Night.

Shenbang, inside the manor house of the Jager family.

Ryan looked at the mountain of papers in front of him and felt his head grow for a while.

"It can't go on like this!"

Borrow money?

He never expected that Ludon would make such a despicable move!

Ryan didn't have enough Miso on hand, and there were still a lot of good fortune contracts circulating in the market, and the price was getting higher and higher.

If you want to win this short war, you must hold as many good fortune contracts as possible, wait until the delivery date, and run on Luden.

Only in this way can the greedy Ludon be killed, and Ryan can take the opportunity to demand enough compensation from the other party to win the final victory!

Once Ludon is relieved, he really raises all the food and fulfills all the good fortune contracts, then it will be a big trouble!

Now all the losses on the books of the Holy Descent family will become a reality!

In terms of liquidity alone, they will lose at least hundreds of thousands of meters!

This has not yet been calculated, because of the impact of rising and falling food prices!

After they lent Ludon grain, the price of grain quickly rose to 4 meters, 5 meters a bag, and Lutten took the opportunity to make a move, and now the price of grain is less than 2 meters a bag...

Each of the Saint Descendants families lent more than 120,000 bags of food to Luden!

After all, just this blessing, the loss of each family is 300,000 meters!

This blessing is really unacceptable to ordinary people!

Hundreds of thousands of meters, the Saint Family has lost money.

This breath, Ryan can't swallow!

The Saint Family can lose, but they can't be mocked like this!

It is even more impossible to allow the guy who mocks himself to continue jumping up and down on the divine state.

At this moment, there was the sound of dull footsteps in the hallway, accompanied by the sound of walking sticks hitting the ground.

Ryan perked up, sat up straight, and pricked up his ears, as if facing a great enemy.

Judging by the strength and frequency of the sound, the mood of the comer... Not good.

Without any notice, a strong man with blond hair unceremoniously pushed the door open and sat down on the sofa in the middle of the room.

He threw his cane at his feet, picked up a bottle of wine, pulled it out, and took a big sip on his head.

The blond man let out a pleasant moan, then slammed the bottle in his hand to the ground.

Bang –

The bottles smashed to the ground, shattered into countless pieces by brute force, and the precious wine spilled all over the floor, soaking the more expensive sheepskin carpet.

And Ryan, who had already stood by the sofa, stood obediently like a student who had made a mistake.

The blond man roared like a lion,

"Ryan, my dear nephew, what good have you done?"

His voice was not loud, but the intimidating power made people's souls tremble.

Standing in front of Pong, Ryan felt like an ant facing the scorching sun!

Ryan's lips quirmed, and he wanted to say something, but he felt too weak to justify.

The man in front of him is the legend of the Jager family, Ponger Jager.

Ponge was born a legend.

When he was born, he was stronger than his peers, and when he walked into the wrestling ring at the age of three, he was able to chase a four- or five-year-old child, and no other man of his age could last ten rounds under Ponger.

When Ponge was older, he was sent by the Jager family to study under the name of a university scholar.

No university scholar can last seven days.

This kid is like a demon king of the mixed world, full of endless energy, too capable of tossing.

Ponge, who has been returned nine times, enjoys the treatment of being grounded and is trapped in the manor by his family.

For this brave little monster, the Yager family is planning for the worst, and if it can't be done, they will simply send it to the Senate.

Who would have thought that Pang Ge would climb over the courtyard wall by himself and run into the justice's house by mistake!

No one knows what happened that day.

From that day on, Ponger became a disciple of Justice Provod, and the only disciple he was from the Holy Family!

After three years of studying under Justice Prood, Ponga left the Divine State and became a member of the Divine Legion.

It only took him two years to become the backbone of his legion, put down many rebellions, and won the support of countless soldiers.

After a few years of qualifications, Pang Ge officially became the captain of the Sword Legion, the nominal master of the Sword Legion.

Now in the prime of life, Pang Ge is in control of two legions, and he is the real power in the Divine State.

To put it bluntly, half of the glory of the Yager family was won back by Pong.

Not to mention, the teacher-student friendship between Ponger and Justice Prod is an inextricable connection between the Saint family and the Justice.

Ryan is a proud lion cub, but in front of Pong, he is as immature as a puppy.

Without waiting for Ryan to admit his mistake, Ponge waved his hand and said impatiently,

"Alright, those old guys put you in this position, just to make you ugly."

Ryan still couldn't refute, so he could only keep his head down and let the other party teach him a lesson.

Ponger lit a cigar and exhaled the smoke, looking at Ryan through the smoke with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

I only heard Pang Ge say coldly,

"As soon as I entered the city, I heard that the Isha family's granary was on fire."

Ryan hurriedly argued,

"I didn't send someone to burn it!"

He can't carry this pot.

In Ryan's view, the game between Luton and the Saint Family is a game within the scope of the Holy Code.

If beyond the scope of the Holy Law...

And don't forget, there's also the Inquisition!

Sending a handle to the Inquisition is such a stupid thing that Ryan wouldn't do.

"Huh."

Ponger let out a disdainful laugh and spat out another puff of smoke,

"I'd rather the granary was burned by you....

Even if the Inquisition takes you away, how much of a sin can you burn some food? Send you to the Senate? ”

The Inquisition of Inquisition, although it has a presiding judge, is still nominally under the jurisdiction of Justice Prude.

As a proud disciple of Justice Pruod, Ponger went to the Inquisition as if he were going home, and he thought that the people inside spoke very nicely.

While the other Saint Families feared the Inquisition, Ponge was not.

He once had a famous saying, which was widely circulated among the family of the Holy Descendants:

"I am a saint, and what is my fear?"

It's just that there are very few people with the courage of Ponge, and even fewer people with his confidence.

Not everyone has a mentor named Justice Prood.

The full version of Punge's statement should be:

What fear do I fear from my own son, the Inquisition?

Ponger continued to ask,

"How much grain did they burn?"

Ryan didn't dare to slack off, and quickly replied,

"His subordinates said that there were at least 120,000 bags, and Al said that only 50,000 bags were burned."

Obviously, Al's desire to cover up is too much to hide from Ryan.

Extinguishing the cigar on the arm of the sofa, Ponger leaned forward, like a lion about to prey, and issued a warning,

"There's nothing esoteric about the tricks you're playing, as long as it's not the guys in the Senate, you can figure it out at a glance.

Now that you're in the game, you'll have to look at your opponent's cards and figure out how much food Lutdon has.

For the dignity of the bullshit saint family, to bet on the game that will be lost, this is not a lion, it is a wild dog who is in a hurry to lose! ”

Ryan nodded, "I understand!" ”

Grain, grain, and food!

He must ensure that Ludon does not have enough grain to deliver!

"If this goes wrong..."

Ponger stood up, patted Ryan on the shoulder, and said in a congratulatory tone,

"Pack up and go to the Senate."