The Ryan family, in the study on the second floor.
The night light on the desk, Flynn dismissed the maid beside him, Sandro was the only one in the room with him, he sighed, looking at the night outside with a bit of worry on his face.
Sandro served at the side, seeing his expression, he couldn't help asking: "Father, are you also worried about the wildlings' invasion of the country? With the background of the army, it shouldn't be difficult to defend the 'Guardian Wall', if If the army fails, the Holy See of Light and the Tribunal will not sit idly by, besides, when the protective wall is captured, we can retreat to the edge of the inner wall and wait for reinforcements from the inner wall."
Flynn shook his head slightly, sighed, and said, "Son, what I'm worried about is not the army's war, but our war."
"Our war?" Sandro was slightly taken aback.
Fulin said: "War is a disaster, but it is also an opportunity. It is estimated that the six major financial groups are aiming at the huge profits brought by this war. Look at the mineral industry on the market recently. Fame. If you look at the Holy See of Light and the Tribunal, the Holy See of Light has set up prayer platforms in various squares. When the war comes, they will surely pray to God. Oh, if there is a God, why not destroy this savage? I will pray at that time Commoners, I don’t know how much material and wealth they have to donate to the Holy See of Light. As for the evil Dark Holy See where potionists and alchemists gather, it is likely to push the direction of this war behind the scenes. All forces are using the hands of savages to gain What we need, we are the only ones, not only can't gain any benefits in such a war, but will be remembered by other forces and take the opportunity to destroy it!"
Sandro's face changed slightly, "You mean the Mellon Consortium?"
Flynn sighed, "Disasters are inevitable, but blessings are inevitable. I hope the Mellon Foundation will be drawn by the Scott Foundation. Otherwise, in this chaotic period of war, we will surely become their prey."
Sandro was puzzled, and said, "Is my father's words too negative and pessimistic? We still have that Angel Du Dian behind us. The Mellon Consortium has been trying to deal with us to no avail. Even in times of chaos, the bright The authority of the Holy See and the Temple of Elements cannot be challenged, so they shouldn't dare to stir up our anger at this time, right?"
Flynn smiled bitterly, and said: "But the problem is, Dean is outside the wall now. At this critical juncture, he didn't sit in the Temple of Elements. It's really a mistake. I don't know if he deliberately exposed such a flaw to lure Mellon. The consortium's attack really didn't take this into consideration, so it went outside the wall, if it's the latter, I'm afraid we're going to stumble this time!"
Sandro was stunned, thought for a moment, and said, "Father, since the situation is so urgent, shall I send someone to call him back immediately?"
"He's outside the wall, so he can be called wherever he wants. We haven't built a stronghold in the passage outside the wall. It's impossible to contact him. We can only find him when he takes the initiative to contact the inside of the wall." Fulin sighed, "But hunting outside the wall usually takes two or three days, or even a week to two weeks before returning. I'm afraid that when he comes back, the foundation has been pulled out and he will become a prisoner again."
Sandro was taken aback, and realized the seriousness of the matter, he couldn't help saying: "Father, is it too exaggerated to say that? He is the envoy of the Temple of Elements, how could he become a prisoner again? Could it be that the Mellon Consortium can still intervene?" Can't you go to the Temple of Elements?"
Flynn said bitterly: "Our Ryan family has a small family business, and there are few opportunities for you to practice alone. You will understand later, maybe after this incident, you will understand that many things do not rely on one way. There are many paths to achieve the goal, but those paths are hidden too deep, and most people can’t see them. Even if someone sees them, they are not willing to go because of their status! You have to Just know that if you go outside the wall, you are dead!"
Sandro was startled, although Flynn didn't say it clearly, but the last sentence made him realize his father's worries instantly like a revelation, his heart was chilled, and he couldn't help saying: "Father, can we just sit and wait for death now? "
"I have already sent someone to inform, and he will get the news when he contacts the wall." Flynn sighed, and said: "The rest depends on fate, maybe our Ryan family is doomed, it is doomed It's hard to stand up, but it's a pity for this young man. If someone cultivates him and gives him another five years, he will definitely be a top figure in the outer wall area in the future, even if it's Srudi from the Bron family, or Chestov from the Scott consortium. , are incomparable!"
Sandro was stunned for a moment, then said in silence for a moment, "If he can't get through this difficulty, even if he dies, it wouldn't be a pity."
Flynn glanced at him, said nothing, leaned back on the chair, and slowly closed his eyes.
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the next day.
Fulin had just finished breakfast with the younger generation of the family, and before he had time to leave the table, he heard the butler announcing that someone was coming from outside. While being surprised, he sat firmly on the chair and ordered the butler to bring people in.
However, before the butler turned around to lead the way, someone had already broken in, and the voice first reached the ears of everyone in the restaurant: "You are welcome, I will go back after paying the debt." While talking, a middle-aged man stepped in , accompanied by two young knights, handsome and vigorous, wearing the official knight medal issued by the Knights Hall, and it is intermediate silver.
Fulin's complexion changed slightly, and soon he sank, saying: "Your Excellency is too rude to trespass on this castle!"
The middle-aged man looked arrogant, and he sneered when he heard the words, as if he had been poked at the point of the smile, with a look of disdain on the corner of his mouth, he said: "Excuse me? Old patriarch Fulin, your family owes us 428,600 gold coins , isn't it impolite?"
Flynn was taken aback.
Sandro, Jike, and the other children on both sides of the dining table looked up in astonishment, suspecting that something was wrong with their ears.
Flynn's face darkened, and he said, "What nonsense are you talking about? When did our Ryan family owe you money?"
"Hmph!" The middle-aged man sneered slightly, took out a parchment scroll from his arms, and said, "This is the contract, it is clearly written on it, even if you go to the court to sue, you can see it clearly!" Then, throw things at Flynn.
The thing was not dropped, and fell at Flynn's feet.
The middle-aged maid next to her quickly bent down to pick it up and handed it to Fulin.
Fulin's face was gloomy, and he opened it for a look. After just a few glances, the gloomy look on his face suddenly changed, and his face turned pale. After seeing the end, the paleness on his face turned into anger. Glaring at Jike under the dining table, he said coldly, "You unfilial son, how did I give birth to you? You owe it to me. Pay it yourself!"
After finishing speaking, he threw the parchment at him angrily.
Jike was taken aback, he didn't care to hold the table knife, caught the sheepskin roll in a hurry, opened it hastily to examine, suddenly widened his eyes, stood up abruptly from the chair, and said in a low voice: "Impossible! I, what am I? Did you ever sign such a contract? Impossible!!"
The middle-aged man seemed very happy to see the scene in front of him, and said with a smile: "Mr. Jake, don't you remember, what you said was very loud at the Moulin Rouge in Lido last time, why did you forget it in a blink of an eye? The black and white words are all for your own purpose, and now you want to renege on the debt?"
As if struck by lightning, Ji Ke rushed to him and roared angrily: "You framed me! The contract I read at the time was not like this at all, you are despicable!! You are committing a crime, signing me with a fake contract , I want to sue you!!"
The middle-aged man reached out and touched the spittle on his face, raised his hand and pressed Jake's chest, pushed him back two steps, straightened his clothes, and said calmly: "Go and sue, how do you get to the trial office? Don't I need to tell you again?"
"You! You!" Jike stared at him with red eyes.
The two middle-level knights next to the middle-aged man looked at him indifferently, ready to stop him at any time, or even knock him down!