"Ants are still ants after all. He chewed on the words, and he felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation fill his body.

"Is that what you're going to tell me?, I'm the ant?", Donovan trembled with rage, not even noticing that the Patriarch of Lisbon had gone away.

"What are you doing, Donovan. The voice of the Patriarch of Lisbon was heard in the distance, and Donovan was stunned and hurriedly followed.

Along the way, he kept thinking in his heart, "What is the purpose of the old guy telling me so much?"

As the cold wind blew and the boiling blood cooled down, Donovan gradually calmed down the anger that filled his heart and calmed down.

"No, the old guy is so deep in the city, how can he humiliate me for no reason?", he slowly figured out that something was wrong.

"How does an ordinary maid in an orphanage know about such a remote desert in the north?

"What did he bother to tell me this story for?"

Just as they were thinking, before they knew it, they were back at the office of the Holy Radiance Cathedral, where someone had been waiting for a long time.

"Your Excellency, you're having trouble buying supplies from the nobles. ", the man reported to the Patriarch of Lisbon.

"Those aristocrats are really not willing, they are waiting to die, and they always have to make something happen. The Patriarch of Lisbon was not surprised, he sat down behind a desk, while Donovan took the time to sort through the various materials and daily necessities of the Patriarch.

The sudden conversation on the street just now dissipated with the strong wind that blew through the streets, and the two of them returned to their state of master and servant. The Patriarch of Lisbon remained unfazed, while Donovan remained humble with that smile.

It's like a puppet on the stage, interpreting his role one by one, and there will never be a little deviation.

"Tell me, which one is starting to do something?", asked the Patriarch of Lisbon.

"Everything went wrong, and we made at least six requests to the great nobles to buy them, but they all refused. ", the man replied.

"Oh, this is very rare, I thought that killing chickens to show the monkeys, and beating them up, with the characteristics of these nobles who see the wind and use the rudder, a few families should come to us with their eyes. ”

"When did these nobles become so dignified?", the Patriarch of Lisbon was a little surprised.

He thought for a moment and said, "Maybe these guys are secretly planning some kind of conspiracy, so let's do it, you can contact all the nobles of the entire Shenghui City, regardless of size." I'm going to see what they're trying to do. ”

Donovan took a report from outside the house and said on the side: "My lord, after the third prince asked to see Emperor Grievous, there has been no movement in the palace for a long time, it seems that His Majesty is not ready to intervene, should we act according to the original plan?"

"As planned!", said the Patriarch of Lisbon decisively, "and in a moment you will take my seal to the Inquisition, and give it to the Chief Magistrate." The Patriarch of Lisbon handed Donovan an envelope with fire paint.

"Yes. Donovan took the envelope and stuffed it into his arms. Donovan was thrilled at the thought that the letter in his arms would bring down so many nobles who were usually high and arrogant.

He fantasized about the nobles being driven out of their luxurious and luxurious residences, wearing only thin single clothes, shivering in the cold wind, and his heart was refreshed.

Just like the executioner, although he is just a knife and a tool of the powerful, as an executioner, he still has the pleasure of controlling the fate of others.

However, he was not yet carried away by this pleasure, and then suggested to the Patriarch of Lisbon: "My lord, if you carry out the next plan, then your arrangement just now will be in vain. These nobles must have hated us to the core, how could they agree to our purchase intentions. ”

"You think so because you haven't dealt with these nobles, who have three biggest characteristics, one is selfish, one is steering, and the other is timid. The harder we beat them, the more these nobles will fall to us. ”

"They are selfish, so they don't care about the lives of other nobles, they only care about themselves. And because he is timid and afraid of things, for fear that his existing glory and wealth will be destroyed, he will see the wind and rudder, and he has no integrity. ”

"Look at it, after this crackdown, there must be many small nobles who come to the Holy Domain to repent in fear, their small business is small, but they can't withstand such a big storm. ”

"As for those big nobles, if the whole family is really unwilling to respond to us, it means that these guys have joined forces and are secretly plotting something. ”

"These big nobles really don't cry when they don't see the coffin, and when they really see the coffin, it's too late to cry. The Patriarch of Lisbon shook his head and said sarcastically. Donovan's heart was cold, and he even had a little sympathy for those big nobles, "You little abacus, careful thinking, he has already seen through it, how can you fight with him." Donovan thought to himself.

At the same time, in the depths of my heart, the awe and fear of the Patriarch of Lisbon became more and more deep.

"There must have been something deep in what he said to me in the morning. He has always had such thoughts in his heart, so that he is a little unrelenting.

"What the hell is wrong with you, I asked you twice, and you didn't answer. In the tight confessional room, a deep male voice brought Donovan back to his senses.

Then he remembered that he had just finished delivering the letter to the Inquisition, and that he was in a secret church to report regularly on the words and deeds of the Patriarch of Lisbon.

"Ahem, it's nothing, it's just that I've been a little sick and confused for the past two days. Donovan replied with a light cough.

Then he repeated the words of the Patriarch of Lisbon for the past two days, in great detail. It's just that when it comes to the ant story told in Lisbon, Donovan is like a ghost, and he makes up a fake to hide it.

He instinctively felt that no third person should know what the Patriarch of Lisbon had said to him.

When he finished speaking, Donovan couldn't help but say; When are you going to do it, Lisbon is a very cunning man, and I'm afraid he'll see some flaws. It's just that after he finished saying this for a long time, there was no sound from the next door.

Donovan then reacted, the person he was talking to had gotten the information he wanted, and had already left, without even realizing it.

Donovan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, doubting his choice for the first time.

"Is this choice right or wrong?", he thought confusedly.