"Borlando, I heard that you are doing well with Millianna. Among those old friends, you are the one with the highest position now, right?" Ganor ignored him.
"This is not a matter of position. The saints from the Holy City are on guard against us. You don't know the trouble I'm in now. Many eyes are staring at me. If I make a mistake and someone sees something, I'll be dead.
So, if you need any spellcasting materials, money, or anything else, I can give it to you. But for our sake, you should leave here as soon as possible." Borlando held up three fingers, "Three! There are three saints near this city, and they may come around at any time. And Polidaro is in the city, he is a magic saint, who knows how sharp he is!"
Ganuo said: "My friend, you look scared."
Borlando's face turned ugly. "Of course! Do you know? Fifteen people have died in the natural temple outside this city. They died in various ways. Those with evidence were sentenced and executed, and those without evidence, like Valerino, died inexplicably. If you are found, we will both die. Tell me, what do you want? I will give you everything I can."
Ganuo put his hands behind his back and walked to the window. The wooden window was closed tightly, with only the light of the setting sun outside shining through the window leaves.
"I want you to help me deal with those three guys from the City of God." Ganuo said.
"Deal with? What do you mean by deal with?" Borlando's voice was very soft, but his tone was exaggerated, as if he had seen something incredible.
"Kill them. If you want to be more precise." Ganuo said calmly.
Bollando jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He growled, "I don't want to die yet. If you want to complete any revenge plan, please do it by yourself and don't drag me into it! I, I can't afford to play this kind of game!"
Ganuo pressed his fingers against the window frame lightly, and the window creaked.
"What do you think would happen if I opened this window and shouted to the outside: The God of Nature is a pig!"
"You won't do this. Unless you are crazy! Otherwise you wouldn't have run away from the beginning, let alone come here to find me!" Borlando said in a hurried voice. He involuntarily took a step back, and seemed to be thinking of escaping.
Ganuo smiled mysteriously, flicked his finger, and the window opened. He shouted to the outside: "The God of Nature is a pig!"
Borlando ran out, but suddenly two vines emerged from under the floor and entangled his legs and hands. He was lifted diagonally in the air, without support, and waved his limbs in vain in the air like a puppet.
"After so many years, you are still so timid." Ganuo smiled and stretched out his hand to knock on the window. It seemed as if there was a transparent cover in the air outside the window, which collided with his knuckles and made a banging sound.
Seeing this, Borlando suddenly softened and stopped struggling in the air.
"Put me down. I won't run away."
Garno put away the vines and put Borlando on the ground, who sat on the ground gasping for breath. Garno said, "I am not a person who would rush to his death, and I am not fighting alone. In this matter, you and I only need to do auxiliary work, and it is other saints who will do the work."
"Another saint?" Bollando looked at him for a few seconds and said, "Have you taken refuge in the Tower of China?"
"Since the Temple of Nature is no longer worthy of my service, is there any place on this continent more powerful than the Tower of China?" said Ganuo.
"But... there are so many saints in the City of Gods, and there are gods who are about to awaken behind them!"
"Borlando, this is just my choice, not yours. You are always a priest of the Temple of Nature. What you have to choose is how to make yourself safer." Ganor closed the window, walked to the side cabinet in the living room, and picked up a glass vase that looked very exquisite.
"Have you not figured out what tricks those people in Shen City are playing these days
If the God of Nature really awakens, let’s not talk about what the world will be like. Do you think these reborn saints will return to the city where they have been imprisoned for so many years?"
"What do you mean?"
"It's very simple. You can make a judgment for yourself. If they just want to start a war, eliminate some enemies for the God of Nature, and then return to the God's City, then they may not bother to collect the wealth of the world. Because those are of no use to them. They just need someone to provide them with a luxurious life, and they don't have to spend a lot of time planning for the future. However, if they start to plunder and accumulate wealth, it means that they are not prepared to go back, but to survive in this era. Right?"
"This... seems to be the truth." Borlando opened his eyes and seemed to remember something: "Lady Miliana... once talked about buying property. The reason why I offered my villa to her was to please her."
"So, this is the problem. You have many opportunities to interact with business people in the southern city-state, and you should have a good understanding of human nature. Do you think people will have restraint in their pursuit of wealth? Especially when they can take other people's wealth as their own just by talking, will they stop
Of course, they are still dealing with the nobles and wealthy businessmen, but don't think I don't know that the richest people in this land are not those guys in the southern city-states. They mix goods with the temple's caravan to avoid taxes; the temple knights act as thugs to help others solve their competitors; the temple priests disguise themselves and escort goods on the ship to deal with the pirates of the sea tribe.
Do you think I really don't know? Do you think the priests in the north are stupid? "
When Borlando heard this, sweat rolled down his forehead.
“It’s just that you paid enough taxes, so the Golden Branch priests of the temple turned a blind eye. But now all this information has fallen into the hands of those guys in the City of God.
Do you think Miriana will tolerate a lowly high-ranking person like you, because you are secretly richer than a saint like her? You are just a fat pig, and she has a ready reason to slaughter you: just clean up the termites and scum in the temple! "
"I... I... am not." Borlando stammered.
"But the China Tower is different. They still hope that you will continue to be in charge of this place and do business with them." Ganuo's tone became soothing again. "Now let me ask you another question: Between the City of God and the China Tower, who do you want to die?"