"If it's about Vicky, don't say it!"

Morey is not Bert, and he doesn't want too many entanglements of interest in his relationship with Vicky.

Wardstaz pursed his lips, he wanted to use this to make Morey's relationship with the Dragonwing Islands closer, but he thought that it would not be easy for this lord to be so submissive, so he dispelled this idea.

"His absorption of demon blood has only just entered the shallow stage, the easiest way is to go to any temple of the god of order and purify the demon essence in his body!"

Morey frowned, now Bert regards this demonic power as the thing he relies on and cherishes the most, and now it is not easy to deprive him of his only hope!

"Is there any other way?"

Hearing Morey's question with a hint of helplessness, Wardstaz chuckled in his heart, and continued with "regret" on his face:

"Then we can only try to dilute the demonic power in his body with the rest of the flesh essence."

"Although his own human bloodline is noble, it is not enough to resist the demonic remnants that remain in the blood crystal, if he can absorb a sufficiently powerful flesh and blood essence, not only can he get rid of the temptation of the demon on him, but it is also extremely beneficial to his strength growth!"

Hearing this, Morey smiled even more bitterly.

Being able to use his own flesh and blood essence to push a warrior to a legend, the level of this demon can be imagined, if you want to dilute his influence on Bert, then the other party's level will not be weaker than him.

"You have to do it as soon as possible, once he completely absorbs the demonic power in his body, then even if he finds the flesh essence that is enough to fight the demon later, it will be useless!"

Hearing the old dragon say this, Morey's brows were twisted like a cable with countless dead knots.

"Tell me what you want!"

The bell still needs to be tied to the bell, and since Waldstaz has picked such a head, then he must have a solution.

Otherwise, relying on a solution that is extremely difficult to solve will not be able to get much benefit from Morey.

Morey even decided that he must have a flesh and blood essence in his hand that was powerful enough to fight against demons, just waiting for himself to bargain!

The old dragon was also simply and directly lifted out the hole cards.

"At some point, I want you to help me with all my might!"

Morey nodded, this dragon god who had been imprisoned for so long, although he looked like he had seen through the red dust since he came out of the Ice Dome World, how could he really let go of it in his heart.

The feeling of being in control of someone else's life and death is not the same as being controlled by others.

The current Wardstaz seems to be the trapped dragon stranded in the shallows, extremely weak, but once he is given time to accumulate strength, he will definitely be able to soar into the sky.

Morey estimated that the "certain time" he was referring to should be the day when the divine fire was rekindled.

At that time, because he wanted to ignite the divine fire with all his strength and re-hold the kingdom of God, his own protective strength was the lowest.

And at that time, all kinds of bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods who covet the priesthood will appear.

If Morecan help him, his success rate will increase a lot, which is why he has been staying in Red Leaf City and refusing to leave.

As Morey had guessed, the White Dragon God did have the flesh and blood essence of a powerful creature, but ......

"You're saying that somewhere where you've left your mark, you've left a legacy that has enough to counteract the demonic power in Bert's body?"

Looking at the "you finally get it" expression on his face, Morey didn't beat this guy out.

Co-authored this trick of playing the white wolf with empty gloves, and planned to exchange his promise with a treasure address.

"It's not a fair deal!"

......

"It's definitely a fair deal! I'm willing to swear by my dead grandfather! ”

Although he didn't know what status the long-deceased grandfather of the big housekeeper of Red Leaf City was in his mind, these merchants who had come from afar reluctantly agreed to the proposal to increase the price of machinery and equipment by 25% next quarter.

As Gou De said before, now the goods in Red Leaf City are not worried, and the price increase is just limited to the quantity of last resort, otherwise it will be directly covered by some giant merchants.

Sending away the group of merchants who were about to be trapped, Gourd turned his head and saw Hyde, he was stunned at first, but then reacted.

"Well, the boss is here?!"

"I saw that you managed to fool those guys!"

"How can that be called fooling, that's a normal business method!"

Gourd argued to himself as he and Hyde walked to his office.

As the tax collector who controls the money bag of Red Leaf City, Gou De has seven or eight offices of all sizes in various districts, but this office in the industrial zone is the largest and most luxurious.

If you talk about the decoration price alone and don't talk about taste, even Morey's castle is far inferior.

Looking at the [Molten Crystal] that was carved into a huge crystal ball, Rao is a well-informed Morey who also had a tingling scalp after reading it.

I know that you hot sand goblins love explosives, but it doesn't make sense to say that even this [Molten Crystal] that can blow up a small hill should be carved into an ornament and placed on your own table!

Don't panic?

Declining Gode's strong recommendation to him to put the crystal ball in his study, Morey finally made his intentions.

"Boss, do you want me to help you prepare a generous gift for your uncle?"

Gou De naturally knew that his boss's uncle was not small, he was now the king of the Snow Barbarian Department, commanding more than 100,000 Snow Barbarians who were both soldiers and civilians, and he was a big man worthy of the name of the king.

Once crowned king, wealth will converge sharply on it, even if it is the king of the snow barbarians who live on the ice peaks, it is everything.

Whether it was the honey of the fireflies in the swamps of the southern continent, the roasted lambs of the nomadic tribes in the west, or the fresh fish of the eastern coast, as long as he wanted those merchants who wanted to earn even a little more copper plate, they would send these things to him with great enthusiasm.

Now Morey actually asked him to prepare a generous gift for the king of the Snow Barbarian Tribe, which made him gray in hair.

Although Gourd thought the sound of gold coins clinking was the most beautiful sound in the world, he would consider it the greatest insult to him if he only filled the gift chest with these glittering creatures!

"What should I give?"

Throwing the problems that had been bothering him to Gode, Morey felt a lot more relaxed.

Now there is only one problem.

"How can I enter the sacred land of the Snow Barbarian Tribe?"

If the people of the Snow Barbarian Department knew that Morey not only wanted to visit their holy place now, but even wanted to take some things with him, then even if Morey was their king's own nephew, he would definitely not show mercy.