Chapter 393 Big-Headed Son and Small-Headed Father

Chapter 393 Big-headed son~Little-headed father~

As the saying goes, what a thief is most sensitive to is the word "thief", so the poisonous snake, which was already harboring evil intentions, immediately made a sharp blasting sound.

"Thyme! How dare you question my loyalty to the church? If you interfere with my mission like this, aren't you afraid that the Pope will punish you?"

Not to mention Thyme, who was having a passionate exchange with her, even Ji Ming, who was standing aside watching the show, had a drop of sweat on his forehead.

...Grandma, luckily I had some weird luck and captured this warlord in advance, otherwise I would have had to wait for it before it was opened.

Thyme resisted the urge to rebel, pointed out her desire to "Why are you so anxious?", threw away her thoughts, and continued to follow her words.

"I don't dare. I'm just worried about whether an unqualified flower-level messenger can complete such an important task."

The viper was still feeling good about himself and retorted in a rhythm that was most comfortable to him.

"Can you? Hahaha, then ask the Pope to send you! You can do it, why can't you get up there! Don't you recognize your own level and status?"

"Because I had other tasks before, but you actually dare to question the Pope's arrangements!"

"You are the first to question..."

Those who knew, said it was two moles shamelessly throwing dirty water at each other. Those who didn't know, were so frightened that they almost fell to the ground.

"Ouch, ouch..."

He tightly grasped the forearms of the maids on both sides with his sweaty and extremely cold fat hands. After finally regaining his composure, Marquis Fuguang quickly spoke out to persuade them.

"Two adults, harmony brings wealth!"

? ? ?

Who can send it to make money with you, you damn (this is a fact) piece of trash!

Both of them showed a wave of good moral quality in their hearts that belonged to the former followers of Jungle, but on the surface they still gave some face to this useless Marquis who didn't know that he was actually a tool man.

Even in the quarrel, Thyme still had the aura of a professional researcher, so this time he took the initiative to make concessions.

"Then since Mr. Fu Guang has said so, I will bear with it for the time being. I just hope that our loyal Miss Viper can carry out the plan as soon as possible."

But Viper obviously still didn't want to finish the fight. The referee even shouted stop and even threw a small punch.

"Heh, this isn't something a pair of annoying eyes need to interfere with!"

"ah……"

Marquis Fuguang felt as if his blood pressure was on a roller coaster in the Grand Canyon. It was going up again just after he got off, so he quickly turned into a repeater to put out the fire.

"I will definitely cooperate with you all! Don't mention you two! I will definitely cooperate with you all!"

silence.

"By the way... I don't think I've asked yet. Why do I want to fully cooperate with you?"

After all, we were operating in the enemy's country now, so key tasks would only be discussed in detail after meeting, so Viper told him about the objectives of this mission.

"Oh, I need to intercept a passing team..."

Marquis Fuguang felt that something was wrong, but after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't find a clue. He hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

"Yes, there is a Wolf Fang Valley in my territory. It is a rare and steep terrain in the central part of the country. It is also the only path across my territory. You can go there to make arrangements."

"very good."

Viper nodded slightly and his eyes fell on the two maids beside the Marquis.

The Marquis quickly pulled them behind him.

"Sir, even though they look like vases, they are actually confidants that I have cultivated for many years. They are absolutely loyal! Otherwise, I would not dare to bring them here."

Viper glanced at their rough and broad hands and smiled.

"Hehe, I hope so."

Then he led the jungle believers out of the secret garden.

Watching the group of green-robed men drifting away, the older of the two maids lowered her head.

"Master, they said they wanted to murder..."

"Shh!"

The Marquis quickly stopped the head maid from speaking, and ran to the door like a fat monkey to look out, and then came back after making sure no one was there.

"Watch out! Their ears are pointed."

"Yes Yes……"

The head maid bent down and apologized profusely, then moved closer to him and continued.

"Master, I just suddenly remembered, is the team heading north about to pass through this area?"

"Um?"

The Marquis suddenly remembered the source of his doubts just now and frowned.

"Are you talking about...the one with Archbishop Glow and Princess Eleanor?"

Logically speaking, this team is relatively low-key, but who told them to lead a big wave in Fengying? Not to mention the small nobles from all directions, they are about to shock the glorious imperial court.

Therefore, after being reminded by the head maid, although his body was fat and his brain was full of fat, as long as he was willing to use his brain, at least his basic IQ was still there, and the Marquis thought about it carefully.

Although assassinating these two great gods is a bit too shocking, to be able to have the Church of the Deep Forest dispatch two flowers at the same time, you still have to find a way to ambush, and...

"ah!"

The moment of surprise did exist, but it was not the Marquis who made this sound, but the head maid who was talking to him with her head lowered.

And in the next second, he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood from his red lips.

The head maid quickly turned around and pulled out the stabbing sword hidden in the folds of her long skirt. However, the landing point of the sharp attack was already empty.

Although the descendants of Lao Fuguang have become useless, no one is not afraid of death, so these two maids are actually carefully trained armed guards.

Unfortunately, the Marquis, who had just patted his chest to guarantee, obviously overestimated the loyalty of these two subordinates. At least the little maid is still living a more realistic life.

"Don't blame me!"

She stabbed her sister decisively, and then ran out of the garden without looking back.

"Uh...ah."

The head maid wanted to chase, but the pain from the wound told her that the sword just now hurt her heart, and the warmth of the blood loss was like the god of death caressing her soul.

Although such a small wound is not fatal to a warrior professional of more than 20 levels, it is hard to say if he chases and conflicts again.

And for the Marquis, both emotionally and rationally, he did not want the head maid to die, so he quickly grabbed her arm.

"Stop chasing, healing is more important!"

As for how the little maid who is usually well-behaved and resourceful no matter where she is, would suddenly defect and attack her boss who is like a sister without hesitation...

The God's Chosen was assassinated in Fengying Territory, and the Marquis Fengying, the person in charge of the area, was able to escape unscathed, on the one hand because he was indeed one of the victims, and on the other hand because the Church took the initiative to take responsibility.

Since the big pot has an adult to take the blame, Fengying, who already has a good reputation, can turn this mess around as long as he runs around and shows an attitude of trying his best to make up for it, and he can go back and live a good life with his wife and children.

But Fuguang is different. He is a participant and a beneficiary. At least no matter how he washes himself, he can never be a victim. Therefore, no matter whether the assassination of the archbishop and the princess is successful or not, no matter how it goes, he will inevitably be involved in the liquidation.

Moreover, although the Glorious Nobles did not have the courage to help the princess to avenge, they had the courage to make trouble in the name of the princess, and they were very brave, especially in the heart of the kingdom, where every inch of land was worth a lot of money. No one could resist the temptation to tear a piece of flesh from their neighbors.

What's more...

The position of "Marquis of Floating Light" is not permanent. After three generations, it will begin to decline step by step, first to earl, then to viscount, baron, and finally slowly return to ordinary.

He happened to be the third generation, and his foundation was unstable. If he didn't find a way to turn things around, it would only be a matter of time before his family was kicked out of the noble group.

This was also the fundamental reason why he was crazy enough to cooperate with the Jungle Church - it was just a desperate attempt to find a cure when the building was about to collapse.

"Ah, I didn't expect that my desperate attempt would end up like this..."

The Marquis took out the precious ointment to save his life from his arms, and he thought that his life was over, so he simply gave it to the head maid.

"Master, you can't give me this..."

"It's okay, I don't need it. If I lose my head, this won't work."

As he said that, Marquis Fu Guang forcefully applied the ointment, but unfortunately, he said it very coolly, but he couldn't help but do one more step after he was done.

Wait, let's check it again.

Wait, it may not be evenly applied.

That, I think...

"Oh! I... I... my whole life! Why can't I control my hands!"

He stood up and turned around the garden in anger for his little-headed father's behavior.

Stopped.

"Listen, I think I have tried my best! I can only say that my ability is limited. I can't save it with this ability, so..."

Sighed.

"Go away."

The head maid just stood up again with a cold breath, and her eyes were confused when she heard the words.

"What?"

Fu Guang turned his back.

"As long as you're not here, the reckoning won't come to you, Aisia, you're still young, escape from here before everything starts."

"I..."

Wave.

"Let's go, before I regret it."

Asia hesitated for a moment, took a few steps forward, and hugged the Marquis from behind.

"Then I'll leave."

"Yeah."

However, just when Aisia was full of gratitude and ready to start a new life from the age of 32, her hand was pinched.

"Well... I think there may be some time. There is a pavilion over there. Do you think we can..."

"Alpaca, can pure love be pure to the end!"

This sentence was definitely not said by Aisia, because she was ready to strangle this man with too fierce needs before leaving.

So both of them were startled, and while they hurriedly separated, they looked in the direction of the sound.

Then they saw a little maid standing aside like a large statue with lifeless eyes, and a tall question mark face with a black crown on her head.

The little maid ran decisively, parkouring all the way, as fast as Jackie Chan who was chasing her. Unfortunately, she ran into a man just after she climbed over the high wall of the Marquis's castle.

She looked up and said, "Fuck, how come this guy is more handsome than the one just now", and then she knew nothing.

"Wow, there is such a cruel thing?"

Ji Ming, who was just taking a walk, quickly took her back to the small garden after scanning her memory of the previous five minutes.

As a result, she saw this scene as soon as she came in. If she took a screenshot and put it on the pink APP, it would definitely attract countless passers-by to shout "If the painter is not good enough, let's draw a black man, don't make this authentic big fat pig disgust everyone's eyes" and then run away in the crying of "Alpaca tricked the Minotaur in to kill it".

It's a pity that Ji Ming not only saw the picture, he also heard the words, so he must scold the cook for pouring vinegar into the pot halfway.

"Who are you!"

Facing this mysterious questioner, the Marquis roared righteously and quickly retreated behind Asia.

Asia:......

"Who am I? I am a great person who can help you get out of trouble."

The question mark man gestured to the maid who was on standby.

"Look, you don't need to say anything. I've already helped you catch all the traitors."

The Marquis shrank back again.

"How can you help me?

"I can save your life."

"How to save?"

"In an hour, the Archbishop's convoy will enter the Floating Light Territory from Hall Village in the southwest. This is your only chance."

Marquis Fuguang was about to speak calmly, but found that he didn't understand what it meant.

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"Well, Master, he should want you to take the initiative to greet them."

"Well...then, so what? Shuanghua is bound to win if he takes action. Can they protect me?"

"If you go, you will survive nine deaths. If you don't go, you will die ten times. You have no choice."

Uh, it seems true.

but……

"The 10% chance of winning is too dangerous, can you increase it to 10%?"

"Okay, fully armed."

"Twenty percent! Can you raise another 10%?"

"Okay, the whole army will attack."

"Thirty percent! Can you..."

"Damn you, don't be greedy!"

Ji Ming couldn't hold himself any longer and cursed directly.

"In this way, you promise to cooperate with me in the future, and I can give you a 100% chance of survival!"

Unexpectedly, facing such a good thing, the Marquis immediately squinted his eyes.

"What can I do to cooperate with you?"

The masked man chuckled.

"Still hesitating?"

The Marquis laughed.

"What if I live 100% at noon and die 10% at night?"

Tsk, even though I’m not that good at it, I’m still pretty good at being cunning...

Ji Ming had no choice but to miss another sentence.

"I don't like to fish for nothing. I can only tell you that it's a good thing, and it can at least help you keep your position as Marquis for at least three more generations."

"Okay, deal!"

Since it can be used as someone else's gun, it can also be used as his own gun. This is the fundamental reason why Ji Ming is willing to save Marquis Fuguang's life.

After all, he had few people in the Glorious Heartland who could help him analyze the current situation. Although the Marquis was incompetent, he was still an old man in the circle and could always help him look at problems from a different perspective.

Moreover, an incompetent person can achieve success with help, but a godless person cannot be saved. To put it bluntly, he is just an old ghost who wants to do something, but never achieves anything.

As for being astringent and so on... It's ironic. If he was just idle and accepting everyone who came, he would even be considered a clean person in this dirty circle where he was born and traveled.