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"Deacon Sako, you don't want to disappoint Guardian Ram, do you?"

As soon as these words came out, Sarco stopped walking, turned around abruptly, and said to Morgan anxiously:

"Please explain clearly, what does this have to do with Lord Ram?"

"No! How do you know about Ramu-sama?"

Before Morgan could answer, Zane sneered and said:
"Oh, everyone knows that the information channels of the Merchants' Association are almost all over the kingdom. Those merchants who travel all over the country are natural spies."

"Not to mention that the Chamber of Commerce has done a lot of business with your Shadow Church. Even the underground black market where you are hiding now is backed by the Chamber of Commerce. It would be strange if they don't know the information about the Shadow Church!"

"Who do you think is selling the information about the Shadow Church on the black market? Apart from the Merchants' Association, who would be willing to mess with you crazy people?"

Sarko was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then he glared at Morgan fiercely and said:

"I was wondering why those intelligence dealers weren't afraid of my threats. It turns out you're the one backing them up!"

"Old man! Who gave you the guts to sell the information about our Shadow Church?"

"Ahem!" The black-robed subordinate beside Sarco coughed a few times when he heard the words, as if he wanted Sarco to stop talking.

"Why are you coughing? Did I say something wrong? It's obviously the Chamber of Commerce that is selling our information! We are right, so what are we afraid of?"

Sarko waved his hand and spoke righteously.

Just as the man in black robe was about to say something, he heard Morgan's gentle voice.

"Deacon Sarco, don't be anxious. Aren't you curious about who sold the information to us?"

"Who else could it be? They are just those cowardly traitors. Lord Ram couldn't have told you that himself."

At the end, Sarko seemed to have amused himself and laughed loudly:
"Hahahahaha, I didn't expect I had a talent for telling jokes."

However, no one present laughed out loud except him. Instead, they looked at him with strange eyes.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Sarko couldn't laugh anymore. He said with a stiff expression:

"Laugh, why aren't you laughing? Isn't it funny?"

Morgan shook his head and replied softly, "Deacon Sarco, please forgive us. We really can't laugh because what you said is not a joke, but a fact. The information was sold to us by Protector Ram."

"What?!" Sarco's voice suddenly became sharp, like a Psyduck with a headache.

Then he angrily shouted at Morgan: "What nonsense are you talking about? How dare you slander Lord Ram? Are you looking for death, old man!"

Facing Sarko's insults, Morgan did not get angry, but said calmly:
"I have no need to lie to you, and this matter is not a secret, you might as well ask your subordinates."

Upon hearing this, Sarko immediately turned around and looked at the man in black robe beside him.

The other party just nodded helplessly and acknowledged Morgan's statement.

Sarko's face instantly turned red, and he shouted angrily: "Asshole! Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

The man in black robe quickly explained: "Aren't you Lord Ram's most trusted confidant? I thought you knew about this a long time ago."

"Who would have thought that even though I just reminded you, you ended up saying that we were right, and I really couldn't get a word in!"

The man in black robe sounded more and more aggrieved as he spoke, his eyes hidden under his hood revealing deep fatigue.

Ever since he was sent to Sarko by Lord Ram, he has been worried all day long, fearing that Sarko might cause trouble.

There is no way, because this Deacon Sako has strength but an empty head.

But then again, someone like Sarko is indeed suitable to be a confidant, at least there is no need to worry about him betraying you.

If he were the guardian, he would also choose Sarco instead of the gloomy Deacon Dick.

Forget it, don’t think too much about it. He has tried his best anyway, so let’s just leave it to fate from now on.

After all, Deacon Sako is Lord Ram's confidant. Even if he loses Lord Ram's face, he should not be punished too severely, right?
Just as the black-robed man was still wondering what punishment he would receive, he suddenly heard Sarco say:
"But why would Lord Ram sell information about the church? Could it be that he is..."

"No!" The man in black robe interrupted him quickly. If he let Sarko continue, his life would be in danger!

So he quickly explained to Sarko: "Lord Ram is doing this just to make money. You also know that our Shadow Church has developed very quickly in recent years and has planned many actions, which all require financial support."

"But because the royal family of the Kingdom of Arad was bewitched by the Sea God Temple and united to suppress us, we have very few ways to make money. The underground black market in Guanhai City is one of the few ways to make money."

"Merchants only care about profits and don't care about our identities. Therefore, our relationship with the Merchants' Association is pretty good, and we often trade on the underground black market."

"Intelligence is also part of the transaction. The intelligence of our Shadow Church is still very valuable. Even some unimportant intelligence can be sold for a high price. After all, we have too many enemies."

Hearing this, Sarco actually revealed a proud and complacent expression, and raised his chin to Zane complacently, as if to say that the information from your Poseidon Temple is definitely not as valuable as ours.

Zain's mouth twitched slightly when he saw this. Is this guy mentally ill?

Your power has been reduced to selling its own intelligence, what are you so proud of?

Zane rolled his eyes at Sarco, picked up the teacup and took two more sips of tea, not wanting to bother with this idiot anymore.

The man in black robe also saw Sarko's expression. He took a deep breath and continued:
"In fact, intelligence is not the main way we make money, but Lord Ram himself likes to sell intelligence, especially his own intelligence."

"Ram-sama thought it would be an interesting thing to do, as it would make money and help him attract materials for making musical instruments."

"Of course, Lord Ram has stopped selling his intelligence recently. You should know the specific reasons."

Sarko nodded and blurted out: "Of course I know that he didn't receive an order to catch lightning."

"Cough cough!" Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the black-robed man's violent cough.

Although Sarko didn't finish his words, there was a hidden light in the eyes of Zane and Morgan.

Sarko also realized that he had said the wrong thing and immediately changed the subject:

"Haha, I knew that Lord Ram would never betray the church!"

Zain, who was standing by, saw Sarko's relieved look and said in surprise:
"No, so you really don't know anything? Then how dare you accept President Morgan's invitation?"

"I'm bored and want to come here to have some fun. Is that not okay?" Sarko said confidently.

Zahn was speechless. In a sense, this guy was a talent.

"By the way, next time if you have something to say, just say it directly. Don't use coughing to remind me!" Sarco warned his black-robed subordinate with a serious expression.

He decided to throw in the towel and didn't want to pretend to be smart anymore. After all, losing his own face was a small matter, but he would really be punished if he lost Lord Ram's face!
When thinking of Ram's torture methods, Sarko broke out in a cold sweat. The man in black nodded and said, "Since you said so, I dare to suggest that you don't leave yet."

"Why? Before Lord Ram left, he told me not to act rashly. Aren't you asking me to disobey his orders?" Sako said with a frown.

He just made a harsh remark, how could he just stay? Isn't this just rushing to be Zain's grandson?

"Tsk, now you remember what Ram-sama asked of you. Why did you rush over here when you received the invitation?"

The man in black robe complained in his heart, but on the surface he leaned over to Sarko's ear and whispered:

"Master Sako, do you remember what I said before? The underground black market in Guanhai City is a rare way for our church to make money."

"If the Merchants' Association is destroyed, the underground black market will most likely be closed by Viscount Ryan, and it will be even more difficult for us to make money."

"Not only that, Guanhai City is also an important place for us to hide and carry out activities. Apart from Guanhai City, it is difficult for us to find another city that is suitable for hiding and convenient for transmitting information. This is bound to have an impact on our next actions."

"Moreover, the most important thing is that there is a deep blood feud between Viscount Ryan and our Shadow Church. If he becomes the new master of Guanhai City, he will definitely do his best to deal with us."

"Ryan already has many people under his command. If he gets the news channels of the Chamber of Commerce, as well as the ports and ships, we will never have peace in the future, and the speed of searching for the Fire Bird will be greatly slowed down."

"Lord Ram's progress has lagged behind the other two guardians, and he has lost his temper for this. If you cause trouble for him again, even if you are Lord Ram's confidant, you will definitely be severely punished!"

"So we must not let Ryan occupy Guanhai City. We might as well stay and listen to what President Morgan has to say."

After hearing his subordinate's explanation, Sarko's brows gradually relaxed.

He is not very smart, but his subordinates have made it very clear.

To put it simply, Guanhai City is very important, and Ryan has a grudge against them, so Guanhai City can fall into the hands of anyone but not Ryan.

This also means that he really can't leave, otherwise Morgan and Zane, the old, weak and sick, will definitely not be able to stop Ryan.

Damn it, it’s all Dick’s fault, that self-proclaimed smart idiot!

Why pick on Ryan when there are so many people to pick on!

After provoking him, he just walked away, leaving all the trouble to himself!
The more Sarko thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt, and his face became gloomy.

Zane on the opposite side raised his eyebrows when he saw this. For some reason, after seeing that Sarko had to stay, his panic and anxiety suddenly eased a lot.

To thank Sarko, Zane stabbed him in the chest again:

"Deacon Sarco, weren't you going to leave? Why did you stop?"

"President Morgan only said one sentence to you, and you were so scared that you dared not leave?"

"If you don't want to leave, then sit down quickly, my dear grandson~"

Sarko was so angry when he heard this, and was about to curse Zain, but Morgan stepped out to smooth things over and said:

"Well, we are all sailors on the same ship now. Even if we can't work together, at least we can't quarrel among ourselves. Let's all say less."

After that, he stared at Sarko and said, "Deacon Sarko, it seems that your subordinates have made everything clear, so I don't need to waste my words any more."

"The three forces now have the same enemy, which is the basis for our cooperation."

"Of course, as the biggest beneficiary of this cooperation, our Chamber of Commerce will not let your efforts go in vain."

As a businessman, Morgan knew that interests were the guarantee of cooperation.

So after he used words to coerce Zane and Sarko into staying, he immediately offered them benefits.

"I heard that the Shadow Church lacks funds and its development is restricted. It has reached the point where it is selling its own intelligence to obtain self-destruction. How can this be allowed!"

"We at the Business Association don't have much except gold coins! As long as the Shadow Church is willing to help us through this difficult time, we will donate a large sum of money to the Shadow Church to support your development."

"At the same time, we will also transfer the ownership of the underground black market to the Shadow Church, so that you will have a stable source of funds and an excellent hiding place."

"Finally, I know that the Shadow Church always likes to hold sacrificial ceremonies to please your Lord Demon, so I plan to sacrifice half of the poor people in the slums to Lord Demon!"

Sarko, who was originally careless, suddenly became alert after hearing these words.

Unable to conceal his excitement, he asked Morgan, "Are you really willing to hold a sacrifice ceremony in Guanhai City? Aren't you afraid of causing public outrage?"

Morgan smiled calmly: "Why should I be afraid? As long as we don't say it, no one can know the truth."

"As for those poor people who were offered to the Demon Lord, didn't they die in this war?"

"The person who aroused public anger should not be me, but Viscount Ryan who started the war!"

Sarko looked at Morgan with a smile on his face, and felt a chill in his heart.

Although he had experienced a lot of blood and killing, Morgan's behavior of deciding other people's lives and deaths in a casual conversation and putting the blame on others was even more insidious than theirs.

This old guy is a talent! Very suitable to join their Shadow Church!

Sacco always does what he says, and he directly invited Morgan:
"Hey, President Dong Morgan, why don't you just join us? We in the Shadow Church need talents like you, old shady people!"

When Morgan saw that Sarko actually invited him to join the Shadow Church, even though he was knowledgeable, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I am more suited to being a businessman." Morgan quickly calmed down and responded in a gentle voice.

"No, think about it again." Sarko still advised unwillingly.

The black-robed subordinate beside him couldn't stand it anymore and reached out to tug at Sarko's robe:

"Master Sarco, how about you take a seat first?"

"Who are you scolding?" Sarko scolded unhappily.

Man in black robe: "???"

No, when did I scold you?

“Didn’t you hear what I said just now? If I sit down again, I will be Zain’s grandson. Aren’t you scolding me by asking me to sit down?” Sarko said confidently.

The man in black robe: “.”

Destroy it, quickly! (End of this chapter)