Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 247 In Progress

"Dear President Leo Shador, your chamber of commerce is really doing well!"

Hearing Bob Brooke's "sincere" praise, President Leo Shador was of course overjoyed.

For the leader of the chamber of commerce who was despised by the nobles, it was an extraordinary honor to be officially praised by the noble lords.

All of a sudden, President Leo Shador didn't care that Elliott Igor was just a little-known wasteland lord, and he didn't even care that the opponent's sphere of influence was a hundred thousand miles away from his lair emperor. Eight thousand miles away, I was so moved that tears filled my eyes, I only regretted that there were fewer gifts for the meeting just now.

Moreover, since the entire imperial capital is currently in the warm-up stage before the opening of the St. Augustus Festival, many nobles in the Unicorn Region of the imperial capital, where nobles gather, are experimenting with the magical fireworks that will be set off at the opening ceremony of the festival.

In addition, the crystal windows in the banquet hall of Igor's mansion have just been cleaned by Mr. Black, and you can clearly see the sky outside when you sit at the dining table...

So in the eyes of the members of the Igor family, the scene in front of them is very famous in the world:
Fireworks—President Shador——Fireworks

However, just as Chairman Shador wiped away his tears and muttered his humble words of thanks, Bob Brook suddenly threw the next sentence over:

"A serious business like our Igor family can't compare to you..."

At that time, Chairman Shador sucked the tears back into the lacrimal gland.

"This... this..." Chairman Shador's hand holding the fork trembled slightly, "Look at what you said, it seems that our Shador Chamber of Commerce is not doing serious business..."

"President Shador, please forgive me. Although this Bob Brook is a diplomat of our family, he is still in the internship period. He is considered a temporary worker. If there is something inappropriate in his words, you must not pay attention..." The lord My lord hurriedly raised his glass to apologize to the frightened president of the chamber of commerce, then turned his head and shouted at Bob, "Bob, watch your words! Hurry up and tell us what President Shador likes to hear. If you can talk, say more." point!"

So Bob Brooke immediately said bitterly:
"Respected President Shador, I was really sorry just now... I am ashamed to say that the biggest problem with me, Bob Brook, is that I am too jealous and stick to justice and truth too much! To tell you the truth, the reason why I raise This kind of outspoken personality defect is mainly because I suffered a heavy blow when I was a child—my neighbor’s little sister’s aunt’s ex-boyfriend’s adopted son’s grandmother died at the hands of the vicious ‘Thin Burial Sect’ heretics!”

The fireworks outside the house exploded.

President Shador shook his hand and dropped the silver fork to the ground.

Under the gaze of the lord with great interest, President Shador suppressed the trembling of his fingers forcibly, bent down and picked up his fork.

"The power of these magic fireworks is too great now, we have to ask the Magic Association to restrain it, so as not to cause dangerous accidents..." President Shador stood up straight and laughed, his cheeks were as white as A4 paper.

The lord laughed and said:

"Your majestic president of the Chamber of Commerce, is still afraid of magic fireworks?"

President Shador replied with lingering fear:

"Magicians are a bunch of fucking lunatics, how can they not be afraid?"

The lord is having fun:
"To tell you the truth, I went to school in the Academy City before, and I'm actually a magician..."

Master Laurie curled his lips frantically at the side, while President Shador, who knew he had made a slip of the tongue, was embarrassed on the spot.

Fortunately, Lord Frost Maple Ridge did not overly embarrass this unlucky latent cultist, but waved at the maid who was standing by:

"Mary, take the fork that President Shador dropped on the floor and clean it—how can you use dirty tableware to entertain distinguished guests?"

The maid agreed, and Niao Tingting stepped forward, snatched the fork from the silly President Shador, and turned to the back kitchen to clean the tableware.

President Shador wants to cry but has no tears:
How can I eat steak without a fork...

The lord looked at President Shador's bewildered embarrassment for a while, then slowly picked up his fork and passed it across the table:

"President Shador, don't worry, what our Frost Maple Ridge and the Igor family need most is knives, forks and plates for eating."

The president of the chamber of commerce took the lord's fork in a daze, looked down at his own reflection on the metal surface, thoughtful.

But before Chairman Shador could figure out why, Bob Brook on the side had already said in a rough voice:
"Then I'll continue talking... Cough, President Shador, don't tell me, my neighbor's sister's aunt's ex-boyfriend's adopted son's grandma died really badly, 'Thin Burial Sect' The cultist Zhen Nima is not a thing..."

So Chairman Shador's complexion began to change again, as if he was having a red and white song party.

"Okay, Bob, don't talk about these things." The lord said casually, biting the beef.

Bob Brooke shut up instantly.

Katerina Igor stood up from the table and winked at everyone at the table.

So Wu Yangyang, who accompanied the lord to attend the banquet, and others from the Igor family left the room with the eldest lady. The mahogany door leaf is on.

For a moment, only Xia Houyan, Master Laurie, and President Shador with cold hands and feet were left at the huge dining table.

The old housekeeper, Mr. Bart Black, turned out of the preparation room, and looked at his old boss in the Thin Burial Sect with a wry smile.

In an instant, President Shador felt that he understood everything.

……

The negotiations between the Igor family and Leo Shador, the leader of the imperial capital of the Thin Burial Sect, went very smoothly.

—Or rather, a little too smoothly.

Because within five seconds after Bart Black appeared, Leo Shador, with his astonishing agility, flexibility and reaction speed, pushed the dining chair away with his ass, and fell to the ground in an extremely smooth manner, and burst into tears He began to cry heartbrokenly.

The president of the chamber of commerce cried in a voice mixed with sobs, which lasted for 3 minutes, and the bewildered lord could barely understand what was going on:

Dare to think back to Bob Brook's eccentricity, fully aware that his identity as a cult member has been exposed, and mistakenly thought that the Lord of Shuangfengling had a grand feast today, and wanted to take this opportunity to arrest him and turn him over to the Inquisition!
——According to reliable sources, every time a cultist is reported or arrested, a bounty of more than ten gold coins can be obtained from the Inquisition, and there is no cap depending on the identity of the cultist.

And Leo Shador's actions also vividly explained why the Bofu sect with a long history is now so messed up:
The sect leader in the dignified imperial capital realized that his identity had been exposed, and his first reaction was to cry and beg for mercy!
Under the silent gaze of Xia Houyan, Master Laurie, and Mr. Black, Chairman Shador spoke at the speed of a Bofors 40mm anti-aircraft gun, from his old mother who was born with a long-term illness and often gave birth in bed, to the seven days at home. The eight young children look bleak...

The implication is only one:
I, Leo Shador, joined the Thin Burial Sect. It was really a wrong step and a lifelong mistake. I went to the sea to preach in order to make a living; you, Elliot Igor, a nobleman, can hold a boat in your stomach, so just let me go as a fart , don't hand me over to those sadistic lunatics of the Inquisition...

The lord was really tired of listening to President Shador's crying and begging, he frowned and said angrily:
"If you don't want to die, just shut up for me!"

The crying stopped abruptly.

Mr. Xiahou, whose ears were finally clean, nodded in satisfaction, took a cigar from Mr. Black, put it in his mouth, raised his legs and said:

"Let's just put it this way, dear President Shador, I actually don't have any ill-feeling towards your Bofu Sect."

Chairman Shador raised his head in astonishment, his eyes widened.

"How should I put it... Even the sect that worships the god of death has its existence value, and the so-called 'cult' is not 'cult', but it depends on how the Supreme Church defines you?" The lord Lord said slowly, "Let me give you an example like this... When I was studying in the Academy City when I was young, Demon Chess was popular in the northern part of the empire for a while-so many students of the Magic Academy skipped class during the day and went to play chess. ..."

Master Laurie rolled his eyes, thinking that you would definitely not follow the crowd to play chess——

——My lord, you must be fucking busy sleeping with women!

Xia Houyan didn't know that his chief mage was slandering him, so he continued to say leisurely:

"After the joint meeting of professors in the school city found out about it, they were furious and ordered on the spot that students should not be allowed to touch Demon Chess, so as not to delay their homework—but did you know that those studious and diligent young mages would never be tempted to play chess and run away?" The group of students who went to play chess didn’t like to study, even if they stopped playing Demon Chess, they would still go to play Orc Army Chess, Dwarf Checkers, and even Marne Card...”

The lord looked down at the bewildered President Shador, and said with a smile:
"President Shador, I think that group of students are addicted to having fun all day long, have poor grades, and fail to graduate. It really can't be blamed on Demon Chess, what do you think?"

"Actually, you haven't graduated yet..." Master Laurie muttered.

The lord glared at Grandmaster angrily, turned back to President Shador, gritted his teeth and said with a smile:

"President Shador, I think that your Bobuan Sect is actually the chess of the Demon Race—the folks who joined your faith, of course, some of them were lured into it by means of indiscriminate means, but most of them were idlers in the first place. Rotten people, or rebels who are dissatisfied with the mainstream beliefs; your burial sect gives them the warmth of organization, and brings them together to participate in secret ceremonies on a regular basis. Instead, it saves these gangsters from causing trouble to the empire. Construction contributed."

Master Laurie was dumbfounded, and he couldn't figure it out for a moment. How could the lord's brain circuit wash away the poisonous Bourgeois Sect and make him a hero of the empire in a blink of an eye?
As for President Shador, who himself is a follower of the Bofu Cult, he was even more dazed as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt:
He never dreamed that he would hear such rebellious remarks from a noble lord in his life.

"Taking a step back, if it was the god of death instead of the supreme holy god Daji Dali who was eating chicken tonight in the 'battle of the gods' that I don't know the truth or the false, who is the orthodox church and who is the supreme church now? Maybe it's a cult." Xia Houyan continued to carry forward the tradition, and he kept on talking until he couldn't stop talking.

For this, Master Laurie shrugged and agreed.

I have to say, just for the filthy acts of imposing religious taxes and treating nuns as prostitutes against the Supreme Church of the Empire, these religious liars have long been discredited among smart people, and it is no problem to call them a cult.

The imperial religious world is really a bad place...

"That, that..." Chairman Shador couldn't speak clearly, "You mean..."

"You Bobu sect is so useless!" The lord slapped the table and cursed, "A bunch of wine bags and rice bags, waste snacks!"

President Shador was dumbfounded.

"How can such a god of death belief be made into this by you!" Xia Houyan was filled with righteous indignation, "How many members of your sect do you have in such a huge imperial capital? My lord knows it with his ass, you bunch of underground believers who don't want to make progress, You must be fooling around every day, and don't even think about expanding your strength! You should be ashamed!"

"That, that, that..." After being scolded inexplicably, President Shador was ashamed, "Then what should we do!"

"I announce that our Igor family has become a shareholder of your Bomber Sect!" Xia Houyan waved his hand imposingly, which shocked Master Laurie, "In the future, the operation of the Thin Burial Sect in the imperial capital and the south will be up to you. We, Frost Maple Ridge, have full authority to take over!"

"Luck, operate... Take over, take over...?" President Shador almost lost his language skills.

"Yes!" Xia Houyan snapped his fingers, "That is to say, the Igor family will provide the operating funds of your Bobu sect, but all your organizational activities must be under the jurisdiction and command of the Igor family! You are a businessman , you should know what 'shareholding' is, right?"

"But... but... this, this..." President Shador's mouth was dry, and he looked around in a daze.

"If you promise today, you have to agree, and if you don't agree, you have to agree." Xia Houyan sneered, "Please allow me to remind you, anyway, your life is in my hands now, if you don't agree, I will beat you to death with a stick ..."

Speaking of this, the lord deliberately recalled the syllables of the resurrection spell in his heart.

It's great, I remember everything clearly, after all, it's an old craft.

"I, I, I..." President Shador murmured for a long time, and finally, under the coercion of the lord, he reluctantly nodded.

Seeing that the old boy was so good at numbers, Xia Houyan regretfully moved the resurrection spell out of the memory of his brain and stored it deep in the hard disk.

But he didn't forget to smile and say:

"By the way, if you have time, President Shador, you can call the highest leader of your sect to the master, let's have a meal together..."

For some reason, Chairman Shador suddenly felt powerless and humiliated like "a family workshop that has been passed down from generation to generation is about to be acquired by an unscrupulous and black-hearted businessman".

(End of this chapter)