On the Seven Towers

"Borlando, I heard that you are doing well with Miliana. Among those old friends, you are the one with the highest position now, right?" Gano ignored his words.

"This is not a matter of status at all. The saints who came out of the divine city are wary of us. You don't know the trouble I'm in now. Many eyes are staring at me. As long as I make any mistakes and someone sees something, I will Dead.

So, if you want any spell-casting materials, money, or anything else, I can give it to you. But for our own good, you should get out of here quickly. Borlando held out three fingers, "Three!" There are three saints near this city, and they may visit the area at any time. And Polidaro is in the city. He is a mage saint. Who knows how sharp he is! "

Gano said: "My friend, you look scared."

Borlando's face turned ugly: "Of course! Did you know? Fifteen people have died in the natural temple on the outskirts of the city now. They died in various ways. Those with guilty evidence were sentenced and executed. If there is no evidence of guilt, like Valerino, you will die inexplicably. If you are found, it will be both of us. Tell me, what do you want?"

Garno put his hands behind his back and walked to the window. The wooden windows were closed tightly, and only the rays of the setting sun shined through the windows.

"I want you to help me deal with those three guys from the Divine City." Gano said.

"Deal? What do you mean to deal with?" Borlando's voice was very soft, but his tone was exaggerated, as if he had seen something incredible.

"Kill them. If you want to be more precise." Garno said flatly.

Borlando jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and he growled: "I don't want to die yet. If you want to complete any revenge plan, please go alone and don't drag me along! I , I can’t afford to play this kind of game!”

Garno pressed his fingers lightly on the frame of the window, and the window creaked.

"You said if I open this window and yell outside: The God of Nature is a pig! What will be the consequences?"

"You won't do this. Unless you are crazy! Otherwise you will not run away from the beginning, let alone come here to find me!" Borlando said urgently, and he moved back involuntarily. At one step, it seemed that he was thinking of escaping.

Garno smiled mysteriously, flicked his fingers, and the window was opened. He shouted outside: "The God of Nature is a pig!"

Borlando ran out, but suddenly two vines emerged from under the floor and entangled his legs and hands. His body was lifted diagonally in the air, losing its support, like a marionette. Limbs waved uselessly in the air.

"After all these years, you are still so timid." Gano smiled and tapped out the window with his extended hand. There seemed to be a transparent cover in the air outside the window, and it actually made a banging sound when the knuckles of his fingers collided.

Seeing this, Borlando suddenly softened and stopped struggling in the air.

"Put me down. I won't run away."

Garno put away the vines and placed Borlando on the ground, who collapsed on the ground and gasped. Gano said: "I am not a person who wants to die impulsively, nor am I fighting alone. In this matter, you and I only need to do auxiliary work, and other saints will do the work."

"Other saints?" Borlando looked at him for a few seconds and said, "Did you seek refuge in the Tower of China?"

"Since the Temple of Nature is no longer worthy of my service, where else on this continent can be more powerful than the Tower of China?" Gano said.

"But..., there are so many saints in the divine city, and behind them there are gods who are about to awaken!"

"Borlando, this is just my choice, not yours. You are always a priest of the Temple of Nature. What you have to choose is how to make yourself safer." Gano closed the window, Go to the living room and pick up a very delicate-looking glass vase on the side cabinet.

"These days, haven't you seen what tricks those people in Shencheng are playing?

If the God of Nature really wakes up, let’s not talk about what the world will be like. Do you think these reborn saints will return to the divine city where they have been imprisoned for so many years? "

"What do you mean?"

"It's very simple. You can make your own judgment. If they just want to launch a war, kill some enemies for the God of Nature, and then return to the city of God, then they may not focus on collecting wealth in the world at all. Above. Because those are of no use to them, they just need someone to provide them with a luxurious life without having to worry about the future. However, if they start to collect and accumulate wealth, it means that they are not prepared. Go back and prepare to live in this era, right?”

"This... seems to be the truth." Borlando opened his eyes as if he remembered something: "Ms. Miliana... once talked about buying a property. The reason why I dedicated my villa is, Just to do what they like.”

"So, this is the problem. You will naturally have more opportunities to interact with business people in the southern city-state, and you should have a good understanding of human nature. Do you think people will be restrained in their pursuit of wealth? Especially if you just use your mouth casually, Will they stop if they can take other people's wealth as their own?

Of course, they are still dealing with those nobles and wealthy businessmen, but don't think I don't know that the richest people in this land are not those guys in the southern city-states. What about mixing goods in the temple's caravan to avoid taxes; what about the temple knights acting as thugs to help others solve competitors; what about the temple priests who disguise themselves and escort goods on the ship to deal with the pirates of the sea tribe.

Do you think I really don't know? Do you think the priests in the north are stupid? "

Borlando had a stream of sweat on his forehead when he heard this.

"It's just that you paid enough taxes, so the golden branch priests of the temple turned a blind eye. But now all this news has fallen into the hands of those guys in the city of God.

Do you think Miliana will tolerate you, a small high-ranking person, because the wealth in secret is richer than her saint? You are just a fat pig, and she has a ready-made reason to slaughter you: just clean up the termites and scum in the temple! "

"I..., I...I'm not. "Boerlando stuttered.

"But the Tower of China is different. They still hope that you will continue to be in charge of this place and do business with them." Ganuo's tone became soothing again, "Now let me ask you another question: Between the City of God and the Tower of China, who do you want to die?"