Chapter 300
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What was the best way to attack a person?
The simplest way was no different from a physical attack, but in most cases, this was inevitably too rude and would arouse a strong reaction. In the absence of a physical attack, it was also a good choice to attack the opponent's spirit.
There were many ways to attack the spirit. This time, facing Luo Ya, Santos chose to attack in the way of life.
Unlike the Saint Heroes Society, which advocated the pursuit of miracles, the Brotherhood of Redemption advocated indulgence. While they pursued great power, they were inevitably tainted with madness. Without the restraint of reason, their desires would become more and more naked.
Under the mixture of various desires, their lives were destined to be extravagant and licentious. These were simply too tempting for teenagers with weak wills, especially those who had yet to form a worldview.
Santos had actually heard of the cultivation method of the saints. He heard that they were constantly injected with a strange curse vessel from an early age. It seemed to be a synthetic curse vessel that simulated the bloodline of an ancient family. Those who could integrate well and survive had the opportunity to become a saint.
The saints were tools, and they were also one-time tools to activate the Saint Heroes Society's trump card. Other than adaptability, they did not need to be cultivated vigorously. Therefore, their general strength was not high. They lived in the Saint Heroes Society's council and lived almost an isolated life in their childhood. Their understanding of the outside world was very limited.
In the end, they were country bumpkins who had never seen the world. They probably had never even touched a woman's hand.
In the cheers of the guests, Santos walked down the stairs and came to the other end of the long table where Luo Ya was. The moment he sat down, the music began to ring slowly again. The men and women of the Brotherhood of Redemption resumed their activities. The waiter stepped forward and respectfully served him the mixed wine.
Opposite him, Luo Ya was unattended. There was nothing on the table until Santos "accidentally" discovered this impolite scene. He exaggeratedly reprimanded the waiter.
The reprimand was neither light nor heavy made the men and women behind him cover their mouths and chuckle. The waiter who obeyed the order served a glass of wine in front of Luo Ya. His words and actions were quite casual.
His attitude was casual, and the wine was naturally mixed casually. Luo Ya glanced at the glass. He had no interest in this charity. He raised his eyes, looked at the middle-aged man opposite him, and asked faintly,
"Mr. Santos, if I remember correctly, we are going to negotiate a truce, right?"
"That's right, Mr. Envoy."
"Then what is this absurd banquet? I don't see your sincerity. "
"About this, Mr. Luo Ya seems to have misunderstood. This is our way of showing our friendliness."
Santos looked back at the crowd on the dance floor and the men and women who were intoxicated by the smell of alcohol. He explained with a smile, "Don't worry.
"We, the Brotherhood of Redemption, are a truthful and self-obedient organization. The Lord gave us strength and gave us a better life. The banquet is a way for us to relax and be honest with each other."
"Oh? So this is your welcoming ceremony for me? "
"Of course, we are very sincere, and even unguarded."
The middle-aged man said as he waved his hand, and a beautiful young girl immediately came from behind. Santos put his arm around the young girl's slender waist and pulled her into his arms amidst the woman's laughter. He smiled at the young man who was looking at him calmly.
"But I admit that I didn't think it through. Mr. Luo Ya is a Saint. You live in a different environment from us. You probably haven't experienced this kind of life, right?"
“.....”
Facing the young man's silence, Santos's smile became deeper and deeper. He touched the young girl's body twice and asked with a smile,
"Mr. Luo Ya, have you experienced it?"
"What?"
"Have you experienced the feeling of being a woman?"
Hearing Santos's explicit words, Luo Ya's face sank slightly. He raised his eyebrows and said faintly,
"Mr. Santos, this is not a topic we need to talk about."
"Of course not, but we can talk about that later. I think we should reach a friendly relationship before that. This is the basis of negotiation. This banquet actually has this purpose."
"What?"
Listening to the middle-aged man's fallacy, Luo Ya, who had been mocked since he entered the door, frowned. Santos stood up and proposed.
"In order to express friendship, how about we dance together according to the custom of the Country of Scholars? Although Mr. Luo Ya is away from worldly affairs, you should have no problem dancing, right? "
Santos's smile was a little mocking, and the men and women behind him also looked at him with mocking eyes.
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