The wealthy district of Port Roman, in a private mansion.

Feng proudly looked at the Roman bronze statue placed on the coffee table in front of him, and then looked at Bei Ji who was sitting opposite and staring at him with a smile on his face, and the girl who stood behind him who was cold and did not say a word from beginning to end, and did not know how to say for a while.

"Boss Feng, your idol," Bei Ji leaned forward, pushed the Roman idol in front of Feng Smug with his hand, and gave Feng Smug a look: "I cried to the death that day, and even offered a high reward, why, I don't need it now?" ”

"No, no, nothing, hurry," Feng came back to his senses, and then beckoned to the servant on the side: "Bring 100,000 gold coins!" ”

Hearing 100,000 gold coins, Bei Ji was stunned this time: "No, why are you bringing so many gold coins?" ”

"Didn't you see the notice of my bounty in Port Roman?" Feng was smug with a suspicious face: "Find the statue of Roman God and bring it to my Feng Mansion, reward 50,000 gold coins, and ......"

Feng Shengyi paused in his mouth for a while, and said seriously: "I was saved by you that day, and before I had time to repay you, you disappeared without a trace, and the more than 50,000 yuan is my gratitude for saving your life." ”

After speaking, the servant who had been called by Feng to carry the gold coins came back, only to see him holding two large bags of gold coins in his arms, and after putting them down on the coffee table, he returned to Feng Smug's side and panted heavily.

Bei Ji stared at the two bags of gold coins and hesitated, but after a while, he made a decision: "I didn't come to you for money. ”

Doubts appeared on Feng Deyi's face, which was very unexpected.

Seeing this, Bei Ji immediately chose to go straight to the topic: "I want to know some information about your son." ”

As soon as he heard his son, Feng Deyi's originally godly eyes suddenly dimmed a lot, as if a scar had been revealed.

"I don't know anything about him other than where he is......"

Bei Ji was stunned and looked at the strong contrast between Feng Smug before and after, and it took a long time to come back to his senses: "Then, where is he now?" ”

"I received a letter the other day, the only one in seven years, saying that I was on a mission in the city of Winds," said Feng Cheng with a melancholy sermon.

"Your son......" Bei Ji asked tentatively, "between you and you...... Is there any contradiction......"

Bei Ji seemed to have said something that should not be said, and suddenly pulled Feng Smug into a long memory.

"He probably hates me," Feng said lightly.

I used to always want to join the Divine Judgment Organization, but after most of my life, I still can't enter, because of the undesirable ideals I have lived a lifetime, because I have never been reconciled, so I can only let my son complete this wish for me, and the child does not resist, he is relatively silent, only the only time he mentioned to me that he wants to be an alchemist, and does not want to practice brute force and fine arts, I told him that in order to fulfill my father's wish and step into the Temple of Divine Judgment, the strength must be improved! Since then, the child has not mentioned it again, but many years have passed, and one day when he became an adult, he really fulfilled my wish, that is, officially entered the transcendent organization of the Divine Judgment, and he never came back, I know, this must be because I occupied the bitter fruit of his life, so he felt that he lived without a little self, so in seven years, he has not been home once.

My wife abandoned home not long after the child was born, fortunately, the child is quite sensible, the past 20 years have never made trouble, although the life is hard, but food and clothing can still be solved, I know that the child is very unable to raise his head in front of his peers, I have seen those melon babies when eating lamb leg meat, pointing to the patches on my child's clothes and laughing almost choked, but the child has never covered those patches with his hands, to deal with it in silence, and never mentioned it to me when he came home, sometimes, I feel sorry for the child, Because he is too sensible, too sensible child, childhood must not be very good, I am sorry for the child, I am too poor, I have no ability, and even impose my unfulfilled wish on the child, regardless of the child's true thoughts, so that I have caused the bitter fruit of today, and I am guilty of my own sin.

If the child doesn't want to come back, I don't blame him, but after all, it's been seven years, and I can't say I don't want him against my will, I hope you can transfer these things to him for me, and tell him that if you want to come back when, Dad and this family will always be waiting for him, and if he can come back, Dad will never object to anything he wants to do, alchemist, do, Dad will also support him with action, and open a special shop for him to sell medicinal herbs and potions, I will go to deal with every bottle of potion he has refined, and get every medicinal herb......

"That's it, that's right," said Feng proudly, and then asked the servant to fetch a piece of obsidian, and he took the Roman idol in his hand, and then guided a strange light into the obsidian.

"I also ask Brother Bei to give it to him for me."

"This is ......," Bei Ji wondered.

I saw Feng proudly and said slowly: "The blessed stone that gives my son a blessing." ”