Chapter 387 Find the Lucky Cat at Yeats's house
The monastery.
In the courtyard shaded by camellias and grapevines, Chandler, the Grand Master of the Knights Templar, took out the money bag and solemnly handed it to the nun.
"Please use this money to raise local orphans."
The old man with Mediterranean hair, wearing a silver chainmail and a white robe embroidered with a cross badge, smiled kindly at the nun , said:
"There is no need to worry, just take it and dispose of it properly. This money comes from the will of the Lord. May the Lord bless you."
The nun had tears in her eyes and a look of gratitude on her face that was reddened by the sun all year round. Wiping his cheeks with fingers as thick as carrots, he choked and said:
“This place is almost unsupportable...I even doubted whether I did something wrong several times. What did I have to do to find the Lord’s punishment... Fortunately, you are here, Grand Master Chandler, you are the hope of hundreds of children here!”
“Save the weak, this is the temple! The duty of a knight." Chandler smiled and said in a broad voice, "If you want to thank, then thank God."
The nun burst into tears, clasped her hands and prayed quietly.
Seeing the nun putting the money bag in her arms, Chandler's eyes flashed with a trace of imperceptible regret, which was the same as before.
It's worth it.
Chandler thought... only when wealth is applied to education can greater wealth be created.
This may seem like a squandering, but it is actually a greater degree of frugality.
Under the sunlight, the face of the plate-armored knight glowed with lofty faith.
I greedily hope that my next generation can inherit my ideas and spread the virtue of frugality throughout the continent...
Outside the monastery, two knights guarded the door and whispered.
“It’s really strange that the grand master would not even use a torch on weekdays, but would support the local monastery.”
“Although he is stingy, he is generous with his wealth, otherwise Why did everyone choose him? Where is the Grand Commander?”
“The Moonlight Sect has been stationed in the city these days. The Grand Commander is a long-established Six-ring Knight. I don’t know if he is with the newly promoted Moonlight Divine Chosen, the Honeysuckle. Flower Duke, which one is more powerful?”
"It's really hard to say. After all, even Phoenix is no match for Duke Yeats. After all, the Grand Master has not been on the front line for a long time..."
哐——
The door of the monastery opened.
The two knights immediately fell silent, looked respectfully at Chandler who walked out slowly, and said respectfully:
"Grand Commander!"
Chandler nodded slightly and said, "You guys go back first. I have to visit a friend later. It's a private matter."
"Yes!"
Soon, Chandler Le turned back again and returned to the confessional in the monastery. Through a wooden door, a woman's voice came from behind the wooden door.
“I have given the ring to the elf prince Perun as you requested.”
“Very good.” Chandler said, “He got the ring. Is there anything unusual about me?”
"When he held the ring, there was no reaction."
"This may be because he got the ring for too short a time, and the divinity contained in the ring has not had time to affect his mind..." Chandler Le paused for a moment, and for the sake of caution, asked again, "Are you sure that the ring was taken away by Perun and that there were no accidents on the way?"
"Yeats visited the castle on the way. , took Perun away."
"Yeats?" A strange feeling passed through Chandler's heart, "The Duke of Honeysuckle, the Yeats Brondi chosen by Art and Moonlight?"< br>
It’s no wonder that Chandler’s tone changed when he heard Yeats’s name. In fact, Yeats’s name was too loud. He could be said to be the number one heretic. The whole Vatican was full of complex feelings about this figure. emotions.
On the one hand, due to the disparity in beliefs, Yeats was a complete heretic. In order to promote the further spread of beliefs, according to the principle of holy war, he must be eliminated.
On the other hand, Yeats's deeds are widely known and have been recognized by a considerable number of believers in the Holy See. It is not an exaggeration to call him a "saint" under the belief of the gods.
Chandler knew that Yeats was very powerful and even Famula had been defeated by him many times. But now that Yeats had intervened, Chandler couldn't help but worry about the "God of Greed" Mammon. The assigned tasks will have extraneous consequences.
“It’s him.” The woman’s voice was exactly the same as that of the sea witch Amphiya, “He and Perun are old friends, and the purpose of this trip to the Rock Strait is to find Perun.”
Chandler frowned. Although he truly believed in mammon and was still hiding in the dark, he couldn't help but feel troubled when facing Yeats who was in the light, and whispered:
"Did Yeats doubt your identity?"
"Probably not."
"Probably?"
"I'm not sure...The bard put Ye Zhi’s wisdom was almost demonic, maybe he had already seen the clues but didn’t show it... At least, when I met him, he still seemed to believe what I said.”
The sea witch said solemnly:
"However, according to the cautious character of the Honeysuckle Duke... I even suspect that Yeats may have asked Perron to hand over the ring to him for safekeeping..."
The confessional fell into silence, and after a while, Chandler's voice sounded. The sound of getting up.
"Don't compete with Yeats head-on."
Chandler whispered: "Rather, it is a good thing that the ring fell into his hands..." Mammon's The purpose was to confuse believers and spread faith. The reason why Perun was chosen was because of his status as an elf prince.
But now, a man with a more prominent identity and status was chosen by many gods to get the ring of mammon.
If Mammon can use the ring to seduce Yeats's mind, it will definitely be an unexpected surprise!
The sea witch's voice became tense: "I have completed what you asked me to do, so how did you do what you promised me?"
Chandler said calmly: " Rest assured, the monastery here will continue and there will be more The child was saved because of your kindness.”
According to Chandler’s understanding, Anfiya is not a direct descendant of the Sea Witch, but the daughter of a villager in a local fishing village who had magical talents when she was a child. She was spotted by the witch in the castle on the mountain, who took her back to the castle and trained her carefully.
Anfiya loved her hometown deeply and did not want her hometown to be destroyed by the Kraken, nor did she want the local children to be displaced, so she decided to cooperate with the Knights Templar.
——At least in the eyes of the outside world, Chandler is definitely a devout believer and a trustworthy partner.
On the other hand, Anfya told Perun about the curse on Scylla, which was both true and false. Scylla is indeed cursed, and only true love can save her soul.
But the ritual props required the use of a ring, but Anfiya fabricated it in order to legitimately hand over the [Ring of Mammon] to Perun.
"You go back first." Chandler said calmly, "Tide in two days, I assure you that the threat of the Maelstrom Monster and Scylla will be completely resolved and will no longer threaten your hometown. You will be able to live peacefully in this castle in the future..."
"You...swore you wouldn't break your promise?" Anfiya's voice trembled slightly.
“I swear.”
A trace of greed flashed across Chandler’s eyes, and he secretly thought that by getting rid of the epic monster, this town would become more prosperous.
At that time, the Knights Templar can legitimately take over the town and demand more taxes from the local area...
In a corner that no one is aware of, a A black cat with jet black body, hair like night, and golden eyes, with gold jewelry hanging on its body, stared at Chandler quietly.
Immediately, the black cat disappeared silently into the shadows. Even though it was covered in gold, it made no movement as it walked.
The torch lengthened the shadow of the black cat, and the shadow revealed a hill. There was a figure sitting on a throne on the top of the hill. The hill seemed to be made of gold, and it seemed to be made of bones. .
——Money, or wealth, is not only the power of mammon, but also the culprit of war and turmoil!
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Night falls.
The waves crash against the towering cliffs, and the sound of tides carries the sea breeze into the dreams of the townspeople.
The noble hall is brightly lit.
In the study, Yeats played with the gold ring in his hand, trying to inject a little magic into it, but found that there was no movement.
"Is it true that I guessed wrong..."
Yeats pondered as he stood up and took down a book from the bookcase, preparing to spend the long night reading. .
Tonight is the night of the full moon, and it is also when the moonlight triggers the tides. The female siren Scylla is likely to appear tonight, so Yeats does not intend to fall asleep. When he is ready to hear the siren's song, he and Perron Head to the coast.
The cover of the book is covered with dust and looks a bit old. Yeats can still master low-level spells such as "dust removal". With a tap of his fingertips, he clears away the dust and immediately opens the page. .
There seemed to be a piece of paper sandwiched between the pages of the book. Yeats turned to the middle page at the first glance, and his eyes widened suddenly.
This is not a bookmark, it is a check!
On the Atrium Continent, the Medici family of Feilengcui has developed the early banking industry and opened a multinational business. At this time, the check anti-counterfeiting technology was not perfect, and the review procedures were relatively loose. The bad check in Yeats's hand had a complete seal, and he could completely withdraw all the remaining gold coins with this check!
Could it be that the previous nobleman who stayed at the mansion accidentally fell behind?
Yeats picked up the check and looked at it carefully by the candlelight, and couldn't help but have the idea of bequeathing the money.
Why should I return it if I lost it on my own merit? (Error)
The next moment, Yeats was keenly aware of something strange. His master-level state of mind would actually waver in front of this unexpected windfall. This was definitely the influence of foreign objects!
Soon, Yeats took out the gold ring from his pocket and was surprised to find that the ring was actually hot.
There seemed to be a voice coming from the ring, echoing directly in Yeats's mind!
"Treasure...my treasure..."
Buzz——
Yeats saw a silver light shining from the mistletoe rooted on the tree of life. Out, it seemed that the body of the sound was directly chopped into pieces, and there was no more noise echoing in the ears.
In the silence, the mistletoe proudly flashed silver light and released waves.
What kind of scrap metal deserves to be called a treasure?
Yeats was slightly startled.
No need for the panel to take action, mistletoe solved it easily!
Squeak——
The closed study door opened inexplicably.
An elegant and beautiful black cat with glossy black fur was squatting at the door of the room. Its golden eyes were wide open, the pupils were erect, and the cat ears were standing up, showing human shock.
Yeats subconsciously said: "Where did the wild cat come from..."
The next moment, Yeats became more and more shocked, only to hear the black cat speak:
"Do you understand? Do you understand? This is called Lucky Cat!”
(End of this chapter)