It's a pleasure to deal with smart people, but if you treat the other person as a partner, and the other person only sees you as a wrongdoer who can be killed, then the conversation is bound to end unhappily. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

John's brows furrowed, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he asked in a low voice,

"Mr. Priest, you're kidding!"

"No, no, I'm not kidding."

Father Duolun put down the coffee in his hand and said slowly,

"That's what I'm asking for, and that's the only request."

John raised his eyebrows, then slowly fell, pushed away the chair, and looked at him indifferently,

"Thank you for the coffee!"

After speaking, he bowed slightly, and walked out without looking back, it is important to live, but it is not worth it to sell his life to the other party in order to live.

Instead of being slaughtered to the point of being left with nothing, it is better to be a vampire directly.

The flame of the candle flickered slightly, reflecting the fading figure, and the shadow gradually lengthened, connecting the door, and finally disappeared into the sudden daylight.

"Isn't Master John going to think about it anymore?"

Just as the slender right hand was about to touch the door latch, a gentle voice came from behind him,

Suddenly!

John stopped, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, with an inexplicable smile on his face, and said,

"Your Excellency's request is too much, I am here to talk about cooperation, not to sell myself into slavery."

Father Doron shook his head lightly and said unceremoniously,

"Cooperation requires a foundation, the eldest young master can't even protect his own life now, and he still wants to ask for fair cooperation.

Hehe! Don't you think that's a bit ridiculous? ”

"I think the priest misunderstood the current situation," John turned around and sat down on the nearest bench, with his legs on his thighs, and said with a blank face, "Cooperation does require a foundation, but this is my home, I can cooperate if I want to, I don't want to cooperate, I can let you get out at any time!" ”

Hearing this, Father Duolun's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he said in a cold voice,

"Are you threatening me?"

"Threat?"

John spread his hands, his expression was very innocent, but his eyes were extremely cold, he pursed his lips and said with great sarcasm,

"It's so funny, you're standing on my head and pooping and peeing, and you call me a threat."

"A cathedral with a radius of 5 acres,

Hehe! What a big building!

Let's calculate, the preliminary estimate, 500,000 US dollars, can build a silhouette, in addition to manpower, material resources, later decoration, as well as the loss of various materials in the middle, do not think about starting without a reserve of 800,000 US dollars. ”

"$800,000!"

John stood up patting his thigh, walked up to the priest and roared,

"Do you know what $800,000 means?

The military expenditure of the entire army in the entire state of Mississippi is only 900,000 a year!

The annual income of an ordinary family is less than two hundred!

And you, as soon as you open your mouth, ask me for 800,000, Mr. Priest, you have robbed it in front of you, and you dare to say that I threaten!

Are you kidding? ”

A roar full of anger echoed in the church, and Father Doron frowned, turned sideways to avoid the spit flying in the air, and said coldly,

"It seems that the eldest young master is not ready to talk about it anymore."

"Nope! You're wrong. ”

John shook his head and sat back in his chair, his hands on his chest, his eyes deep and sharp,

"It's not that I won't talk about it, it's that you didn't plan to negotiate well from the beginning to the end! You think that if you have caught me in the hole, you can take me and wipe out this manor, but you are not aware of the embarrassing situation you are in. ”

After a pause, John continued,

"A legendary Templar, a priest who has completed his training from the Cathedral of St. Louis, has run to a small and sparsely populated place, I don't care what secrets you have, but no matter what you do, it will be difficult to move forward in this land without the permission of the Condon family!"

"Mr. Priest, can you agree with me?"

Father Duolun was silent, and after half a sound, he nodded lightly and said,

"Yes, I do need permission from the plantation owner, but that person is not you, and don't forget, Mr. Condon doesn't have more than one son, and it's not just John Condon who can work with me!"

"Blake, are you referring to him?"

"Yes!" The priest nodded, and said unceremoniously, "In any way, he is the one who is most likely to inherit this manor, and he is the only one who is qualified to negotiate with me." ”

Noble is the epitaph of the noble, and humbleness is the passport of the lowly.

Father Doron finally said his truest thoughts, but somehow, at this moment, John suddenly felt the urge to laugh, he quickly covered his mouth, and Siri snorted and whimpered, as if he had heard something extremely ridiculous.

Seeing him like this, the priest couldn't help frowning, and his face was a little gloomy,

"Does the eldest young master think these words are funny?"

"Yes, ridiculous!"

John nodded, and said to himself,

"To tell you the truth, I have always thought that you were a learned and unusually intelligent wise man, and sometimes even hoped that you would be as omniscient as you would be in a few decades, but after hearing that sentence just now, it was all gone, like a blister on the skyrocket, when it encountered wind and thunder, it was all gone, clean, and nothing was left."

An inexplicable self-talk made people completely confused, and Father Duolun did not say a word, suppressed the impatience in his heart, and quietly watched him perform (pretending to be forced).

"Do you know, Mr. Father? The werewolf who went on yesterday did not appear by chance, he came to my door and said to me, "John... Condon, I'm looking for John... Condon ......"

John performed vividly, recounting the events of that night in the most exact, and the more he came to the end, the more relaxed his expression became, while the priest's face became more and more ugly, his eyes flickered, and his fingers tapped on the table.

As a retired knight who had been through countless battles, Father Doron knew more about werewolves than John, knew what that night's experience meant, and more importantly, he had in his arms the four wolf tails that Mars had found in the northern forest.

Events are going in a terrible direction, but John is unaware of this, and he is still immersed in his performance, constantly using various languages to lead the other person into a trap that has been designed long ago.

"Who in this land can ask the werewolves to come forward to kill me, and what is the status of the person who can make the werewolves put down their dignity and be a killer in the werewolf clan?"

"Your Excellency Doron, are you sure you want to work with someone like this?"