Zhang Ang has never been a person who likes to borrow money from others, or lend money to others. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He has always believed that the relationship between two people will become fragile once it comes to money disputes.

But this time he still had to borrow money from Count Marceau. This is completely forced by the situation, and I am forced to have no choice.

Practicing martial arts is never achieved overnight, not to mention a person with low martial arts talent like himself, even a genius like Arnold, who is born with divine power, if he wants to practice an internal skill that is completely suitable for him to the consummation of the dantian and enter the realm of a great samurai, it will take at least a year.

For the people of the Europa continent, raising the level of martial arts is simply investing time, and some people are faster and some people are slower.

But for Zhang Ang, it is not, because he has the Xuanwu Palace.

The exchange of the Xuanwu Hall requires a lot of martial arts cheats, and the martial arts cheats need money, a lot of money.

The recent franchise business of the Golden Bull Bun Shop has been much more stable, and it has not been as popular as it was at the beginning, and it has only accumulated more than 50,000 gold francs.

If you want to buy more martial arts cheats, you naturally have to find a way to get more money.

After thinking about it, Zhang Angsi felt that the only person who had the ability and possibility to lend money to himself was Count Marceau.

Although Zhang Ang had already prepared in his heart, he was still stunned by the box of golden tickets handed over by Count Marceau.

Without even asking what it was for, he directly gave himself a golden ticket of 200,000 gold francs!

Zhang Ang couldn't help but ask: "Lord Earl, you have always taken good care of me, supported me in opening a shop, and pointed out the real culprit to me, and now you lend me so much money without asking why." In my opinion, it is not only for the friendship between the two of us, but also for the face of the franchise fee of the bun shop. ”

"Of course, it's not just because your dad once carried me out of the pile of dead bodies, and it's not because of the small amount of money from the franchise fee, it's just because of a promise I made to your father at the time. ”

"What promise?"

"I promised to marry Sophie to you, and this is clearly written in the marriage letter. So the two of us are actually in-laws. ”

"Sophie?"

"Of course my daughter, the eldest lady of the Earl's Court. ”

Zhang Ang, who is familiar with all kinds of fantasy novel routines, immediately blessed his heart: "The Earl gave me this money because he wanted me to give up this marriage letter and withdraw the marriage?"

Count Marceau felt very strange: "Why do you think so, of course I support this marriage, after a while, Sophie will come back from the Rose Sword Academy, and you will get along well when the time comes." ”

After a pause, the earl continued: "Actually, if you are still sick and dead like the original, I naturally won't tell you about the marriage contract, but as far as my recent observation goes, your kid is still quite smart and more motivated in martial arts, so I still give you this opportunity, you can take advantage of it." ”

Zhang Ang felt very helpless, he already had a place in his heart, but the other party was on the earth.

And he is a very traditional man in his bones, he likes everyone's beautiful and quiet girls, and he is not interested in those big Yanmars who fight and kill.

Looking at the Count of Marceau's look of wishing his daughter to get married, this Miss Sophie's appearance must be flattering.

Otherwise, there are so many nobles in and out of the city, there are several viscounts, and there are also earls in other cities, so why bother looking for this weak and troublesome little baron.

With a stomach full of confusion and worries about the future, Zhang Ang left the Earl's Court and headed towards the cathedral.

Zhang Ang is not a stunned young man with a hot blood, he now clearly knows the danger of the cathedral to himself: he bumped into Bishop Martin on a corner, and he smashed the Tianling cover with one palm, and the account was settled. Although the probability of such a situation is not high, it is unlikely that the Bishop will deign to kill him himself.

But there were no high-quality martial arts cheats available elsewhere in the city, so he risked his life to enter the cathedral.

It's still the room full of books, or the old man who talks slowly.

The church was also sold to Zhang Ang as if nothing had happened, just like last time.

Zhang Ang spent 250,000 gold francs, almost all the martial arts cheats that the cathedral could sell, except for a few particularly expensive internal strength cheats.

According to the old deacon, each church has a different collection of martial arts cheats, and if you want to buy others, you have to go to the cathedral of another city, or the cathedral of the national capital, Paris: there is the most complete collection of martial arts cheats, and the most types can be sold.

Zhang Ang also asked to look at the exercise exchange catalogue inside the church: most of them are the exercises of the Duji Martial God Sect itself, and only the disciples who have made meritorious contributions to the Duji Martial God Sect can redeem them.

Sure enough, I found the internal skill of "Nanga Lizan" inside.

And the requirements for being able to exchange this internal skill are also very demanding: either the disciples trained by the church since childhood can be exchanged for a large number of church contributions. Either a nobleman who converted to the Governor's Martial God Cult and offered his family's inheritance cheats in exchange for church contributions.

In short, those who can practice are all the church's own people, which also shows that Count Marceau did not deceive himself.

After waiting for an afternoon, Zhang Ang left the cathedral with a thick stack of books, and fortunately did not run into Bishop Martin.

Zhang Ang left on his front foot, and a black-clad priest went to tell Bishop Martin.

"Leon of the Leonardo family has come to the church again, and this time he bought 250,000 gold francs for martial arts secrets. Here's the directory ......"

Bishop Martin, however, was in vespers and ignored him.

It was not easy for Bishop Martin to finish his evening prayers before he came over and took the catalog.

The black-clad priest hurriedly continued, "You say, is this stupid thing trying to get us to let him go by sending us money?"

Bishop Martin looked at the catalog in his hand and did not speak.

"Although I don't know how he got so much money, I think my brother's revenge still needs to be avenged. The black-clad priest gave his opinion again.

"That's enough, that's it, for the sake of so much money, let him go. If we kill him, we won't get anything, keep him, and send us some money often. You too, don't spend so much energy on these messy things, improving your martial arts is the right way!"

Bishop Martin took off his white robe and continued, "Come, let me see if you've grown lately. ”

Not to mention that Bishop Martin's father and son were fighting in the prayer room, Zhang Ang did not know that the dark clouds above his head had dissipated most of them.

He was in the study at home, looking through the dozen or so martial arts cheats he had just bought.

Now Zhang Ang no longer lives in the original bun shop, after all, there are so many people in the family now, so he redeemed the original house of his family.

After finally reading so many cheats, Zhang Ang fell asleep with excitement.