Elden Gulong in American comics

Norman Osborn walked in this building. He didn't know that it was once a sacred place for mages, a wonderful existence called the Supreme Sanctuary.

But now, he has an extra name and has become the headquarters of the Priory of the Holy Tree.

In a room in the sanctuary, Old Wang and Locke stood together, looking at Norman Osborn walking in the sanctuary with complicated emotions, and muttered to himself: "I don't feel so good, it seems It violates the rules of Karma Taj."

"I didn't let them mention Karma Taj a word, and I didn't let ordinary people go to those dangerous places." Locke shrugged, looked around, and finally chose to stuff himself into a soft-looking in the sofa.

"You have to learn to be flexible, and this is doing good deeds, helping those homeless mutants reintegrate into society." Locke pointed to the fruit plate on the table, Lao Wang understood, and used magic to show him some fruits .

"Another bottle of Coke, something delicious, I'm not used to drinking Pepsi." Locke smacked his lips, drinking the Coke handed by Lao Wang, while continuing to monitor Norman through the other party's magic.

In the sanctuary, Norman was led into a room. The layout in the room was very simple. There were only two chairs and a table. Norman sat down on the chair and looked at the person in front of him. man.

The other party took off the hood on his head, revealing a burnt face, and said in a low tone: "The blessing of the golden tree is not so easy to get."

"I have wealth, a lot of wealth." Norman unhurriedly set his own price tag: "I also have some status. You can tell me whatever you want."

"Don't insult us with those." The monk raised a finger, and a coat of arms of a golden tree appeared on it: "The history of the Priory of the Holy Tree is much older than you think."

"We want to fight against evil, but evil is rampant in New York City at this time," the monk took out a badge, which is the emblem of Menger's blood dynasty: "We are willing to give some rewards for finding them or providing information related to them."

The monk's words were vague, and the half-hidden Riddler style made Norman think about it. He thought of the horrible blood pool and the shining golden tree. It seemed that the blood-manipulating monster was the enemy of these people.

The monk took out a list, on which were several different treasures, including the dewdrops of the golden tree, pure gold weapons, and even the right to learn some prayer magic.

"Here, can those magics be learned?" Norman trembled across the treasures, and then marked the exchange requirements. Among them, the reward for entering the Holy Tree Priory to learn is a blood god servant head.

"Of course, we never reject those who are willing to learn, just need a small threshold."

The monk put his hands on the table and took back the form: "The people here practice fair trade, so we are willing to provide you with reasonable remuneration."

"I am Andre, the servant of the newborn sacred tree. If you want to obtain the blessing of the golden tree, then serve the growth of the sacred tree sincerely." Brother Andre put the paper back in his arms and said to Nuo Man Osborne said.

Norman nodded, took out his mobile phone and took a photo of the emblem. He had already made up his mind to mobilize his power to find the person related to the emblem.

"I don't know if you accept donations?"

Norman hesitated again and again, but still asked: "I have no other intentions, I just hope to contribute to the fight against evil, don't look at me like this, I actually have a dream of a superhero."

The grey-haired Norman didn't blush when he said such words, and compared with the youthful Tony Stark, he was more like a pure businessman.

Andre hesitated for a moment, but still remembered Locke's words, and said calmly: "No, we are not short of money, but we really need help now."

"Brothers of the order, some want to leave the order and go to the mortal world to fight against the servants of the blood god, but they have been in seclusion for too long, and it is difficult to integrate into the mortal world."

Norman suddenly realized that these guys are really a bunch of heroes through and through. At this time, he still thought of fighting the evil, and nodded quickly: "No problem, I can take care of the expenses of the masters, and I can also help them arrange their identities."

"Thank you, you are really a kind and good person." Andre's ugly face showed a rare gleam of joy: "Most of the brothers in the congregation have some physical problems, please don't take offense."

As he spoke, Andre pointed to his face, and a ray of light shone on Norman's body: "Most of us choose the holy tree to heal ourselves, but after serving the holy tree, those physical injuries are no longer It's important."

A heat surged in Norman's body, and the pain from the genetic disease disappeared in an instant, making Norman feel the long-lost comfort.

"This is my little gift. Although it is not enough to heal you, it can also delay you for a while," Andre said softly, but Norman grabbed Andre as if he had found hope:

"You know my illness, is there a cure?"

"Yes, Lord Sacred Tree can cure everything, even if it is a chronic disease that has been born since birth." Andre smiled, stopped talking, made a gesture of seeing off guests, and asked Norman to leave.

"But Brother Andre, what are you talking about?..." Norman was a little reluctant, but Andre smiled:

"The time has come, and you will know sooner or later."

Norman finally stopped insisting, turned around and left the room respectfully. He didn't see that after he left, Andre behind him collapsed on the chair, panting heavily.

"Good job, Andre." Locke appeared from the side and nodded with satisfaction: "You successfully bluffed him."

"It scared me to death. That guy looked at me as if he wanted to kill me. It is said that the Osborne Group has also done human experiments." Andre grinned, patted his chest and said, looking at Locke again, puzzled asked:

"Master Gu Long, shouldn't we just ask that rich man for money?"

"What a rich man, you have to cover up your New Jersey accent better," Locke curled his lips. Even after training, some of the other's words and deeds are still not outstanding: "Learn to speak in the tone of a riddleman, at the borderline Everyone is like this."

"It will give you more rewards, trust me."

With that said, Locke pushed open the door and took out a check under the carpet at the door: "Look, one hundred thousand dollars, this is today's reward."

"My God, Mr. Gu Long, we are rich, and the children in the shelter can eat more meat." Andre covered his mouth and took a deep breath, but Locke shook Norman Osborn and gave check for:

"No, we have to learn to launder this money."

……

The next day, Norman found that the check he had given appeared on the counter of a charitable foundation. Norman, who was rewarded by his subordinates, smiled helplessly and gave up the idea of ​​exploring the Priory of the Holy Tree.

But what he didn't know was that in the backstage of that charitable foundation, these donations had been turned into countless materials in a wonderful way, and finally flowed into the shelter.

As Locke said, in this financial center, even ancient dragons and demigods have to learn how to launder money.