Mars's murderous gaze before he left made John's excitement fade a lot, and he stood there quietly, looking at the silver-armored knight who was gradually moving away, and did not withdraw his gaze until his figure disappeared completely.

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I just don't know if this generation value is worth it.

John shook his head, turned around and glanced at the stunned group of melon-eating people behind him, and said without being salty or light,

"Does anyone still want proof?"

It was embarrassing to be embarrassed to say a word, and it was a shame that he would come to the door to blackmail the Templars.

"Don't get out yet, what are you doing here, a bunch of brainless fools, who will make the knight angry for a while, can you afford it?"

John scolded loudly, waving his hand, his face full of impatience, and drove the crowd away like a fly.

"Let's go, let's go, don't embarrass me here!"

Everyone laughed bitterly, not knowing what to say, and after confessing their guilt, they left in groups.

There was silence when it came, and there was silence when it went, but as you can imagine from the faint eyebrows, as the fire of gossip burned, it would become the talk of the story for a long time to come, and the protagonist of the story, John Conton, and the Templar hidden in the village church would gain great prestige as the story spread.

Soon, everyone present left, including Renault, who returned to the manor with the large army at John's behest.

But there was one man left, Andrew, the old man who had served the Conton family for decades, still standing there with a gloomy face, exuding a cold aura that no one could enter.

"Is there anything else going on with Mr. Butler?" John sarcastically said,

Andrew gave him a cold look, did not speak, and stared directly at the small country church with a pair of dark blue eyes, at this moment, there was no John Conton in his field of vision.

"If it's okay, get out of here, what are you doing standing here, take care of the house!"

John scolded and turned and walked into the church.

Creak!

The two-meter-high gate slowly closed, and the closed door separated the two worlds, and also cut off the dark blue killing machine.

……

A piece of light, a piece of light!

Upon entering the main hall, John suddenly noticed that the somewhat dilapidated country school house had suddenly become a little different.

On the wide altar, more than a thousand large candles are burned. The candles are divided into eight rows, and between each row, they are spaced with flowers, and the fragrance of the flowers and the scorching heat of the fire are mixed together, and there is an inexplicable Zen in the air.

An old man stood on the altar, holding a tablecloth and wiping it carefully,

The tablecloth is wiped over the window sill, and the window is bright and clean;

The tablecloth has been wiped over the benches, and the old chairs are as good as new;

The tablecloth smeared the candlesticks, and they were splendid.

Each wipe was a fresh beginning, and gradually, John seemed to understand something, and he didn't seem to understand anything, and he stood there, silently waiting.

Time passed slowly, until when the clock struck noon, the priest finally finished his cleaning, stretched long, took out a clean table from the corner, and took out two more chairs, which were placed opposite each other, and he chose to sit on the east chair, and looked at John with a smile.

Negotiations began.

John stepped forward, sat down on the chair on the west side, glanced at the empty table, and smiled,

"Won't you ask me for something?"

"What do you want to drink?"

"Coffee, like last time, I like black coffee, remember not to add sugar."

Father Doren nodded, turned his head and ordered,

"Mars, go make two cups of coffee, remember one without sugar."

"Okay!"

In the corner, the Templar, who had changed into civilian clothes, stepped out of the shadows, bowed slightly, and disappeared again.

A legendary Templar was summoned like a servant, and John looked at him deeply, realizing that his previous inference was completely wrong, and perhaps this old man was the real hidden.

Ten minutes later, two steaming cups of coffee appeared on the clean table.

John picked up the coffee in front of him, put it to his lips and took a sip, and said with a smug face,

"I didn't expect that one day I would be able to taste the black coffee brewed by the legendary knight, what a blessing for three lives!"

Hearing this, Mars's face changed, and there was shame in his eyes, but he looked at the teacher who didn't say a word, gritted his teeth, turned around and walked out, stepping on the plank, boom! Boom! Boom! It's like demolishing a house.

John turned his head to glance at him and whispered,

"I can't help but wonder where you came from, when a Templar was so called by you that he didn't even dare to speak?"

"If it's convenient, can you tell me your true identity?"

The priest shook his head and said with a smile, "The attendant who serves the Holy Father is my only identity, and as for Mars, he was raised by me, so he naturally has some respect for me. ”

Oh! Is it?

John nodded clearly, didn't ask any more, took a sip of coffee, savored it carefully, and after ten seconds, he suddenly burst out laughing,

"The feeling of first bitter and then sweet is really memorable!" After speaking, he looked at each other with a smile and asked,

"Mr. Priest, do you still hate coffee?"

"What do you say?"

Father Doron asked rhetorically, looking directly into John's gaze, as if trying to see him through.

Candle flames swaying, flowers flying, in this romantic atmosphere, an old and a young, gazing affectionately, like a couple full of affection.

This scene fell in the eyes of Mars in the corner, and he was trembling all over, and the pimples on his skin came out one after another, and later, he couldn't stand this strange atmosphere, and coughed hard, shaking the two people who were in a state of flux back to reality.

The priest looked slightly stiff, picked up the cup of coffee on the table that had cooled to hide the embarrassment on his face, and said as he drank,

"John Condon, say what you want!"

"Alive!" John clasped his hands around his chest and said in silence,

The priest put down the coffee, and after half a ring, nodded slightly,

"Yes!"

"And what are your requirements?" John leaned out and asked,

"A church!"

"What a church!"

"Bishop's Cathedral!"

"How big!"

"5 acres."

Hiss!

John gasped and exclaimed,

"Are you crazy? The sky-high asking price is not what you want. ”

The 5-acre Episcopal Cathedral is a huge building with an area of 20,000 square meters, which is such a huge thing, considering that the largest cathedral in the world, St. Peter's Cathedral, has a total area of only 26,000 square meters.

He actually wanted to build such a thing on this land, not to mention whether the place was suitable or not, and the financial and material resources alone were not something that John could afford, and it was still possible to sell the entire Conton Manor.

This old man won't be poor and crazy!

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