European Emperor Cultivation System

Chapter 104
Black clouds gradually covered the full moon, leaving only a faint line.

In the prayer room on the second floor, the leaky window design on the roof allows moonlight to enter from the skylight even at night, which is the only light.

The irascible eldest son is now in the empty prayer room, chanting silently and whispering.

"If you, the almighty God, are really as powerful as those secular nobles say, you should bless me to succeed now. After all, in terms of piety, the Poisang family pays the most faith tax in the entire Hafleur."

"Almighty Lord, it would be good for you to open your eyes, give some hints, or blow a gust of wind to touch my numb nerves. Ordinary people just say that the grace of God is hard to come by, but there is really no one. I have seen your true face."

It's not so much praying, it's better to say that this guy is complaining, he doesn't look like a devout believer, but like a gambler who can't hold back in a casino.

The bright light gradually dimmed, and the Patriarch's heart became more and more restless.

"What nonsense Bible, and what God said that there must be light, so there is light, it's all a trick to bluff people." Possant swept the Bible on the table to the corner covered with cobwebs with one hand, and opened it. Turned over a few icon paintings on the wall.

"I want to see what magical powers the Lord worshiped by mortals can do. I will smash all these ignorant and corrupt dregs to pieces now."

While Posang was talking to himself, he smashed all the decorations related to the church, and the displayed ornaments were also destroyed to pieces.

Seeing the fragments of steps on the ground, Posang lay back on the wooden chair with satisfaction. This was also the only remaining furniture in the prayer room. Looking at his achievements, Posang couldn't help laughing loudly.

"Fuck the gods, how much is faith worth? Money is king. When I stand up, I must tear down the churches and monasteries around here. Faith tax? It's just fattening the waistlines of noble gentlemen."

Possant threw the sword aside, and stroked the wood carvings on the armrest with both hands. Suddenly, there was a wave in his heart, and then he jumped up again.

"Good guy, there's actually a cross engraved on it."

The Posanthi sword, which could not rub the sand in its eyes, chopped up the poor wooden chair in all directions, and the place where the cross was carved was dismembered.

"There's not one left, it's all over."

After Possant slumped on the ground and vented to his heart's content, he felt an unprecedented emptiness in his heart.

The black clouds scattered away, and the bright light of the full moon penetrated the window again into this messy place.

"This is a prayer room carefully built by my father. It's a pity that you ruined it like this." There was a regretful sound from the entrance, and the footsteps gradually approached.

"This old, immortal guy knows what piousness is all day long. It is because he is too honest that he is bullied by the nobles all the time. He is like a salted fish waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping board. He can't even struggle."

Posang didn't realize who was coming, but subconsciously said what was in his heart.

"But it is precisely because of what you said about being honest and kind that our family can stand out from the many families in the past and become the number one family in the Chamber of Commerce today."

Possang sneered, disapproving, "Things are changing, people are changing, and desires cannot be satisfied. When you have the strength to challenge, you must have the courage to decide your own destiny."

"Is this the reason why you killed your father?" The second son, Possang, pushed open the half-closed door, and the blood-stained sword shone incandescently on the bright light.

"Little guy, don't talk nonsense. Father is seriously ill right now. How can you say such things?" Patriarch Possang smiled slyly, but when he stood up, his hand was already holding the hilt of the sword.

"If I hadn't seen with my own eyes what you did to your father who was praying in the prayer room, I might have believed your nonsense."

"Hmph, it seems that you already knew about it." The Patriarch made no effort to hide the joke on his face, and his words were full of murderous intentions.

"Brother, impulsiveness and recklessness are not the foundation for the inheritance of the family. If you continue to be obsessed with it, you will not only destroy the glory of the Posang family for generations, but also involve the entire chamber of commerce." The second son Posang tried to persuade him, but there was no point in it. effectiveness.

"Shut up, you illegitimate son, a bastard born out of a concubine has no place to speak, and you are only qualified to do odd jobs on the docks. You have no business acumen, let alone political skills. If it weren't for your identity, you and the street every day for a The civilians who work hard for three meals a day are no different."

"Yes, I deliberately let the ships of the Chamber of Commerce set sail together today, and let the strong men in the city lead you to remote warehouses to do some chores, in order to prevent you guys who are in the way of eyes from tripping me up, so that Bruno obediently entered the game I set up."

The irritable patriarch became more and more agitated as he talked, and his dissatisfaction with the world also spewed out like a volcano.

"I made a price that these nobles couldn't refuse. I thought it would be done once and for all. I also specially recruited family soldiers in order to wait for them to be useful one day, but what? The nobles are idiots, and the family soldiers are idiots. It's a joke, there's no one serious about it."

Patriarch Possang smiled wryly, with disbelief and relief, "This world needs smart and courageous leaders to guide people because there are too many idiots."

"I admit that I am not as good as you in business and politics, but I think your choice in this area is wrong. Brother, this crucial step of yours has already made you lose everything." The second son Posan responded flatly with.

"I invested the entire family's wealth just for the sake of quick success. In the end, I can't even keep my current status, and I will inevitably be killed and silenced."

Patriarch Possang laughed angrily, "I have been talking nonsense with you, a dying person, for such a long time. It seems that I have been suppressed for a long time. I don't want to let these secrets be buried in your coffin. You can write this on your epitaph while you have your breath left."

"Now, let me finish everything." The two said at the same time.

The two men clashed with each other with swords, and in the shadow of their swords, they were making judgments.

"Sometimes, choice is more important than hard work. I admit that in terms of diligence, brother, you are not inferior to anyone, but in terms of stance, you are on the wrong team time and time again."

The second son Posang pulled out the sword blade from his deep throat, and the blood from the artery suddenly splashed on his face. The family Posang just opened his mouth in anger, but could no longer say anything.

Seeing this guy who was still alive, Possant felt mixed feelings.

"You guess you want to ask why a guy with no knowledge or skills can be so skilled in swordsmanship? Let me tell you, I learned these from the first swordsman. At least in terms of swordsmanship, I am better than You are very diligent."

The anger in the owner's eyes showed no sign of fading, but the shape of his mouth changed.

"Yes, it's the guy you didn't like before, a nobleman who smells like copper, he seems to be called Conte, I know you're going to scold him later, so just scold him, anyway, this is your last few days I'm out of breath."

The second son, Possang, turned around and took a last look at his elder brother.

"From now on, there will only be one Possant in the Possant family."

(End of this chapter)