: "Mr. Jick, don't you remember? Last time in the Moulin Rouge in Lido, what you said was very loud. Forget about it in a blink of an eye, The words in black and white are for your own purpose. Now you want to pay the bill?"

When Jick was struck by lightning, he rushed in front of him and shouted: "You framed me! The contract I read at the time was not like this at all, you are mean! You are a crime, sign me with a fake contract , I want to sue you!!"

The middle-aged man reached out and touched the spit on his face, raised his hand on Jick’s chest, pushed him back two steps, sorted out his clothes, and said indifferently: "Go tell, how is the way to the trial, No need to tell you again?"

"You! You!" Jick's eyes flashed red, staring at him with dizzy eyes.

The two middle-level knights next to the middle-aged man looked at him indifferently, ready to stop him at any time, and even knock them down!