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"Come back!!"

Kro's eyes widened, and he shouted at Andy angrily: "You dare to threaten me with the family inheritance?"

Andy curled his lips in disdain, but did not stop. Instead, he quickened his pace and left.

Seeing that Andy was really about to leave, Kro quickly spoke up to stop him:

"Wait! Even though I don't know where Morgan is, I know when he will show up!"

There is no other way. It is related to family inheritance. Even if the probability of Andy finding a man is very low, Kro dare not gamble!
After all, Andy has endured for so many years, his personality must have become paranoid, and he is full of resentment towards him and his family.

If he couldn't provide any value, Andy might really cut off the family inheritance in order to retaliate against him and his family.

Thinking of this, Kro sighed and said to his little son who seemed familiar yet a little strange:
"It seems that the class just now was not in vain. You have grown a lot and have a clear understanding of your own value."

Andy sneered and said, "Oh, it's a rare opportunity for my father to teach me, so of course I have to study hard."

"Okay, stop saying these childish things in front of me." Kro said seriously.

"You will be shouldering the heavy responsibility of inheriting the family legacy in the future, so you must mature as soon as possible."

"I don't expect you to be as outstanding as Viscount Ryan, but don't bring shame to our family!"

Andy's face flushed instantly when he heard this, and he said angrily:

"Family! Family! How can you, who don't even care about your family, be qualified to mention family!"

Kro was silent for a moment, then smiled calmly:
"Since you, the future clan leader, say you are not as qualified as I am, I will not mention it."

When Andy heard this, a look of surprise appeared on his face. Was his father giving in?
President Kro, who has a rebellious character and will do anything for profit, and who built and developed the Yaojin Chamber of Commerce, actually gave in to him?

Andy looked at Kro with complicated eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Is it that important? Is family inheritance so important in your eyes?"

Kro did not directly answer Andy's question, but asked Andy:

"You should know that before the establishment of the Merchant Alliance and the Merchants' Association, the status of merchants in the Kingdom of Arad was lower than that of civilians, right?"

Seeing Andy nod slightly, Kro continued:
"Since we merchants get rich through trading, we cannot produce food, nor pay taxes to noble lords. At the same time, we will attract commoners to enter the merchant industry."

"So for the nobles, we merchants are an unstable factor that threatens their rule. In addition, our pursuit of profit is completely opposite to the spiritual pursuit advocated by the nobles. Naturally, the nobles will feel disgust and dissatisfaction with us."

"In order to curb our development and seize our wealth, the nobles used various methods, such as high transaction taxes and the low social status of merchants."

"The nobles are the rulers of the Kingdom of Arad, and they possess absolute power and force. Facing their suppression, we have almost no power to fight back. We can only become their tool to make money, and allow them to exploit and humiliate us."

"During this process, some merchants gradually realized that this could not continue. We merchants must unite to safeguard our own interests. This is why the Merchants Alliance was established."

"In fact, the Merchant Alliance was just a place for lowly merchants like us to gather together for warmth. We never expected to be equal to the nobles, let alone seize the power in their hands."

"But there is one person who doesn't think so."

At this point, a hint of admiration flashed in Kro's eyes: "You may have guessed who this person is. He is the Morgan you are looking for."

"Perhaps because his family was killed by the nobles, Morgan has a morbid obsession with the power of the nobles. From the moment he established the Merchant Alliance, he was thinking about how to gain the ruling power of the nobles."

"In the end, he actually did it. We, lowly merchants, actually overthrew a viscount and became the actual ruler of Guanhai City. Moreover, the process was not difficult. It can even be said to be quite easy."

"This undoubtedly greatly reduced our fear of the nobles and made us more ambitious. At that time, I didn't care about family inheritance. I just wanted to snatch power from those nobles who were good for nothing!"

"Until." Kro's tone suddenly became sad: "The arrival of the noble coalition, they completely crushed our ambitions with just one war."

"Although we have not lost the ruling power of Guanhai City, I clearly realize that the nobles will still be invincible in the short term."

"Perhaps in the future merchants will be able to overthrow the rule of the nobles, but definitely not now, so I gave up my unrealistic ambitions and focused on family inheritance."

"I believe that the reason why the nobles have been prosperous for so long is because they have a rich family heritage. Since we cannot defeat the nobles for the time being, we should learn from their superiority. It would be best if..."

"It's better to become a noble, right?" Andy continued, and then glanced at Kro with disdain: "Isn't this just joining if you can't beat them!"

After listening to Andy's concise summary, Kro coughed twice in embarrassment, and then said righteously:

"That's right, there's nothing wrong with being a noble. Ask any businessman which doesn't want to be a noble!"

"Even Morgan, who hated the nobles, was polite to the nobles of Guanhai City and tried every means to win them over."

"From this, it can be seen that in the Kingdom of Arad, nobility represents status and interests. The purpose of us businessmen is to pursue profits, so it is normal to want to become nobility."

Andy pursed his lips when he heard this: "It sounds nice, but in fact, he is just scared by the nobles."

Kro was stunned for a moment, then responded with a look of disappointment:

"You could say that, if it comes to business, I'm not afraid of anyone. Even if it's Morgan, that old fox, I dare to go against him."

"But the nobles are different. They don't understand business and only believe in the iron hoofs of knights. The wealth we are so proud of is vulnerable under the trampling of the iron hoofs."

"No matter how ruthless I am, I am helpless against the knights' charge. The war in Guanhai City proves my point."

Kro looked at the street in the distance and seemed to see the knights crushing the enemy with ease.

"It's too early for this era to be in chaos. If the business association is allowed to develop for a few more decades, the businessmen may really rise."

"It's a pity that merchants now have no chance at all. The winners who end the chaos are destined to be the nobles, and this also means that merchants will have to lie dormant for who knows how long."

"So continuing the family legacy is my best choice. Even if I can't become a noble, I must at least keep the family going until the day when merchants rise up."

"I want my family to witness the rise of businessmen. This is my lifelong wish!"

When Andy heard these sincere words, he understood his father's true thoughts.

Kro once had ambitions and aspirations, hoping to improve the status of merchants, but under the blow of reality, he could only pin his hopes on the future, so he attached so much importance to family inheritance. However, knowing the idea does not mean understanding. Andy was very disdainful of Kro's behavior of wanting to rely on his descendants and time to exhaust the nobles when he had no ability.

"No wonder you were not angry but happy when you found out that I was going to be Lord Ryan's dog. It turns out that you have been looking forward to being recognized by the nobles. It turns out that you are the one who wants to be a dog for the nobles the most!"

Facing Andy's ridicule, Kro said calmly, "I just didn't want to put all the monster eggs in one basket to ensure that the family inheritance would have more protection. I didn't expect Viscount Ryan to rise so quickly."

"But it's good this way. If Ryan can become the final winner, our family will definitely be able to continue!"

Andy shook his head: "That's not necessarily true. If you don't tell me about Morgan's news, the family inheritance will be cut off from me!"

Crowe's expression froze for a moment, and then he said helplessly: "If you can carefully analyze what I just said, you will know when Morgan will appear."

"Unlike me, who recognized the reality and placed my hopes on the future, he always believed that we still had a chance, so he would definitely not abandon Shang Hu Hui and run away."

"And this headquarters is the symbol of the Chamber of Commerce, so when Viscount Ryan arrives at the headquarters, Morgan will definitely show up."

Andy frowned. "You mean Morgan hasn't given up yet, and he wants to make one last fight?"

"Is this old man crazy? The guards and the priests were almost wiped out. What can he use to resist Lord Ryan?"

"Could it be that the Shang Hu Hui still has hidden combat power?"

Facing Andy's suspicious gaze, Kro shook his head gently: "No, the guard team and the worship hall are the entire combat power of the Chamber of Commerce."

"So what does he want to do?"

"Who knows? Even though I have fought him for so many years and can be said to be the person who knows him best, there are still many times when I can't guess what he is thinking."

Andy snorted coldly when he heard this: "Humph, you are an idiot who doesn't know your own limits!"

Kro raised his eyebrows noncommittally and muttered to himself, "This shrewd guy won't do anything in vain."

"Morgan, just let me see your final farewell performance. Don't let me down!"
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While Kro and Andy were having a "warm" father-son talk, a conspiracy was also taking place in an underground secret room not far from the headquarters of the Chamber of Commerce.

The bright candlelight flickered gently on the long table, distorting the black-robed figure beside the table into a ghostly outline.

They sat at the table silently, as if waiting for someone.

"crunch~"

The sound of a door bearing turning suddenly broke the silence in the secret room, followed by a complaining voice.

"There are so many vacant houses, but you have to hold the meeting in this underground secret room. I remember that President Morgan's style of doing things is not so cautious. Could it be that you Ladas who are used to shadows asked for this?"

When the men in black robes heard this, they all turned around in anger.

A middle-aged man in a white robe pushed the door open and entered. From the exquisite blue patterns on his robe, it was not difficult to tell that he was a bishop.

He glanced at the secret room and the man in black robes, shook his head and said:
"You are wearing a black robe in broad daylight. Are you afraid that others will not know the identity of your Shadow Church?"

The black-robed man sitting in the chair at the head of the left said sharply:
“Hey, isn’t this Bishop Zane who likes to preach to women the most? President Morgan actually invited you. Could it be that there are also beauties here who need you to preach?”

Zain was not angry either. He calmly sat down in the chair at the head of the right, and his confidants followed him and sat down one by one.

"To be honest, I didn't want to come here, but I heard that Deacon Sako, your mother wanted to believe in the Lord of the Sea, so I came here to spread the faith to your mother."

Zane said with a big smile on his face, and then pretended to look around.

"Where is she? Oh, by the way, I almost forgot that you don't even know who your mother is. Is someone spreading false information? Or have you found yourself a new mother?"

Zayn's two extremely foul-mouthed remarks stunned Sarko, who was unable to react for a while.

Aren’t the believers of the Temple of Poseidon said to be very gentle? Why did this bastard attack his mother right away?
Although he had no feelings for the mother he had never met, he could not stand such an insult!

"boom!"

Sarko slammed the table and roared in frustration:
“Zayn, do you want to die?!”

Zain scratched his ear and said with disgust:

"You people from the Shadow Church keep repeating the same few words over and over again. You don't have any sense of language art or offensive power. It sounds like you are just flirting with me. You are not as good as the new guards in the escort team."

"Do you want me to teach you how to curse? I don't ask you to believe in the Lord of the Sea, so as not to defile His kingdom. You just need to call me father, and I can preach to your new mother with a legitimate reason."

Sarko was so angry that he trembled all over. He opened his mouth slightly and wanted to curse back, but he couldn't think of the right words. He could only grit his teeth and said:
"Headscarf thug, kick his stinky mouth into pieces!"

Following Sarko's order, an orange figure with red comb hair walked out.

It yawned listlessly at first, lifted up its shed skin, then suddenly jumped up, bent its knees and slammed into Zane.

Facing the attack from the hooded thugs, Zain was not at all flustered. He leaned back in his chair and said lazily:

"Rude. I don't know what the higher-ups are thinking. They actually want to cooperate with underground Lada like you."

As Zane spoke, a sleek blue figure appeared behind him and fired a vortex of water at the hooded thug, blocking his attack.

"My time is precious. There are many confused ladies waiting for me to preach. I don't have time to waste it here."

Zain said impatiently: “President Morgan, if you don’t come out, I’m leaving!”

As soon as the words fell, a hearty laugh rang in everyone's ears.

They looked in the direction where the laughter came from, and saw Morgan walking out with a smile, followed by Captain Will.

Will looked at the two clearly divided groups in front of him with trepidation, his face full of surprise.

My goodness, the Shadow Church actually sits together with the Sea God Temple. When did this world become so magical! (End of this chapter)