Warwick the Godfather of Terra

Ernesto asked with his eyes lowered.

As Candela's deputy for many years, he had long been accustomed to talking to her like this. Even though Candela had told him many times that this was not necessary, he still firmly lowered his attitude and did not look Candela in the eye.

Because he was afraid of the tongue that could overturn people's hearts with just a few words, and the eyes that could silently erase all information about a person's existence with just a few glances.

Candela happens to have both.

Over the years, he has witnessed many things that are far more terrifying than what he has seen on the battlefield.

If it is a life-and-death fight on the battlefield, even if you fail, you can still fight for a glimmer of hope.

But in this small space, there was no room for maneuver in the conversation at the negotiating table.

If you fail, being torn to pieces would be a great mercy.

The giant beast of capital possesses power that is several times or even dozens of times more terrifying than he could have imagined.

It was for this reason that he chose to stay with Candela, not just to be his father's spy, but more because he wanted to give it a try.

His father always told him to keep his distance from Candela and not to let the habits of such a woman pollute his glorious Bolivarian character.

However, as Ernesto helped Candela deal with things over the years and got older, he increasingly felt that Candela's behavior had her own reasons.

And he found that these things that his father despised, looked down upon, even spitted on and reviled, under Candela's use, were achieved without bloodshed and in the direction she thought, achieving the desired results.

She held this invisible edge in her hands, and it became a sword of infinite power.

So, Ernesto wanted to try to understand.

How exactly does one wield this sword?

"Okay, you don't have to do anything, just go and rest."

To his surprise, the usual words of praise such as "Well, you did a good job" that he should have expected did not come out of Candela's mouth.

Instead, the strong woman glanced at him, returned to the table, grasped the cane, and then handed it to herself.

"Please help me put it away, and then have a good sleep. You have worked hard today."

Ernesto took Candela's cane without saying a word, nodded, and left the room.

Naturally, the strong woman was the only one left in the room.

Rubbing her forehead, Candela felt a little pain in her head.

She really didn't expect...

Warwick would be so clever!

I had hinted at this countless times in various ways during the conversation just now, but this guy just behaved like an idiot and swallowed all the sharp blades I shot at him with his extremely thick skin!

She would not believe that this big man who could turn an unknown company into a top company in Terra was a fool who knew nothing.

This kind of communication method of appearing foolish while being wise is the most powerful art of dialogue.

Haven’t you seen how Section Chief Ma, by using seemingly incoherent conversations, saved the jobs of an entire city’s population?

So, Candela believed.

This man is definitely hiding his strength.

Different from hiding one's shortcomings.

To hide one's shortcomings means not showing them to others or telling them to others. You don't know whether there is a sniper or an apple under the veil.

But Zang Feng did tell everyone blatantly.

I have a sword that can shock the world when it is unsheathed.

But I just don’t need it.

This is more terrifying than hiding one's incompetence...

One is that they dare not explore the bushes.

The other one is a level 18 Six-God Noxus who is standing directly opposite you, sharpening his axe and staring at you.

These two kinds of oppression are really incomparable.

I don't know when, but that guy got the murderous intention and came running towards you with a blue light, chopping you with an axe!

Taking a deep breath, Candela closed her eyes.

Warwick told her tonight that he would bring his companions...

As for tonight's exchange banquet, she would definitely invite all the celebrities who were vacationing in Dos Solace to attend, to prove that she had cooperated with Zaun Technology...

Now she didn't know what kind of building this man was going to build with this platform.

For the first time in years, Candela felt exhausted.

Warwick had the same idea as he walked out of the beach surrounded by two children.

But the reason he was so exhausted was...

"Damn, what kind of shit is this woman saying?"

After talking with Candela for so long, the werewolf discovered...

I couldn't understand what Candela said!

The system has clearly translated each character for you, and the words are all commonly used.

But when they put them together, he couldn't understand!

This woman has been chattering away for quite some time, and it's impossible for him to communicate with her.

So, the werewolf had to avoid the question. You talked about the city gate tower and I talked about the hip axis. I just couldn't hit one of them.

But it’s okay now. There are only two people in the room, and their conversation can’t be heard.

But not tonight.

Judging from the current situation, Candela is going to have a big banquet tonight.

There are so many people here. If I were to do this, it would be like a child whose mother is missing, and it would be a disgrace to the adults.

So he suggested finding someone to come along and speak on his behalf.

He learned this trick from a TV drama.

Don’t those township entrepreneurs all have a female secretary who is talkative, good-looking, and has had plastic surgery, breast augmentation, buttocks pads, and sterilization?

Then when the entrepreneur can't handle the speech, the female secretary will twist her butt and go up to him and chatter for a while. Then she will chatter for a while at the celebration party in the evening, and then chatter for a while again when they return to the hotel at night.

So he also needs such a person now.

But here’s the thing…

Who should he go to?

The first people Warwick thought of were the people in his parent group.

Rubbing his big hairy chin, the werewolf said goodbye to the two kids who were hesitant to talk, and strolled on the beach while catching up.

The person he is looking for must at least have a high enough status.

After all, you can't just invite a few rag-and-bone vendors to attend the banquet, and then discuss with a bunch of big guys how to pick up soda bottles?

Well, I'm sorry. Brother Li was the first to be passed. It's true that he is the most shameful among us brothers.

The wheel-carrying child is not as strong as the werewolf.

When it comes to career, I can't compare to others.

It's a synonym for being neither high nor low. No good.

You have to look presentable, at least your appearance has to be neat and tidy.

After all, he was not sure what the matter was.

Well, so the great emperor, this old Bi, also passed.

When he stands up, he's not even as tall as my waist. How can I bring a rag doll with me? When everyone toasts me, do I have to carry him?

The werewolf bought a sausage and continued to think while chewing it.

Well, in addition to appearance, this person must also have true aristocratic temperament, or at least be able to afford it.

Then, the Rat King will pass.

Brother Lin has too much gangster vibe about him, but he is too gentle in normal times and doesn't have the demeanor of a standard ceremonial person.

If there is an opportunity to negotiate and collect debts someday, he might consider it.

The candidates were further narrowed.

Mayor Herman and Candela are rivals, so they are definitely not suitable. Pass.

Patriot is a soldier. You can ask him to fight, but he is not suitable for this kind of occasion. He also doesn't seem to care much about anything other than Zaun.

As for these youngsters...

The werewolf frowned.

He didn't want to involve these children in such a turmoil.

As a father and an elder, you should be the guardian angel and protective umbrella of your children.

How can we allow children to participate in this kind of cocktail party which obviously has a strong commercial atmosphere and ill intentions?

Well, although his children are all in their twenties and approaching thirty...

He sighed and after much thought, he decided that perhaps only Brother Wei was suitable.

He is the mayor of Longmen, is of noble birth, and looks like one of them.

Well, let's choose him.

The old lady picked the carrot for a long time, and the werewolf finally made up his mind. He took out the communicator and called Wei Laoer.

On the other side, the Summoner's Rift was littered with corpses.

The fight between the Prince and Nami has cooled down from the intense one. After all, Jarvan is a tank. Although he has no means of recovery, he relied on his toughness to hold on in the blood exchange with the Tidecaller.

Although there are corpses of soldiers everywhere, it's all worth it!

Wei Laoer, lying limply on the bed, looked at the ceiling, his eyes clearer than ever before.

The ringing communicator interrupted the werewolf's call back to the city. Wei Yanwu took it from Wen Yue's hand and put it to his ear.

"Hey, bro..."

Listening to the weak voice on the communicator, the werewolf became a little worried.

"Brother, your voice is not right. Are you sick?"

Wei Yanwu glanced at Princess Wen Yue who was getting dressed beside the bed, then continued to answer in a voice that sounded like he was about to die.

“Ah, no…I just didn’t get enough rest.

What can I do for you, bro?"

The werewolf clicked his tongue.

This is a difficult problem. Judging from the sound, my brother must have been working all night without rest.

Alas, it seems that my plan to find Brother Wei has failed.

Warwick sighed inwardly.

It's not easy for Brother Wei either. He has a lot of things to do all day long. He has to take care of all the big and small matters in Longmen. I'm sure he must be so tired that he doesn't even want to move.

In that case, I'd better not disturb him.

Just let him have a good rest.

Having made up his mind, the werewolf quickly changed his words.

"Ah, it's nothing. I just wanted to tell you that I'm in Dos Solès now. Our eldest niece is doing well."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yue's voice rang out from the communicator.

"Brother, thank you sister-in-law. Please take care of Huijie."

Unlike Wei Yanwu's voice, Princess Wen Yue's voice sounds full of energy, but a little hoarse.

I guess she got angry from taking care of her brother.