I, the god, recruit witches to make money

Until then, she can only hang on to Bai Shi.

Gao Liujing knew that his ideas were too convoluted, but what could he do?

People have different personalities and will always give different answers to the same thing.

Gao Liujing wanted to be as straightforward as Adolf and wanted to repay Bai Shi as soon as she had the chance.

But she couldn't do it. She couldn't just focus on the happiness in front of her. Her eyes would always look towards the uncertain future.

"I'm really asking for trouble." She rubbed her hair with her hands. There was a knock on the door, and Adolf's voice rang out, "Gao Liu, the director has got off the plane. Should we go to greet him?"

"No, just wait here."

Gao Liujing replied and calmed herself down. If she wanted to become stronger, she would need to use the resources of the FBI.

It is very difficult for a person to reach the top without the support of a huge force. People like Bai Shi are so rare that they cannot serve as examples.

……

At the entrance of the Four Seasons Hotel, the ground was laid with a red carpet to welcome distinguished guests, and men in black who Adolf did not recognize were clearing a secret space outside the door in an orderly manner.

Gao Liujing stood at the door, wearing high heels, with big golden waves draped over her shoulders and a casual dress. Even the ordinary outfit looked charming on her.

"What kind of man is George?"

Adolph asked, she had heard of George's deeds. The three-eyed craze in Texas made the high priest notorious, and also made George, who could drive away strange influences, enter the public eye.

In the following years, the FBI, led by him, continued to suppress the Cult of the God of Winter.

He was a very difficult person, but no one could really explain how difficult he was.

Because he is also a very low-key person, so low-key that he seldom takes action personally.

Gao Liujing thought about it and answered truthfully based on his impression: "He is the top capitalist."

"capitalist?"

Adolf asked casually, but became somewhat curious about the answer.

She thought Gao Liujing's answer would be something like a hero or a tyrant, but she didn't expect it to be a capitalist.

"What George is best at is painting a rosy picture for his subordinates. Normal capitalists' rosy pictures are almost never realized, but the rosy pictures he paints always come true."

Gao Liujing explained, a hint of vigilance in her blue eyes, "But you must not have any unrealistic fantasies about him. When it's time to give up on you, he won't hesitate at all."

"Most people were deceived by his disguise and were willing to work for him."

Gao Liujing said this solemnly, "Adolf, you must not believe him."

Adolf thought for a moment and said expressionlessly, "Come to think of it, since I started following you, I haven't had a single day off. When can I take a day off?"

"There is still a lot of evil in the world waiting for us to eliminate. How can we rest before we have eliminated all the evil?"

Gao Liujing answered without blushing or beating her heart.

If he really has a holiday, he will probably go directly to Japan to repay Shiraishi.

Her goal was to keep Adolph working until that grateful heart was no longer grateful.

“You are also a great capitalist.”

Adolf complained.

While they were chatting, a Bentley that was stretched to an exaggerated degree drove up, with a man in black riding a motorcycle next to it.

The Bentley stopped in front of the hotel and they stopped chatting.

A man in black stepped forward and opened the door, and a man in brightly colored Hanfu walked out.

George Rockefeller.

He is 1.85 meters tall, with long brown hair that covers his ears, which is very fluffy. He wears black-framed glasses with thin lenses.

His facial features are not the type that are stunning at first glance, but the type that becomes more handsome the more you look at them. He exudes the temperament of a well-read cultured person.

George smiled and said, "Gao Liu, thank you for your hard work."

"You are Miss Adolph, right? Nice to meet you. I am George Rockefeller."

His voice is deep and rich, with a magnetism that is hard to shake off.

He is definitely a good speaker... Adolf thought, but still extended his hand and shook it politely, "Yes."

The man in black next to her showed some anger on his face, thinking that she was too arrogant. This was the director of the FBI!

George didn't care about her straightforward attitude. He showed a gentle smile on his face and continued to walk into the hotel. "Let's have tea and talk slowly."

……

Four Seasons Hotel, top floor.

This place has been booked by the wealthy FBI, or rather, the top three floors have been booked by George for the employees responsible for security to live in.

He entered the presidential suite, did not allow employees of the black-clad level to enter, and said, "Gill, serve the tea first."

"Why do I have to serve tea every time?"

The blond boy appeared out of thin air, and Adolf showed a hint of surprise on her face. It was only when the other party spoke that she realized there was a fourth person here.

Gao Liujing thought it was normal. Gillette could be said to be George's most trusted confidant, so his strength was naturally strong.

"You make the most delicious black tea." George replied with a smile and walked to the sofa and sat down.

Adolph sat on the sofa next to him and asked bluntly, "Is there something important that brought you to Seoul in person?"

"Don't be impatient. If we want to work, we can talk slowly while drinking black tea."

George smiled. In his eyes, work was not a chore but an enjoyment. If it was an enjoyment, he would naturally talk about it in the most leisurely atmosphere.

Before the tea was served, he chose to talk about something other than business. "You should have heard something about Hokkaido, right?"

"No." Adolf was very honest, so she was good at ending the topic in an instant.

Gao Liujing would not comment casually when it came to Bai Shi, saying, "I don't care much about things other than myself."

"I think it's not a bad thing to pay attention to the world once in a while."

George pushed the frame of his glasses and said gently, “Only when you understand how big the world is can you understand how small you are.

We should urge ourselves not to slack off, especially in the current international situation, we should see more of the world.

A young man named Arthur has recently appeared in the British Magic Council. He is less than thirty years old, but already possesses the strength of the seventh realm.

There is a March Saint in France, Joan of Arc, who walked across the country as an ordinary person and finally stepped into the extraordinary in front of Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris.

She was accepted into the Paladin Order, and within just three days, she had become the leader of the order.

Redbeard, the pirate king who rose up in the waters of Somalia and wreaked havoc in the four oceans, and Santo, the tiger of Siberia..."

The boring information came out of his mouth like a poem, and Adolf seemed to see an epic picture slowly unfolding.

There are countless heroes rising in the world.

“Speaking of Japan, we have to mention a mysterious man who single-handedly wiped out more than 3,000 people from the Winter God Cult stationed in the Holy Mountain.

Not to mention those small fry, one of them had a spiritual pressure that reached the eighth level, but he was still destroyed in a short time. "

When George mentioned this, a strange light flashed in his brown eyes, "What's strange is that no one in the secret realms of various countries has come forward to admit that they were responsible for this incident."

Gao Liujing spread his hands and said, “Maybe they are too lazy to care. Outside the secret realm, who in the eighth realm is not bound by heaven and earth?

The so-called ascetics are just struggling between the seventh and eighth realms. "

"Normally, that's the case."

George smiled and said, "Let's make a bold assumption. Is it possible that the other party is not in the eighth realm, but in the ninth realm?"

"That's impossible." Adolf shook her head and said, "That only exists in theory. No one has ever truly made a breakthrough in millions of years."

"Times are advancing, and nothing is impossible."

George is an extremely smart man. He can always deduce a fact from a little information.

No matter how absurd this fact was, he would not doubt it.

This stems from his confidence in his own mind.

Gao Liujing tilted his head and asked nonchalantly, "You want to find him?"

"Gao Liu, you think I'm not living long enough."

George shook his head. He was not stupid. From the incident in Hokkaido, he could see that numbers meant nothing in front of that person.

He foolishly approached, was he trying to die? Or was he trying to die?

George didn't believe that he was the only one who had such a guess, but every force tacitly agreed not to mention it.

The reason is that no one wants to mess with that person.

As a hermit, I will just stay in seclusion forever, and no one will have any objection to that.

Gao Liujing smiled and said, "I thought you wanted to find that person to ask for tips on how to break through the eighth realm."

"I have my way."

George answered seriously that he was no match for that person now, but he would definitely win in the future.

"The world is too cold and hard, so let's change to another world. I want to seek a breakthrough in another world."

As he was talking, Ji Lei came over with a cup of brewed black tea.

Pour a glass per person.

George held up the steaming tea and said with a smile, "We can discuss business now."

Adolf held up the teacup, blew gently into it, and pricked up her ears to listen to what he was saying.

"I came to Seoul to destroy the Goblin Guild."

George took a sip of black tea, the mellow taste spread between his lips and teeth, making him feel relaxed, and his body leaned back on the soft sofa.

Adolf looked up, suspecting that she had not heard clearly, and asked, "Destroy the Goblin Guild?"

"Well, they are inhuman beings after all, so we should kill them as soon as possible."

George gave his reasons.

Gao Liujing said bluntly: "You have alternative power, so you want to use them as research materials."

"Haha," George smiled, not caring about Gao Liujing's sabotage at all, and implicitly acknowledged her words.

The deal with the Winter God Cult was to help the high priest launch a surprise attack on the Formless Mother of the Spring God Cult and seize the Scepter of Ice.

In exchange for the high priest allowing the FBI to recruit some people during the Hokkaido festival.

The number cannot be compared with that absorbed by the Winter God Sect, which is just 1,300 people.

In addition, the FBI also made a lot of money from the extraordinary materials produced by alienation when helping to eliminate the weirdness.

With both strength and materials harvested, George's attitude towards the Fairy Guild changed. He just wanted to put them on the test bench and study them carefully so that the powerful mechas could go further.

That was his backbone force in exploring other worlds.

"High-level monsters are very cunning. I hope everyone will go all out in this operation and not let any escape."

George drank the black tea and said with a smile on his face: "The encirclement and suppression operation will start at 10 o'clock in the evening. Before that, you can do whatever you want. I won't disturb you."

……

At night, ten to six.

"Cough cough..."

In the dim sewer, the air was filled with a stench that normal people could not stand, and the panting sound like that of a wild beast was heard.

Someone curled up on the ground, blood slowly spreading from under his body, "Damn it, damn George, damn the FBI!"

Saito Chi cursed, seemingly venting his emotions, but in fact he was just imitating humans.

When humans are betrayed, they curse the betrayer.

Even if it's of no use.

A doubt flashed through its mind. Why should it learn human behavior at this time?

Perhaps it was influenced by Merlin.

Thinking of the deceased former president, it felt complicated.