Chapter 345
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Ryan family. The study room on the second floor.
Old Fulin dismissed the maids. Only Sander was in the room. He sighed as he looked at the night sky outside. There was a bit of worry on his face.
Sandro, who was serving at the side, could not help but ask when he saw his father's expression, "Father, are you also worried about the barbarians' invasion? With the strength of the army, it shouldn't be difficult to defend the 'Guardian Wall'. Even if the army fails, the Holy Church and the magistrate won't just sit back and watch. Besides, if the 'Guardian Wall' falls, we can retreat to the edge of the inner wall and wait for reinforcements. "
Old Fulin shook his head and sighed: "Child, I'm not worried about the war of the army. It's our war."
"Our war?" Sander was surprised.
Old Fulin said: "War is a disaster but it is also an opportunity. The six consortia are aiming at the huge profits brought by the war. Look at the mineral industry in the market. The price has soared. Unfortunately, they have earned wealth but lost their reputation. Look at the Holy Church and the magistrate. The Holy Church has built prayer platforms in the square. They will pray to God when the war starts. If there is a God then why didn't he destroy the barbarians? I don't know how much wealth will be donated to the Holy Church by the civilians. As for the evil Dark Church that gathers potioneers and alchemists, it is very likely that they will push the direction of the war. All the forces are using the hands of the savages to fish for what they need. Only we won't be able to fish for any benefits in such a war. Instead, we will be targeted by other forces and will be taken advantage of by them to destroy! "
Sander's face slightly changed: "Are you talking about the Mellon consortium?"
Old Fulin sighed: "It's hard to avoid disasters but it's hard to refuse blessings. I hope that the Scott consortium will draw the attention of the Mellon consortium. Otherwise, in this chaotic period of war, we will become their food."
Sander was surprised: "Father, aren't your words too negative and pessimistic? We have Dean behind us. The Mellon consortium has been trying to deal with us but to no avail. The authority of the Holy Church and the Temple of Elements shouldn't be provoked. They shouldn't dare to provoke our anger at this time. "
Old Fulin smiled: "But the problem is that Dean is outside the giant wall. At this critical moment, he didn't stay in the 'Temple of Elements'. I don't know if he deliberately exposed such a flaw to lure the Mellon consortium to attack or if he didn't consider this point and went outside the giant wall. If it's the latter then I'm afraid that we will suffer a big loss this time!"
Sandro was startled. He thought for a moment and said, "Father, since the situation is so urgent, should I immediately send someone to call him back?"
"He is outside the giant wall. so how can we call him back? We haven't built a stronghold yet so it's impossible for us to contact him. We can only wait for him to take the initiative to contact us." Old Fulin sighed: "But he often hunts outside the giant wall for two or three days or even one or two weeks. I'm afraid that by the time he comes back, his foundation will have been uprooted and he will become a prisoner again."
Sandro was shocked. Only now did he realize the seriousness of the matter. He couldn't help but say, "Father, isn't this too exaggerated? He is an architect of the Temple of Elements. How can he become a prisoner again? Can the Mellon consortium intervene in the Temple of Elements? "
Old Fulin bitterly said: "Our Ryan family doesn't have many opportunities for you to gain experience. You will understand in the future. Maybe after this incident, you will understand that there are many ways to achieve your goals. But those ways are hidden too deep. Most people can't see them. Even if some people see them, they are too proud of their identity and don't want to go! You have to know that going outside the giant wall is tantamount to death! "
Sander was shocked. Although Old Fulin didn't say it clearly but the last sentence made him understand his father's worries. He couldn't help but ask: "Father, do we have to sit still and wait for death?"
"I have sent someone to inform him. He will get the news when he contacts the giant wall." Old Fulin sighed: "The rest is up to fate. Perhaps our Ryan family is doomed to be unable to make a comeback. But it's a pity for this boy. If we give him five years then he will be at the top of the outer wall. Even Rudolph of the Burong family and Chai of the Scott consortium won't be able to compare with him!"
Sander was silent for a moment: "If he can't get through this crisis then it won't be a pity even if he dies."
Old Fulin looked at him but didn't say anything. He leaned back in his chair and slowly closed his eyes.
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The next day.
Old Fulin had just finished his breakfast with the younger generation of the family. He hadn't had time to leave when he heard the butler announce that someone had arrived. He was surprised but he sat firmly in his chair and ordered the butler to bring the person in.
However, the butler didn't turn around to lead the way as the person broke the door. His voice spread to the ears of the people in the dining room: "Don't be polite. I will go back after collecting the debt." A middle-aged man came in. He was followed by two young knights. He was wearing an official knight medal issued by the Knight's Hall. Moreover it was an intermediate silver medal.
Old Fulin's face slightly changed: "It's rude of you to break into the castle!"
The middle-aged man had an arrogant expression on his face. When he heard this, he sneered as if he had been poked at. The corners of his mouth curled into a disdainful smile as he said, "Rude? Old Fulin, your family owes us 428,600 gold coins. Isn't it rude? "
Old Fulin was startled.
Sander, Jake and the other children on both sides of the table were stunned. They suspected that there was a problem with their ears.
Old Fulin's face sank: "What nonsense are you talking about? When did our Ryan family owe you money? "
"Hmph!" The middle-aged man sneered as he took out a sheepskin scroll: "This is the contract. It is clearly written on it. Even if you go to the magistrate, it will be the same!" He threw the scroll towards Old Fulin.
The scroll didn't fall at Old Fulin's feet.
The middle-aged maid bent down to pick it up and handed it to Old Fulin.
Old Fulin's face was gloomy as he opened the parchment. He looked at Jake: "You unfilial son! How could I give birth to such a thing! You owe me this debt!" Old Fulin's face was gloomy as he opened the parchment and looked at Jake: "You are an unfilial son! How could I give birth to such a thing! You owe me this debt! Go and pay it yourself!"
He angrily threw the sheepskin scroll at Old Fulin.
Jake was startled. He couldn't care less about the knife in his hand and hurriedly caught the sheepskin scroll. He hurriedly flipped it open, and his eyes widened. He stood up from his chair and cried out involuntarily, "Impossible! When, when did I ever sign such a contract? Impossible! "
The middle-aged man seemed to be very happy to see the scene in front of him. He smiled and said, "Mr. Jake, don't you remember what you said in the Moulin Rouge in Lido last time? How could you forget it in the blink of an eye? These words were written in black and white by you. Now you want to renege on your debt?"
Jake felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He rushed in front of him and roared, "You framed me! I read the contract at that time. It wasn't like this at all! You are despicable! You are committing a crime! You gave me a fake contract to sign! I will sue you! "
The middle-aged man touched the saliva on his face and pressed his hand on Jake's chest, pushing him two steps back. He tidied up his clothes and said indifferently: "Go ahead and sue. I don't need to tell you how to get to the Magistrate's Court, do I?"
"You! You! "Jake's eyes turned red as he stared at him.
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