At this time, a frightened person from the hidden family approached him and whispered, "Mr. Xue, we won't be unable to go back, right?"
The old man in green robes said in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense."
Seeing his serious expression and sharp eyes, the person who was speaking shrank his neck and returned to his seat, but he was still unsure.
The people on the deck were in despair, not knowing what Qiao Nian was going to do.
Inside the cabin.
Chunlei also asked the girl: "Sun, how are you going to deal with these people?"
Qiao Nian's eyes were cold and dry. He found a random seat and sat down, bending his long legs. He said casually, "Let them pay the money to redeem them."
Chunlei: "Isn't it too cheap for them?"
"Hmm." Qiao Nian had thought about this a long time ago. After a pause, he slowly said, "No. I don't want cash. I want something else."
"?"
Chunlei was used to being straightforward in F Continent. He frowned, his eyes full of confusion, not really understanding what the "other" money that Qiao Nian was talking about was.
*
But at the same time.
The island and the secluded family received the same express delivery.
A simple yellow leather bag was delivered to Archbishop Quentin by an inconspicuous courier early in the morning. After delivering the package, the courier ran away.
"Archbishop, this is..." Jacob, who was following him, carefully examined the ordinary cowhide bag and stretched out his hand: "You are of noble status, and this thing has an unknown origin. Let me open it."
Quentin avoided his hand and said, "No, it was sent from Continent F. It's signed, Q."
"Q?" Jacob was stunned for a moment, then stood there and reacted very quickly: "...Could it be Qiao Nian?"
Quentin strode into the Privy Council and answered, "That's her."
"What does she mean by giving you this so early in the morning?" Jacob followed him closely. The two of them walked to the neutral faction's territory in a blink of an eye. Quentin pushed open the door of the office, strode in, and gave instructions to the people who followed him in.
"Close the door."
"yes."
Jacob closed the door behind him.
Quentin walked behind the desk, pulled out a swivel chair and sat down. He tore open the seal of the leather bag with his slender hands and took out the things inside with his bare hands.
"Archbishop!" His eyebrows twitched and he quickly stepped to stop him.
But it was too late.
The middle-aged man sitting there had already taken out the things inside. He was seen holding a light piece of paper and a photo between his fingers, and then he poured the cowhide bag down. It was empty and nothing else came out.
Jacob's heart finally settled down, and he couldn't help but say to him nervously, "Archbishop, you were taking a big risk just now. What if there were dangerous items inside? It's too dangerous for you to reach out and take it without taking any protective measures!"
Quentin didn't even raise his eyelids, and said lazily: "Who do you think she is?"
Jacob was stunned by the question: "She..."
Then I couldn’t continue.
Qiao Nian has never played any tricks so far, and he has always been open and aboveboard in everything he does.
On the contrary, their secluded family has been doing a lot of tricks behind the scenes.
He suspected that Qiao Nian's actions were more like the thief crying "stop thief".
But who is willing to admit that he is a thief
Jacob's face turned pale, then red. After holding it in for a long time, he felt too embarrassed to continue speaking. He could only stand there in silence and watch Quentin open the folded letter.
The handwriting on the letter was obviously written by Qiao Nian. The characters were written in a flamboyant style with strong strokes that penetrated the paper.
(End of this chapter)